Ghost Stories (A Sanscest Story)

A Fellow Brother

Cross balanced on the roof of a building in town, watching as the others disappeared off towards the high school. He turned in the opposite direction. "Just some dusting, right?" He murmured. He summoned his knife and beside him, Chara fizzled into view twitching, staring out over the town. "Chara." The human turned to him and Cross grinned, nodding his head. "Go have some fun." He watched the human shriek in delight.

He closed his eyes and his body gave a tremor. When he opened them, two red targets glowed in his eyesockets as a haunting grin spread across his face. He leaped forward.

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Geno watched as Ink left for school. He waved goodbye to him and sighed. Fresh had already disappeared for the day, going to do... whatever the fuck 90's parasites did. He sat on the living room couch and turned his phone back on. The messages from Error had deleted themselves. Geno stared down at his phone, feeling a severed pain in his chest that, for the first time, had nothing to do with his external injury.

Geno froze as the room around him seemed to drop several degrees. There was a soft tapping noise from behind him. Like someone was using a pen to tap a window. But Geno knew two things. There was no window behind him, but there was a mirror. Shakily, he turned to look.

The black-cloaked spirit stared at him. His scythe was tapping against the inside of the mirror. "Geno..." He said quietly, his voice little more than a whisper. Geno felt himself involuntarily tremble. "Just one touch..." Geno scowled at him.

"No." He hissed out. The spirit huffed and pouted, drifting in the mirror.

"So stubborn... Truly admirable, you DETERMINATION..." The word made Geno's head hurt for a moment. All of a sudden, the world around him seemed to fizzle. Geno's phone went off and he checked it to see a text with no number attached.

wHo iS thAt

Geno blinked. The spirit in the mirror tipped his head. A slow grin spread over his face. "Ah, I'd recognize that angry fizzling anywhere..." He drawled slowly. Geno has t realized his hands were shaking until he realized he was having trouble reading the phone. The spirit spoke in a deep, rumbling voice. "Hello Error."

Immediately, Geno's phone sparked as a message appeared. It was glitching wildly.

W h O  i S  T h A T

Geno gulped shakily. "You don't know me?" The spirit seemed offended as he tapped his scythe lazily against the inside of the mirror. "I am... Death. I am the reaper. In fact, that's what I'm called. Reaper." The spirit turned to meet eyes with Geno. "I don't think you even knew that, did you, darling?"

Geno blinked and it startled him enough to cause him to stutter on keeping his pixels up. A momentary glimpse at the side of his face made Reaper's brows shoot up in surprise. Geno scowled at him. His face had heat up a bit. "DON'T call me darling!" He spat.

Reaper blinked and tipped his head, seeming unbothered by Geno's anger. Geno's phone buzzed again and he yelped as it cracked.

i dON'T liKe hIm

Geno scoffed as he stared down at the screen. "That makes two of us, Error." He stated, glaring at Reaper. Reaper put a hand on his chest in mock hurt. Then, he seemed to stiffen. The lights around the house flickered once. Twice. They were going on time with his eyelights. The bright blue rings were fading in and out of Reaper's eyesockets as his face went blank.

Geno blinked. All of the power in the house seemed to shut down. He jumped as the grandfather clock somewhere in the house chimed loudly, echoing through the empty halls. Reaper's eyes lit up with the chime before fading as he whispered in an echoing voice.