“JUST TELL ME!” Death yelled as he nearly fell from his desk. He wheezed and gripped his chest as he tried to catch his breath, a few tears were formed in his eyes as the vampire looked around in his working area. He quickly wiped his eyes and looked to his desk, the map he had laid out had small little notes and marks of possible places to go for the evacuation. A few papers were stacked next to Death, he quickly looked them over and saw they were the assignments he assigned the soldiers too. He felt his head pounding from the dream he just had, but it quickly faded from his memory like every dream he had.

Death sighed and stood up, he calmed himself from the dream he had, and walked over to the window of his tower. He rested his arms and chin on it as he looked out to the district. To his surprise he didn't really see anyone, hell not even the guards that stood by the tunnel. The orphanage wasn't there either, not even the trees by was visible to deaths sight.

By the few moments that had passed, Death realized it was dark, normally it isn't a problem since darkness was something that always happened, but for a vampire, who are supposed to see at night, it was worrisome and unnatural.

Instantly the Leader went to his door, careful not to knock any of his things over and ruin his maps with ink that had important information written in it. Once he opened the door and stepped out he managed to trip over something and fall to his knees. Death groaned slightly and used his wings to help him get up, flying up a small bit, surprised he didn't fall all the way down the stairs instantly since they were made to go around the inside of the tower.

However, in the moment he got up he looked around him in pure disbelief. He was in the forest, the sky was dark and the trees seemed to close in together, instantly he knew he was nowhere near his district. The trees were far too close and there was no pathway in sight.

“What the hell is this..?” Death whispered as he looked around, he squinted his eyes slightly not used to not being able to see in the dark and started to walk. He didn't believe it was a dream, everything was far too real, to the smell of the trees and the fog of the forest. Each step he took made him stumble as he walked around blindly, it wasn't till a small light caught his attention.

Death debated his options and took out a small dagger that was in his boot, he held it close to him ready to defend himself if necessary as he walked over to the small light. He took his time walking to the light, making sure that he was quiet with his steps. As the light got brighter Death realized he was walking to a small campfire, but as he got closer he saw no one near the campfire, nor did he hear anyone nearby. The air got a bit colder as it blew through Death’s feathers, making him shudder as he stood in front of the campfire, the light made him feel safe now that he could finally see, but now he had a new sense of paranoia for whom the campfire belonged to.

Death took in a deep breath, breathing in the smoke, that had no affect on him, and breathed out, “Alright,” Death sighed, he looked around and stretched his wings, ready to fly, “I need to find my district.”

He looked around for a moment, worried for the vampires and monsters back home, Death shook his head before he thought the worst and turned around.

The second he took a step forward a vampire was right by his feet, covered with injures and blood as they crawled to Death, “What the hell!?” Death jumped, startled by the vampire he back away and held his dagger at them.

“H….he..lp...plea...se..” they begged and crawled closer to death, only making the leader back up in complete shock, “P̸̲̥̥̦̥͓̙͔͕̯͈̳̭̝̈̍̃́̈́̋̓̈́̉͑̿̐̃ͅL̸̢̬̝̬͚͖͓̙̹͇͉̬̠̔͗̌̈́̉̽̕͝ͅȨ̷̡̪̯̻͙̖̙̩͎̞̼͎̘͊̓̍́͋̍̄͘ͅĄ̷̹̮̫̩̠̯̺̝̎͐̊̓̅̒̎̇S̵̡̠͓̮͕̬̘̈́̑̔̓͠Ể̴̡̡̻̼̬̱̙͎̟̪̳͎̪̬̄̂̓̓̂̃̈́̈́͗̕͠͠ͅ ̶̜͛͒͘H̵͕̤͔̼̺͙̲̙͚͕̟̺̯̜͚̅͂̒Ę̴͓͍̝͕͚̤̖͚̹͗̈̿̎͠͝͝L̵̡͕̭͉̝͔̞͔̹̘͉͇͇̹̀͛́̓͆̾̉̐̍̋͋̚̚͠͝ͅP̴̠̞̮̺̣͓͇̥̺̪̤͍̋̔̔̅̈̈́͒̊͝ͅ” They screamed before turning into dust.

