A Dangerous Illusion

Chapter 24

     Reaper sat in the base on Saturday evening. He was deep in thought when Error walked into the room. Reaper raised one of his hands in greeting. He saw that Error seemed upset about something though.

     "Stupid Ink and Geno," Error muttered, just quiet enough so Reaper couldn't hear him. "Why the heck did Ink do that yesterday? He knew I didn't want to see Geno again, and yet he organized that. It's a miracle I got away and Geno hasn't tried to contact me again..."

     "What's the matter, Error?" Reaper asked, sending the other a curious glance. Error just huffed.

     "I don't want to talk about it," he said curtly. Reaper chuckled, getting an idea. He gestured over to the kitchen.

     "We have some strong whiskey in there if you want it," He suggested with a smirk. Error groaned and put his head in one of his hands.

     "I'm banned from drinking in the base. Remember? Nightmare will kill me if I get drunk here again," Reaper shrugged.

     "Nightmare's not around right now. Just take one or two shots."

     "... ok," Error responded hesitantly. 

     After a bottle of whiskey and another one of wine, Error was thoroughly drunk. Reaper was laughing as Error staggered around the kitchen, most likely blackout drunk. Suddenly he stopped laughing as he heard the door open.

     "Error? Where are you?!" He heard Nightmare shout.

     "And that's my cue to leave," Reaper muttered, opening the window and hopping out into the patch of grass in the side yard. He pushed the gate open right as he heard Nightmare begin yelling about how Error was drunk again to Cross and Killer. Reaper slipped out unnoticed and quickly hurried to the apartment he knew Geno lived in.

     Upon knocking on the door, a very disgruntled Geno appeared.

     "Back already?" He asked incredulously. "You were just here to bother me yesterday." Reaper chuckled and put a hand at the back of his head.

     "I got kicked out of the house by my roommates," He declared. Geno rolled his eye and pulled Reaper inside of the apartment, dragging the other into his room.

     "What did you do, you idiot?" He asked. Reaper huffed slightly, crossing his arms.

     "That's not very nice," He muttered. "Anyways, I got my friend drunk." Geno let out a breath of air.

     "That's not too bad," He said. Reaper laughed sheepishly.

     "Yeah, but last time he got drunk, it took me and three of my other roommates to get him pinned. And that was after he broke down the wall between the kitchen and living room."

     "... Oh," Was all Geno responded with. Reaper chuckled.

     "It was great! It happened around a year ago. We decided to have a party one day. There was a ton of beer and other stuff like that and we all drank a bit. However, my friend drank a bit too much."

     "I'm guessing that's an understatement," Geno said.

     "Hush. I'm trying to tell a story. Anyways, he went nuts. First he began running around the house. It seemed pretty harmless. Until he found an axe."

     "Why in the world do you have an axe in your house?" Geno asked.

     "There's not just one. One of my buddies has a few in his room."

     "Why..." Was Geno's only response.

     "Hey. We're weird. One of them has axes, one of them has puppets, and two of them have knives in their rooms. That's just what we do. Oh yeah, and one of them has a ton of chocolate.

     "Anyways, as I was saying, my buddy got an axe. Obviously that freaked us out a bit. He then continued running around the house, singing some Weird Al parody."

     Geno couldn't help but chuckle at that thought. A drunk guy running around a house with an axe singing Weird Al.

     "One of my buddies got a knife from their room. Yes, I know, before you interrupt me. Yes it was dangerous. No we don't care. It was mostly for self defense anyways. In our house, the policy is that if you do something dumb enough to get a knife thrown at your face, you probably deserved it.

     "Anyways, so my friend gets his knife and begins chasing my drunk friend around. While we're distracted he somehow manages to set a few traps and gets one of my buddies tied up. Then, we cornered him in the living room. Instead of stopping, he turns around and destroys the wall behind him, jumping into the kitchen.

     "Finally, one of my friends gets his axe back. But that wasn't the end. We had to catch him then.

     "After around half an hour, we finally caught up with him. We don't have the biggest house. I have no clue how he evaded us for that long even now. It ended with me and two of my roommates pinning him down while the last one knocked him out. He had the worst hangover ever the next day." 

     Geno laughed. "That's ridiculous," He said. "How did someone who was blackout drunk manage to escape like five other people in a house?"

     Reaper laughed. "He does some weird stuff while drunk. Sometimes he can get crazy hyper, and sometimes he can barely walk. It's just a matter of luck for us."

      "Actually, come to think of it, how many people live in your place?" Geno asked after a moment.

     "There are seven of us," Reaper responded. Geno paused for a second.

     "But you only mentioned six people in your story. Where was the seventh?" He asked.

     "Yeah, the last guy is sort of the boss of the house. He doesn't do much besides yell at us, but we all like each other. Mostly. I actually just came over here so he wouldn't murder me once he saw that my friend was drunk again." Geno just shook his head.

     "So I'm guessing you want to crash here, right?" He asked. Reaper winked.

     "Of course, sweetheart."

     "Then you're staying on the couch."