Afterdeath 30 day OTP

Day #8 Blood

Fresh's POV
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"Why do ya all up and wanna know my radical broski?" I question the skeleton in front of me. "Oh.. um... We're old friends! I... Uh... Wanna say hi!" They reply. "You sounds like you got the jitters pal" I say. "I'm shy" They reply. I guess they seem okay... Dec might get worried if I'm not there soon. "My brotato lives up top, level 3 number 105! Have a radical day broseph!"  I reply enthusiasticly. As I'm walking away I see them walking towards the building. Maybe a new friend will be good for Geno.

Geno's POV
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I had just stepped out of the shower, my bones were warm and steamy from the water. As I was drying off I hear a knock at the door. "Just a minute!" I call. I pull on a white sweater and black sweats. My gash automatically stains the new shirt.
I sigh as I walk down the hall, the knock sounding again. "I'm coming!" I call again. I reach the door and pull it open. "Can I help- y-you..?" My voice quavers as the cool barrel of a gun presses against my skull. "Hello Genocide" Says the skeleton holding the gun. He presses his finger to his lips. He then gestures for me to sit down on the couch. He kicks the door shut behind him. In the light I can see him better. He is quite tall, reaching Error's height and almost Nightmare's. Despite his tall and skinny state he looked like a Sans. He had a crack running up the right side of his skull from his eye, and another on the opposite side running down. He only seemed to have his left pupil and smelled of ciggerates. What shocked me the most was the hole in his hands, much like Reaper's. I sucked in a frightened breath as I sat. "P-please .... don't hurt me..?" I ask. I was scared. I longed for Reaper. I had the strangest feeling that he would've protected me. Suddenly this Gaster like Sans started laughing. "I'm only here to hurt you Geno" he chuckles dryly, "but I'm won't kill you.... Yet"  I stared at him in horror. He points the gun back at me, aimed at my leg. As the shot rang out a splintering pain surged through my knee. I wanted to scream but I remembered when he had shushed me and bit my lip. "Don't scream~" he whispered into my ear. I felt the gun barrel against my ribs. "I think I will kill you instead of torture, form an ecto-stomach please"  I squeaked in fear and summoned my stomach. He pressed the barrel against my red ecto-stomach. I looked down to see the pistol against the already scarred stomach. "P-please.." I whispered. The shot was loud and painful. I coughed as glowing red blood spilt from my mouth and stomach. He stood up as I fell from the couch. My vision blurred as the barrel appeared between my sockets. "Say bye bye~" He grins. I close my eyes and wait for the sweet embrace of death.
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But it doesn't come.
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Instead I hear the bullet strike metal. A lightly glowing blade hovers in front of my face.
Looking up I see my saviour. Reaper stands above me, scythe drawn. He glares at the Sans. "G! Who the fuck do you think you are?!" He growls.

Reaper's POV
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"Reaper~ you're just in time for the show."  G says, slowly spreading his arms wide. "Put the goddamn gun down" I growl. He looks confused. "He locked you up. He's a cop! Why the hell do you care what I do?!" He yells back.
Glaring I answer

"Geno is M I N E"

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Ah, I love cliffhangers. Hope you enjoyed~ bye guys and gals~
              ~Skelaton bro