“W-what in the hell is going on!?” Death muttered loudly and started to fear the worst for his district now, suddenly a loud noise to the right of Death made shivers go through his spine. A loud scream echoed through through the forest followed by the sounds of gunshots and swords follow through. It seemed to real to be a dream, not to mention the fact the sound was getting louder, making Death’s soul pound with a bit of adrenaline.

“GET ME SOME SOLDIERS BY THE LAKE!!” A voice yelled, and suddenly a ton of monsters and vampires appeared around him, passing through him like he was a ghost as they all fought between each other. It wasn't the fact that vampires and monsters appeared out of thin air, or the fact they passed through him like he was a ghost long forgotten in a battlefield, no, it wasn't that. His soul didnt stop beating for a moment because of those reasons, it was the voice he heard, one that made him sweat in complete disbelief, but also made his soul swell up in happiness.

Slowly, Death picked up his head from where he watched the vampire dust, as he predicted, but never could have prepared for, a tall skeleton vampire stood in his view. Her familiar cloke to the small yellow flower button she had on it seemed so real yet so fake to him, a distant memory perhaps his mind wanted to forget, but he wouldn’t allow.

“......” Death opened his mouth to say something but no words came from his mouth, he seemed to forget the whole battle going on in front of him as he looked to the woman, he honestly couldn’t believe he was seeing his mother again. She looked so young, and beautiful just as the last time he saw her, “M- …...the hell..?” Death blinked in confusion, he had reached his arms out to his mother but instead of pulling her close to him, instead his hands met glass, cold hard glass that seemed to box him in.

The whole scene played on as he wasn't there, the battle continued between the monsters and the vampires, at one point he saw a vampire use more magic than what he's seen one use before which confused him to no end. He started hitting the glass with his fist, harder and harder each time but no matter how much impact he put on the glass it didn't even make a scratch. Death huffed in defeat, making sure he was breathing normally so he wouldn’t freak out, but as he started to focus on the battle go around him he couldn’t help but feel terrified at the familiar sight. He watched as his mother fought off all the monsters started to attack her, now he remembered why he looked up to her so much, no one could even land a scratch on her, while Death had to keep himself from vomiting at the wounds the others were receiving. Before he knew his breathing has gotten uneven, and the feeling of dread seemed to swallow his soul. Honestly, he couldn't remember the war all that much, everything was a blur like his mind was trying to erase it but didn't quite get the job done.

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Death gasped for air, his chest felt like a million bricks where being pushed down on him, he pressed his hands against the glass as he watched his mother and the other soldiers fighting, dying, just like before. Was this some sort of punishment!? Was it because of what he did!? He only turned for his district! It worked….and it worked...everyone got out alive because of that, so why was his mind making him see….this..

“DEATH, DON’T JUST STAND THERE, PROTECT YOURSELF!!” His mother yelled, her voice sounded desperate as she fought off more monsters that seemed to attack her.

Before Death new it, he was somewhere else, he wasn't trapped in the glass box anymore, but trapped in the body of his younger self. He was moving, but at the same time he wasn't in control. Death quickly took out the dagger he had and cut at a monster's leg that got near him, almost stabbing his skull.

“Young Leader!” A vampire yelled as they pushed off a monster who tackled them to the ground, “Watch out!!”

Death turned around and was instantly shot at his shoulder, making him fall to the ground. There was a ringing in his ears and the pain went through his shoulder like a lightning bolt. Death didn't even have time to scream as he quickly started to back up, gripping his shoulder as he grabbed onto a tree for help. The figure that shot him came walking towards him, he noticed they looked his age, perhaps younger. They were indeed a skeleton and definitely dangerous as they held their gun, shooting a vampire that was about to attack them.

