Memories

Chapter 9: 2:3

Reaper looked at the glitchy sans, the destroyer... wasn't how Reaper though would look. For one, the destroyer was just so... glitchy and he sounded so... tired. Not only that but... why did Reaper feel so connected to the sadistic skeleton?? Everything about the destroyer seemed... similar...

"####? Are you ok?"

"Yeah... I'm fine... I just feel dead inside"

"... #### I'm serious, don't joke about death"

"Heh... ok. I'm just tired"

What... was that!! Reaper couldn't remember ever having a conversation like that!!!

No, stop. This wasn't a time to get distracted. Reaper just needs to focus, looking back up at where he had last seen the destroyer he realised that he had been spacing out for longer than he intended. Everyone had already started attacking and Error was just... sitting there.

Quickly summoning his scythe, Reaper got ready to bring it down on the monster's skull.

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*swoosh*

Suddenly Reaper was thrown back onto the white floor by an invisible force, a force that was strong enough to have paralyse the god of destruction momentarily. Reaper could feel something unlock in his non-existence brain as his skull hits the hard floor, the last thing he saw was the same flowing yellow butterfly flying towards him.

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Everything turns black...

" hey Reaper, if I ever need your help... would you help me??"

" pfft- of course ####!! I love you and you know it"

" I'm serious Reaper..."

"... wait really???.... hmm... if you ever need my help, all you need to do is send our a wave of concentrated magic!!"

"... concentrated... magic??"

" yeah! Concentrated magic!! Only those strong enough can feel the wave!!"

"Does.... this include that stupid creator??"

"... I don't know why you insist on calling Ink stupid but umm... no... Inks not strong enough for some reason..."

"I... know why..."

"Why??!!"

"... you won't believe me..."

" oh course I will ####!!!"

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"####?"