~Farewell~
(Hey guys.
I'm sorry to say that this book will be discontinued. I've run out of hope, inspiration, and time to continue this any longer.
I know this is sudden, but a lot has been happening in my life...
I'm sorry.)
(LOLYOUTHOUGHT-)
So, since I wanted the plot to move on and got really impatient, I cut out a lot of extra fluff, funny stories and moments, + more about these characters!
SO, THIS CHAPTER IS FOR THE RANDOM FLUFF I DECIDED TO TEAR OUT BUT WANTED TO STITCH BACK IN.
HAVE FUUUUUUUUUN~!
(Random Fun Idea #1 : The Family Visit the Store)
"HOLY SH*T, THAT'S A LOT OF APPLES." Reaper suddenly yelled, causing heads to turn in their direction.
"Yes Reaper, there ARE a lot of apples over there." Geno rolled his eye-lights, trying his best to ignore the onlookers. "As I mentioned before, we're in a store."
"I KNOW, BUT OH MY GOD." Reaper was still shouting, overly fascinated with the fruit. Goth, hearing the commotion, waddled over and laid eyes on the red fruits. Geno nearly facepalmed as Goth expressed his surprise with a VERY LOUD exclamation like the god did.
"Alright, I understand the BABY'S gasp, but the f*ck Reaper." Geno groaned, basically wanting to grab a paper bag and shove his face into it.
The god was now balancing several on his arms, shoulders, and head. "We're buying all of these." The god proclaimed, looking dead-on serious.
"Hell no. I don't want to wake up to a loud gasp every morning because you see an apple on the counter."
"BUT GEEEEEENNOOOOOO."
"Ohmygod, stopembarrassingme."
"GEEEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOOOO."
The scarfed skeleton was gonna voice his disapproval once again, but stopped as both Reaper and Goth teamed up to beg like sad puppies. Geno had no choice now. With a heavy sigh, he let his skull hang. "Fine."
"VICTORY!" The god threw his arms into the air, dropping every apple he was balancing.
(Random Fun Idea #2 : Geno Finds 'AFTERDEATH')
The scarfed skeleton sat at the couch, scrolling through his cellular device without any interest. Suddenly, a random photo popped onto his screen, one which was HIGHLY INAPPROPRIATE. It was a picture of two skeletons- wait.
Geno blinked before his face flushed.
THAT WAS A PICTURE OF HIM AND REAPER, OH GOD.
With that, he hurriedly swiped it out of view, his face burning alive.
"Hey Garbage disposal." Reaper strolled up behind Geno, resting his arms on the skeleton's head.
Geno covered his skull, regaining his composure. "HEY DONUT TREE."
"So, are we going to keep calling each other random things from now on?"
"YES, DON'T QUESTION IT TOASTER OVEN."
"That's a real thing-"
"I MADE IT UP, I GET ALL THE CREDIT."
Reaper sipped a bit of his drink and lazily pulled out his phone. "Hm? Did you send me something?" Geno paused and shook his skull. Reaper casually pulled up his messages, taking another gulp.
Silence.
"Reaper?" Geno asked, turning around. Somehow, Reaper had managed to spill his drink all over himself and end up face-first onto the floor. Geno took a glance at Reaper's screen and nearly fell over himself.
Apparently, the picture didn't just 'vanish'.
(Taken Out 'Scene' #1 : BACK AT IT AGAIN-)
Reaper and Geno were sitting on the couch as usual, staring at the wall with interest.
Life was just passing by when she noticed their odd fixation on the wall. "...Do I need to know?" The goddess sighed.
Reaper shifted a little to get comfortable. "No."
"...Aaaalright then." She walked off into the garden, leaving the two upside-down on the couch.
"Reaper, if I had blood, wouldn't it all be in my head by now?" Geno asked, still staring at the wall in front of them.
"Probably." Reaper answered. "Good thing we aren't. We get to do this all day."
Goth awoke from his nap, blinking the sleep from his eye-sockets. Once he saw that his parents were sitting like imbeciles, the child knew no better and quickly propped himself up, legs in the air. He looked forward at the wall, unmoving.
"We are a really bad influence, aren't we?" Geno spoke once more.
"Uh-huh." Reaper answered.
~EXPLANATIONS~
- lol you get none, HA-
SEE YOU ALL LATER! :D
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