“You better stay still for this,” They growled and grabbed Death by his collar, Death growled and grabbed his dagger, stabbing them in the arm making them howl with pain, instantly they picked up Death taking him near some sharp rocks, “JUST STAY!! STILL!!” They hollard, and in that moment black seemed to cover them, making Death’s soul freeze, like he seen that happen before. However, before Death had any time to properly react the skeleton quickly turned him over and slammed his head down on one of the sharp rocks, piercing through his left eye socket, the pain was far too much for him, instantly making him pass out within seconds.

His mother turned around to check up on Death as she managed to kill another monster that attacked her, she panicked when she didn't see her son around and tried pushing past the soldiers to find him. Sadly, as soon as she found her son, a monster soldier had snuck up behind her and shoved a spear through her chest, killing Red District’s Leader instantly.

Death gasped as his surroundings where once more changed again, instead of being in a forest surrounded by trees he was met with a more open area, surrounded in vampires in clokes, but with yellow highlights.

“Alright, listen.” A voice said next to him, Death turned his head only to see a younger version of Nim by his side, he wanted to say something but his mouth wouldn't open to his will, “These herbs are great for disinfecting deep wounds,” Nim told him and showed two different types of herbs that looked familiar, Death blinked and looked around the opened area, noticing a few houses nearby. He let out a small sigh of relief as he saw a few Red District citizens by them, he also noticed he had an eyepatch over his left eye, he fully realized that this wasn't too long ago from the battle.

“Death, hey.” Nim said softly and waved a hand in Death’s face so he would focus on her, Death quickly snapped out of it and turned to Yellow District’s leader, seeing a bit of concern on her face.

“Yeah?” Death muttered quietly, his throat felt dry and scratchy, which was a weird sensation to a skeleton because he didn't even have a throat, but honestly, who cares anymore?

“Please pay attention, i know this….is hard but your district needs you,” Nim said softly, she knew what the young vampire has been through a lot, but there was no more she could do but offer advice and a few tips for him to finally lead his district alone.

“This herb,” Nim continued and held up a similar herb in her left hand, but the pattern on the leaves of this one was different, “Not only will this one be useless to heal the wound with, it will also make the wound so infected that you will either, one, have to cut that part off from the rest of the body, two, leave them to die, or three, kill them and end their misery.” Nim bluntly said, as horrible as it sounded it was something that happened, and something she's done before. Death nodded to her words but he barely paid attention to what she said, his mind was always off somewhere, trying to forget.

“Alright!” Nim chirped and grabbed something else to show Death, “Here, now this one is-”

Unexpectedly, the sound of a huge bomb went off, frightening many of the vampires as they held onto whatever was near them so they wouldn't be blown away by the impact of the explosion. Death and Nim screamed in surprise and stood up, looking around to make sure their citizens were alright. Luckily no one was hurt from the blast but the houses that were far from them managed to catch on fire.

Without even a second of hesitation Nim immediately started barking orders at her soldiers and a bit of Red soldiers who followed her every order without question, “WE NEED TO GET TO THE FOREST!” Nim barked at the soldiers who started to protect the kids as they saw an army of monsters make their way to them, “KEEP THE KIDS SAFE!!”

“Nim, N-Nim!!” a soldier called out to her as he ran through the soldiers that started firing at the monsters who raised their weapons and used their magic. The soldier grabbed at Nim’s shoulders desperately as he looked to her, “Y-your son! Your son is s-still in the house and a-and the door is blocked!!” The soldier quickly told her as he pointed to the faraway to a house.

Nim felt her own soul stop beatinting as she looked over to the house that didn't manage to catch on fire, but was blocked by a few huge wooden planks that fell because of the blast. Nim nearly cried out as she saw her five year old son looking through the window to the commotion as the monsters got closer and closer to the house he was in, “P-Philip!” Nim panicked and looked to Death.

“Get them out of here, Death!” Nim commanded as more of the vampires fled through the forest, Death looked to her like she was insane and started to panic as well. He grabbed her arm and looked to her desperately.

