Եհҽ աíӀԵҽժ ցӀíԵϲհҽՏ {Old}

Chp. 4 Past Relics

Memories from the past~!

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       A robed figure crept quietly as they entered a vast expanse of space, searching for the one next on the list. They looked around with blank eyesockets, plain confusion written all his expression. Did he come to the right place? Why wasn't there any one here? He wandered off into space as he looked around with a concerned expression, why is it so empty? A place so vast, so endless-! It can drive anyone insane.

Did someone else already reaped him? That was a probability, he wasn't the only god of death after all. He stayed silent as thought about all this long and hard, and came to the decision that they were already taken care of. He turned to leave until he jolted back as he fell back in shock. A skeleton with a knife wound across his chest, and still standing at such a fact, a glitch over his eye as it floated over it. A maroon red scarf that reached the ground while the rest of the outfit pure white with some blood stains from the obvious wound.

He wore a serene smile, that showed pain and sadness whilst his eyelights shown pure joy at seeing him which confused the Reaper greatly. "Hi! New around here aren'tcha???" He said excitedly, he had a child-like glow about him, eager to be able to speak to anyone just to hide his lonely self. The cloaked one blinked at the hand offered to him in worry. The other looked at his worry in confusion until he came up with his own assumptions. "Oh... Are ya Germaphobic? Okay, I get it! No problemo! I'll give ya your space! So, what's your name???"

The robed one blinked at the words 'Germaphobic' as he took time to register what the smaller said when they awaited his response.
"D- D- Death...!" Death stammered embarrassingly as the other laughed at him. "Okay, 'D- D- Death'! I'm Genocide!" Genocide mimicked as he laughed at himself hysterically. "Okay, 'D- D- Death'! You came to the wrong place! I'm not the original Genocide your looking for! Just go to the next Savescreen that I think should be very far away from here! So you don't have to waste your breath on a copy!" Genocide said with a hint of sadness. Death blinked, oh. So he was a copy as well? "Pft- Okay, no more moody stuff! Hey, did Halloween come early this year? Or is it really Halloween? I wouldn't know, I mean Time is ENDLESS here! Even I don't know what day or time it is! Funny, right?" Death blushed at the fact that Genocide mimicked his wording when introducing himself but paused at the words 'Time', 'Day', and 'Endless'.

It only took him moments to realize Genocide thought that he was a trick or treater. "Uh- I'm not– This is not—" He tried to gesture to his outfit until his soul jumped in fear. "Hey, what's this? Oooh~A Scythe! It looks so realistic!" Genocide grabbed the scythe that was hooked up on Death's back and started swinging it around in glee. "H- Hey! You shouldn't touch that! Y- you'll get killed! If you–" Death paused as Genocide snorted in laughter, he was holding nonexistent stomach as he wiped his imaginary tears. "Y- you-! Snrk–  Do you honestly think that- me, that I'll die??? I mean, I'm already half-dead! Hey, does that mean I'm immortal???" Genocide asked with a pure child like innocence, but Death was confused.

How is he half-dead? But it did make sense, how else would he be alive- er half alive- with such a big wound across his chest without
Being half dead? But... this situation was kinda interesting, would he dust if Death– Death mentally shook himself as he sighed sadly, don't be stupid, of course he will! The odds of that happening is just- "Mmm~! I was right! You are sooo warm! Who knew this get up would be so comfy???" Death trembled as he felt Genocide hug him from behind with joy, even if he only reached Death's collarbone, he still was happy. "H- how are you-? How are you even alive?!" Genocide looked up with a confused expression, suddenly it hit him like a tidal wave as he pieced up Death's attitude and actions the whole time he was there and why he was wary.