Ghost Stories (A Sanscest Story)

A Future Murder

Ink furrowed his brow as he felt the phone on his bed vibrate. He didn't want to move, much less look at the screen. Without lifting his head, he pat his hand around the bed until he found it. He pulled it to him and opened it, squinting at the text.

Hey, Ink.

Ink paused, a little confused. It was from Geno. Why was Geno texting him? Then, before he could type a response, another text came through.

I need to talk to you.

Ink propped himself up onto his elbows, tipping his head. He didn't understand why Geno hadn't just called. He began to type back.

you want me 2 call you ?

Ink sent it and waited, but he didn't even have time to set the phone down before it buzzed again. He felt a bolt of shock as he read the text.

I'm outside.

Holy shit, seriously? Ink slipped off of his bed, grabbing his paintbrush and opening a portal, coming out of one of the ink blotches on the wall downstairs. He moved over to the door and unlocked it, throwing it open.

Sure enough, Geno stood there. He blinked at Ink, lowering the phone in his hand. "Hey..." Geno started, not seeming to know what to say. Ink stared at him before sputtering.

"Wha-I-HI!" He exclaimed. "What're you doing down here?!" Geno lived farther away. Further up north. Geno awkwardly rubbed his arm.

"Can I come in?" He asked. Geno hated being outside. Mostly because people would notice him and talk about him. It was hard not to, the guy had a bloody slash across his chest. Ink nodded and stepped aside.

As soon as Geno came in, Ink heard something distantly. He furrowed his brow, shutting the door. It was that grandfather clock again. It chimed loudly, the noise echoing through the halls. Geno turned to him, picking at his scarf. He seemed troubled.

"Ink, y'know how I said I had a ghost problem?" Ink furrowed his brow. His memory was NOT good. He thought hard about it until he managed to pull something up. He blinked and snapped his fingers, nodding.

"Yes?" He said, not sure how to feel about that. Geno sighed. Ink jumped as something dark flashed in the mirror on the wall. He felt a chill as all of his lights flickered. Geno rolled his eye.

"We don't need to be so dramatic." He said loudly. There was a groan and Ink yelped as a curved blade came out of the mirror and cracked into the wall beneath it. Ink recognized that weapon. A scythe. Wait. He knew where he'd see that before.

When he'd reunited Error, Fresh, and Geno. This spirit had been watching. "Woah, woah, woah. You're being haunted by a REAPER??" Ink asked in shock. Geno crosses his arms, seeming like he was waiting. A smooth voice drifted from the mirror.

"Not A reaper... THE Reaper." It said as a figure came into view. Yeah, Ink did recognize him. It was the same blue-eyed skeleton with the black cloak. "My name is Reaper, actually. And you're..." His eyelights suddenly lit up bright blue and Ink froze in place for a moment. "Ink."

Ink was quiet. He wasn't as freaked out as he figured a normal monster would be. Mostly because he'd had his own spirit haunting him too. But, this was the Grim Reaper. Ink gulped and stood with his paintbrush neatly tucked behind him. "So...?" He was confused.

"There is about to be death. Someone you know is going to die." Reaper stated, seeming bored as he tapped his fingers along his scythe. Ink furrowed his brow.

"Well, it's Sci, isn't it?" Ink asked, a painful tone straining his voice for a moment. Geno seemed concerned, but before he could speak, Reaper had furrowed his brow.