“Nim I can't lead them!” Death panicked as he started to feel a weight slam down on his shoulders, “I-I’ll get them killed! Or worse!”

“Death, my son is in there!” Nim said as she yanked her arm away, turning towards the monsters and the house that was still a bit far away from her, “I have to risk it!”

And with that Nim took off, running towards the soldiers, the monsters, and the house where the small child cried for his mother, but sadly, that would be the last day he would ever get to see her again.

Death breathed heavily as Nim ran off, he saw a few vampires turn to him for orders, but death could only stare back at them with fear. He slowly saw his vision go dark, the vampires seemed to get bigger than him and take up his vision as they became apart of the darkness.

“GAH!!” Death gasped as the darkness disappeared and he was once more in the forest, he gasped and gripped his chest. He took deep breaths and managed to calm himself after a couple of minutes of breathing, “Please, please let this be over…” Death begged quietly, he wasn't sure how much more he could take.

“Death, can you please follow me.”

...........

No, just….No.

Death knew that voice, how couldn't he!? It was stuck in his head like a broken record player that was stuck in repeat! Why was he hearing it now!? When would all the torment would be over!? Yet, he knew the only way it would end, if he could confront it, just with his eyes, nothing else.

Very slowly, and hesitantly, Death lifted his head, and saw that familiar face.

August.

Death was surprised to look at him without much fear, in fact, he didn’t feel any at all, rather than a feeling mixed with surprise and dread. He looked much older then when he would have dreams of the incident, he looked to Death with such a blank stare that it seemed like he wasn't even in his own body.

Death was about to say something, it felt like he needed too, but as soon as he finally found enough courage to look the other in the eyes, black surrounded him fully, just as the soldier that attacked him.

Death backed up with a newfound fear for August, no, it wasn't him, for that demon that was forming right in front of him. The black seemed to form out of August's body, swirling above the trees as it starts to form shape of a dark black rattlesnake, staring right into his soul with red eyes.

