The God left without another word, leaving the mother and her dead child. As he left the house he could hear the familiar sounds of sirens, symbolizing that either the police or an ambulance was coming.

Reaper didn't care, he simply opened another portal home as he always did for his final reaping. The God of Death stepped through and made his way through a garden, the grass dying beneath his feet as he walked forward, checking off all the names he reaped for the day. He sighed and rubbed his eyes as he checked off the last name, his wrist already hurting from it. Everyday there's thousands of deaths, if he was lucky. The God had to go reap more than millions through wars and plagues throughout the time he was created, but today, today was his lucky day, only a few more than a thousand he had to reap. If it weren't for his brother Reaper would have probably lost his mind by now, as he would joke but clearly no one was up for jokes, especially when it came from him.

Reaper gave a sigh of defeat and laid down on a tree, killing it within an instant but enough to hold him up. The God slowly started to relax against the dead tree and looked up to the sky before grabbing his book once more. He made sure he had crossed off every name in the book but surprisingly there was still one there.

Reaper sat up slightly and grabbed his pencil, he was sure he finished his final reaping, that boy should have been the last one. Maybe in his tired state he forgot to cross it off, yeah, it should be that. Reaper put his pencil to his paper and tried crossing off the name, but as if the pencil were pen, and ran out of ink, the name wasn't crossed.

Reaper gave off a small groan of annoyance and floated off the tree, looking to the name. He grabbed his scythe and put the book in his small bag he had tied to his waist. He was positive he finished his reaping, though the God hated his job he knew not to look over names, and has never had. This couldn't have been a mistake either, this book had all the names written down for reaper to reap before the deaths even happened, so there was no was he missed it, but, the God shrugged. It was just one more person to reap, so it shouldn't be a big deal, just one more person.

Nothing new.

Reaper held his hand out and opened a portal, he didn't need to know where or what time in order to open it, it would always lead him to the right place.

And so the God left to find the late name.

Geno.

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    Geno stared at the commands floating above him. In a tired daze he reached his hand out to touch them. Unfortunately, since he was laying down, he couldn’t reach them, but it did not matter. He knew they would not work for him. Only Chara or Frisk had the power to activate them making his existence a literal waste of space.

    There was no point in him being there. No point in staying alive. When he first arrived he figured he would at least make use of his time by setting his plan in motion. To destroy the spawn of hell that took his brother away. With each passing sans, he grew weary and tired on the same repetitive answer. After a while he finally stopped, just letting himself exist outside of any timelines in his universe.

With a sigh, the determined skeleton sat up, looking out to an endless darkness that was his home, and his personal hell. He snapped his fingers and a small “window" appeared out in front of him, letting him view his universe.

He didn't really know why he even bothered to look into it anymore, change seemed so unlikely, even with determination Geno still has yet to save anyone.

As Geno looked into the “window” he could tell something was off, something was always off. With the quiet that was coming from his universe, he could only guess the child….the demon, was doing another genocide, or perhaps a neutral run this time.

Geno closed his eyes for a moment, letting the quiet sink in before snapping his fingers, closing the “window”. He didn't feel like watching, watching someone die again, it wasn't because of how much it hurt, which it still did but...it was all starting to become numb to him. Knowing that the player could easily bring them back with a single press of a button. How those who died would never know and continue their lives happily without knowing a demon had ruin their lives before.

Like a puppet, the player controled the strings.

Geno shook his head, getting rid of those thoughts before his mind went too deep. He kept his eyes closed, surprisingly enjoying the quiet from the void, slowly relaxing…..

“Mortal.”

Geno snapped his eyes open and stood up, thinking he was crazy, no one else was supposed to be in the void besides Gaster, and even then it's been decades and Geno hasn't heard from him.

“Don't you know how to greet your end?”

Geno felt his bones run cold.

“Turn around, and meet your fate.”

Geno took in a deep breath, his eye flaring with magic, he took a step forward before turning around, looking to no one other than the God of Death.

Game over?