Hell's Queen

Reaper

When Geno yelled at me, his eye changed... It went Demonic.

I had never, ever, met someone whose eye could go Demonic and not be Demon! But... He didn't have a Demonic aura, nor was he bowing to me... He didn't even believe me when I told him I was the King of Hell!

Who the actual hell was this mortal!

I shook my head, looking into the lonely room. I couldn't feel her presence... But I knew she was there... Maybe only for a few minutes, but...

I went to my room, changing into my normal black clothing with the black jacket over everything.

After wasn't waiting for me by the door like he usually was... Did I make him that upset?

I sighed softly, exiting the house and walking into his running car.

The ride there was quiet awkward and silent. I didn't like it at all.

Frisk wasn't there this time, it was early and it wasn't one of the odd days either... So I guess she'll come in later.

Silently, we worked on the pastries and other sweets. I would be dealing with the morning customers like usual... But I don't think I want to do that... Leaving him back here... All alone...

"After..." I called out, breaking through the tension. He didn't make any sign that he had heard me. "You said that hearing their voice wasn't the first time... You heard them before?" I dared a glance up.

The shorter skeleton stopped working, his eyelight gone from my view.

"Yeah..." He paused, his mouth twisting up in a grimace. "Sometimes... Sometimes I hallucinate... I see and hear things from the past..." His voice cracked, his hands on the rolling pin tightening. "None of them are good... They... They become more active when I'm alone... More detailed to where..." He stopped, shaking his head.

He pulled away from the table, leaving the rolling pin.

I stood up and looked at him. He looked so sick... so tired and dead... It was like he was seeing all the bad... Having all those horrible memories at once...

I quickly went to his side, pulling him in a tight hug. He needed comfort... He just needed someone to keep him here... In the now, the present...

He sank into the embrace, hiding his face in my chest.

"I'm sorry..."

I winced at that phrase... Not because of it, but because of what he meant by it.

He was sorry that he killed her, he was sorry that he was hearing her voice, he was sorry that he wasn't mentally stable, he was sorry for needing someone to cling to!

He shouldn't be sorry about any of that! He just shouldn't! It wasn't his fault!

"You don't need to be sorry..." I whispered, rubbing his back softly. "You did nothing wrong."