L̶̡̗̖̜̀̈́̓̀̔̓ơ̴̡͈͓̓̋̓͌̆̓̏͠v̷̳̖̌̑̀̎̃̑̀͝ȅ̵̛͎̼͇̯͎̺̣͖͆̊̓͘͘ḽ̵̙̹͈̃ỳ̶̢̡̲̻̟̋̆̾͌̇̕ ̴̨͓̱͔̦̝̭̜̈́̂̉́͌̓̿́̚͠h̵̛̼͉̱͖̳̭͗̏̃́̎͒̾̽̎̈́̐o̸̬͂̎̈̏ẃ̸̧̘͙͓̈́́̏͒̆̕͠͝ ̷͎̺̭͐̒͐̃̂͌̓̈́̾̈́̔͜͝ỵ̴͓͈̪͍̞͚͈̱̩̔͋̉͝ͅȏ̷͎̹̑̃̀̄́̂̀̔́̿̚ǔ̴̱͓̝̘̗͕̲̂̈́́́́̕r̷͔̩̬͙̣̓̈́̆́̇͠ ̵̖̝́̒̅́͒̎̈́̎̉̃͘͝ơ̴̤͉̝̈́̓́͛̿͊͒͠ͅw̷̢̡̢̺͉̥̜̘͚̳̄̉̊̾̇ͅň̴͍̩̆̑ ̴̧̬̼͗̌̄̔͛̅̽͝m̴̖̏̔͆̓̒̋̑͗̽͗͋̌ì̷͈̙̰͈͍̼͉̊͆̒̚n̷̡͕͓͔̳̩̏̅̚ͅd̸̪͖̮̹͚̳̥̔̊͂̀̾̊̇̂̉̕̕,̶̡̣̹͕̙̖̬̺̣̬̉̑̈̓͐̈́͜ ̵̹̝͓̮͚̫̩͎͈̟͆̒̀̂w̷̗̻̭̦̖̮̞̅̀͛͗ḧ̵̝͎͖͎̭́ă̷̧̘͙̗̭̯̹̖̓̿͝ẗ̵͙́͛͌̎͛̏̎̀̽̚ ̷͓͇͇̰͓͉̟͔̎́̉̄̏̈́̈́c̴̺̝̺̖͍͙̠̩͔̥̓̌́́̾́͝o̴̼̩͆ų̴̛̥̘͚̖̫̯̹̈́̉̅͆͂̈́͐l̶͖͎͍̼͛̈́̉̆̒̓̄̄̂̓͗ͅd̴̢̨̨̺͎̖̣͕̗̩̈́̈̂̽̆̒̓̊͝ ̴̱͚͚̀͗͂͝͝b̷̧̢̛͕͚̭̳͕̲̖̖̀͂͋̋̀̂̂̿̀̕͜͝ȩ̵͈̣̠̺̖̼͊̾̈́ ̷̦̳̪̻̫̟̙̝̤͚́͋̃͜ͅţ̴̧͉͖̠͎̘̑̔̒͑̆ḫ̸̨͉̻͔̣̰̀̎̓̏̉́̀e̶̢̦͎̽̔̾ ̵̛̤̥̬̳͊̓͐̕s̷̢̝̹̣̮̬͎̜̖̅̀́͂̾̔͝a̶̩̦͑͊́͌̓̕̚f̵̬͍̱̫͈͕͉̓̐̈̍̀̇̑̽̚͝e̸̹͈̰̦̝͕͓̼͉̰̘͗̽s̴̛̘̫̞͚͓̰̥̒̈͗͂̔͐t̵̙̥̦̜̾̀͌̽̀͛̓ ̸̢̢̠̹̬̲̗͙̼̅́̏̈́̈̈́̒́͌̚͝p̷̢̧̼̘̤̮̻̮̗̖͗͗l̴̞͉̭̻͗͆̿͒̽̒̃̉͋a̴͍̟̰̺̯͊c̵̢̬̫͔̠̠̮̱̭̻͈̬͊̉̈́͂̓̈́̈́̆̍ḛ̶͌̌̌̃ͅͅ ̵̰̰̙̊͛́̍̒͝f̶̼̮͎̑ŏ̴̡̨͓̼̤̺̗͕̫̘̬̂ͅr̸̢̡̥͍̻̖͔͉̠̳̦͐̐͂̿̔̐̄̌̚͘͜͠ ̶̢̤̪̮̼͎͙̟̜̮͕̼̅̅͑̎͛̔͗͐̿͗̈́ȳ̵̗̝̄͌̃̿̇ǫ̵̫͖͇͗̕͝͠u̷̩̮̭̤̜̤̭͚͒̎̆̍̋̃̈̇͜͠͠,̸̢̗̞̳̻́̏̃̈́̏́̍̔̅ ̶̡̥̗̙͍͇͂͗c̴̢̢̯̞̼̮̜̞͆̀̽͋̄̅̆̐͘͝ả̸͉́ņ̸̬̙̬͎͕́̏̍̊̀͑͠ ̸̛̛̙̯̻͖̼̮͈͍͉͒̀͒̾̓̂͒͑̚͜͠ͅe̵̺̯̦̰̎͑͗̂͆̈̑̀͗͗a̷̮͖̹̬̔̓̏̒̓̈̈͌s̶̤̤̳͓̗͉͉̫̦͕͚̐̅̚͝i̷͈͈͔̰̇́̏̋̈́̓̏͛̈́l̶̬̳̝̺̖͈̗̭͓̼̬̂̉͛̀̐̿͗͑̽̕y̴̥͎̮̩̺̯̞̙̬̘̍̓͆̐̈́ͅ ̷̡̢̪̩̩̮͈̬̖͇̀̉̀͊̅͆̎̅̍͌͜͠p̸̨͕͈͎̮͍̫͉̓̓͂̔̿̓̄͂̓͠ơ̷̧̛̦̭̙̥̞̘̌̈́͐͒̕̕͝ḯ̵̢͎̯̗͙̜͕̲̪̹̰͐̽͑͊̓̊͗̕͝͠ͅs̴͕̼̯̮̝̘̥̒͛̃́͘o̶̧̯͔̟͎̩͍̭͎͗̈͋̑̅̈́̑̏̐ṇ̵̛̍̈́ ̶̨͉̗̐̀̂̔̃͆y̵̧̭͚̼̺̤̏̿̾́̓o̶̧̜̫̟̪̙̍̌̃͐̈́ų̶͔͊̎̀͘ ̶̧̨̹͚͕̻̜̩͔̈́̓́͒́̉̓͘b̷͉͕̙͍̖̫̪̦̥̫̽e̸̛̠̞̬̜̱̽̈́̅̎̋͠ÿ̴̻̫͇̩́̇͆̿̅͂̈́͆̚õ̵̟̎̔̐̅͘͘n̶̡̞͇̬̠̜̰̘̥̠̪̒̐̈́̿͆̈́̕ḏ̷͙̹͓̪̳̻̠̩̕ ̸̢̥̯̩̻̎͛̍͐́̕͝͝r̷͕̯̯̝̦̽̄̈́̀̊̇̀ȩ̴͕̹͇̱̺̪̳̼̿̒̄̃̏̿̍̚͜͝͝͝ͅp̵͍͉̘͙͛̏̇̐͘̚͝à̵̢̜̮͎̪͍͕̣̯͋̋͛̃̕͜i̸̧̺̝͙͉̞̥̗̤̓̌̀̍̾̇͋̑̓̎͘r̷̢̛͇̭͔͊͊̏̓́̐̏͛͒̕ ̴̝͖͔͕̖̝͖̓͌̕͠

Death woke up in cold sweat.

G̸̢̡̧̡̡̢̛̛̝̥̫̮̗̬̞̘͕͙̼̬̗̺̹̱̖̠̖̬̮̲̝̻̥̗̼̩̪̭̗͇̤͙͕͓͙̫͚̝̦̘̠̞͇͚̺̤̘̞̗̞̝͔̯͎̥̪͖̲̭̻̜͆̿̈́͆̀̃́̆̍͊̋͐͂̓̀̈́̆̈͌̿̈̅̄̋͑͒̈́̂͊͋̊̍̂̿́̈́͒̍̉́̆̄͛́͒͑̅̔͒́̇̿̓̂̾̃̃̎͗͗̈́͋̇͒̐͌̇͛̀͐̎̊͆̉̀͐͆̾̎̓̈́͗́͐̈́̐̈̎̀̐̌̌̾̔̉̆̑̂̉͊̐̈̅̔̾̋̎̑͑̽̃̾͊́̚͘͘̚͘̚͘͜͝͝͠͝͠͠ͅơ̶̡̧̨̧̨̨̛͖̥͇̘̝͎̺̲̠̼͓̬̩̮͓̼̪͚͍̲̻͔̣̭͚͉͍̩̩͔̳͚͓͕̜̝̫̘̘̯̼̼͔̰͇͙͖̖̦͈̬͂̌͌̃͒̒͗̐̀̅̈́́̋̋̓̈̐̈́̈́̾̋͆̍̈́̿͐͂̒̎͌̋́͐̆͗͗̔̀̽͒̅̋̑̉̍̃͛̍̒̇̀͋̈́̏̈̅̀̐̾̏̃̊̑̔̋͛̋̂̏̽̓̔̈͛̈́̈́̆̀̈́̓̒̒̑̾̉͒͌̋͐̾̎͗̏͛̀͛͗̓̏̏́̆͋́̍̈́̐͑̀̚̕͘̕̕̕̚͘͜͜͜͝͝͠͠͝͠͝͠͝ǫ̶̡̡̡̢̡̨̢̨̨͓͇̤͖̠͔̠̭̰̖̞͔̰͇̖͇͕̟̟̲͔̤̱̯̲͚̪̭̞̩̝̳͍̠̤̼͚̭̙̲̪̦̘̮̮̘̱̙͈̲̦̣̭̻̤̹̲̜͉̖͙͇͚͈̜̠̗͍̹͚̬̲͍͖͙̬̙̞͓͚͔̤̘͎̪̟͇͎̻͚̹̥̺̮̺̠͈͍͇̳̱͉̮̰͙͕̞̱̠̫̥̯̯̺̙̺̌͒̌̌͒̇̉̀̽̇͌̅̂̈͛͛̀͌͆̉̓̈̀̈́͒͂̉̾͊̈́̌͒̃͛̒̒͘͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝ͅͅͅd̸̢̨̨̧̢̡̧̧̢̧̨̡̨̧̛̯̱̜͙͈̰͎̯̺͕͉̱̲̦̝̭̲͉͔͇͖͔̝̣̹͚̲̣͓͇̠̩̬͉̟̠͇͉͇̱̯͓̗͍͚͉̳̱͈̦̳̦̙̻͇͚͍̭̙̺̖͓̫̳͖͇̟͙̘͓̦̱͍̗̦͓̞͖̼̗̠͉͔͚̱͔̼͚̠̣͈̠̦̭̟͓̻̮̙̺̼̗̥̫̲̘̬͇̫͈͈̝͈̤̘̗̬͖̼̠̮͕̜̰̳̞̠̳̪̹̺̪̜̻͎̯͚̲̜̲̻̱̞̩͎̜̳̦͔͚̹̺̼̘̤̝̙̜̺͈̟̂̓̽̏͛͛͑̃́̑́̂͆̋͊̆̑̉̃̃̓̈́̂͛̓̇̾͛̐͋̀͛̐̋̿̈̌̈͊̐̽̉͋̅̃̈́̈́͑̇̈̔̐̇͊͊̅̽̅̏̾̌̓͆̿̊́̅̔͂́͐̂̄̔̑͐͛͋͑͒͑̎̂̈́̿́͒̾͗́̿̎̋̓̔͒̌͆͑̇͛͂̓̈́̓̏̊͋̆͒̔͐̎́̉̏̈́͐̕͘̚͘͘͘̚̕̕̕̕̚̚͜͜͜͜͝͠͝͝͝͝͠ͅͅͅͅͅͅ 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Holy mother fucking shit guys aaahdjdjfheidhdidAa!!

He c Idk where to start! But first off thank you guys so much for 400+ followers and just literally you guys tolerating my fucking "update schedule"

I'll try to write more ;w;

But seriously thank you guys so much for reading! Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Random D.O.R facts:

1. D.O.R was originally swapped (Geno was the vampire and Death was the monster)

2. Death is actually bisexual and Geno doesn't have a sexuality but is only attracted to Death. (He isn't gay straight or anything, he just likes death)

3. August did not kill Chara, Asriel, or papyrus (I've seen some comments thinking he did, I assure you he did not -w-)

4. Sule was originally male

5. Gerson always wanted to have children, sadly he could not.

6. The reason why I give Sule and August their own chapters is because their purpose for now is to help progress the story without the plot messing with Geno and Deaths relationship progress

7. Headmaster was the Only (OC??) Character made and designed before he showed up in the chapter

8. I use They/Them pronouns for Lin and Headmanster but I see them both as male. So I'm probably going to use male pronouns for them whenever they show up in future chapters

9. Sule was only supposed to show up in one chapter and never to be used again, but I was honestly too lazy to make a new character so I continued using her.

10. Four chapters were already published before I actually started to think of a plot for the book XD

Okay! Dats it!

Pepe! Out!

Alsomeand Mother_Shadow aremakinganewafterdeathbooktogetherjusttoletyaknow-

Okay bye!

(Credit to LapusWolf for editing some of the chapter)