"WAKE UP AND SMELL THE PORK!" 

Geno sat up in alarm, his hands balling up the blankets covering him. "WHAT THE HOLY PIECE OF TOAST-"

He looked over to see... Well, how could you describe what he was looking at? It was the god of death, one of the most scariest and intimidating people he has ever met, wearing a blue frilly apron and holding a plate of bacon and eggs. He was floating with such a positive expression that Geno swore he was still dreaming or something. He made a move in pinching himself. It hurt. So, he wasn't dreaming and this man was just a lunatic. Great.

"Uh... Reaper, right?" Geno tried. 

The god lifted his head up and smiled. "Yes~?"

"I think the phrase goes, 'Wake up and smell the bacon'."

The other blinked before shrugging and setting the plate in front of Geno, handing him a fork and knife. Geno eyed the knife with discomfort. Reaper noticed but didn't say anything about it. "You mortals advance so quickly. It was trouble operating that fire box of yours downstairs."

Geno blinked at Reaper. "Uh... a oven?"

Reaper shrugged. "Is that what they are called?"

"How the hell did you make eggs in the oven?"

The 'angel' tilted his head. "In? I took one of those flat metal things and placed it on? That was what the instructions had said, anyways."

Geno continued to stare at Reaper in confusion before he finally understood. "Oh, the stove."

"Why are do you all have so many cooking machines anyways?" Reaper interrupted, obviously sighed, hinting at his difficulty in using one of them. "Don't you just need one?"

"It's too early in the morning to explain to a god how a kitchen works." Geno grumbled instead of answering, jabbing his fork into the eggs and taking a bite. It was still kind of raw... but he didn't make any effort to tell the other so he just ate them and placed the plate on his nightstand, getting out of bed.

~~~

"Hey Geno. You look dead today." 

Geno didn't even bother looking up. "I'm a skeleton, moron."

Fell rolled his eye-lights. "More dead than usual."

He had to admit, he also felt as dead as he probably looked. His bones ached for some odd reason and he felt like there were needles piercing right through him. It hurt to move in a certain way, so he avoided it as much as he could. Maybe the mattress was to blame. Maybe.

Fell passed him an iced tea. "Look, I can't keep giving you these-"

Geno held up a hand, waving him off. "I know, I know. You don't make them anymore."

The other leaned onto the counter, looking to him. "I like you Geno, you know I do." Fell paused. "You know, not in that way."

"I would rather sell my soul than date you, Fell."

The skeleton behind the counter made a face and rolled his eye-lights, letting out a huff. "Same here, glitch face."

"*sshole."

"I'm a skeleton, I don't have one."

Geno muttered something under his breathe before taking a sip of his drink. It tasted the way he liked it. He had to give some credit to the douche, he was pretty good at what he did.

"He seems nice."

Geno had almost forgotten the literal other-worldly being sitting in the stool next to him, nonchalantly leaning against the counter and stacking sugar packets into a sort of fortress. He didn't say anything and simply took another sip. 

The god noticed. He noticed a lot. "Some kind of love-hate relationship between you two?"

"Didn't you hear what I just said? I would rather sell my soul."

Fell looked up from a glass he was cleaning. "Did you say something?"

Geno quietly cursed to himself. This was going to be a regular thing now, wasn't it? He was going to look like a nutcase by the end of the day. "Just thinking aloud."

"Got something on your mind?"

"Uh..." He held his scarf up to his face for a moment, thinking. "Not really." The pins and needles feeling came back to him and it really, really hurt to move this time. Geez, what was happening today?

Reaper cocked a non-existent eyebrow at Geno before turning to Fell. 

And then, Geno barely moved his head an inch to the left when a table was hurled at their direction, barely missing him by that one inch. The skeleton blinked. Oh god, if he only stayed still for another second-

This time, Reaper grabbed Geno's wrist and yanked the skeleton towards him to avoid an incoming chair. Now, the god was alert and his empty eye-sockets now held a eye-catching blue glow, mist pouring from them in a mysterious and threatening manner. He was glaring at something and when Geno followed his gaze, he caught the sight of an odd looking person. It was a woman, tears running down her face as her neck began to bleed and her hands grappled onto the nearest chair to throw next. Geno squinted at her for a second and there, around the woman's neck- no, her entire body- were red strings. They held tightly to her. Just like a puppet. With a painful cry, the women threw another chair at Geno. In a flash, Reaper was between the chair and Geno, promptly blocking it with his arm alone. Then, falling out of his sleeve and into his arm, was what appeared to be a angelic shotgun. As if perfectly timed or just simply ironic, the song 'Angel With A Shotgun' began to play from the speakers in the building. For that moment, Geno couldn't help thinking that Reaper, despite being a real novice to the modern world, was a complete bad*ss.

Aiming the barrel at the woman, Reaper cocked the gun and fired. To Geno's surprise, instead of killing her, the strings binding her limbs immediately expanded before bursting into white little strands, shimmering down onto the floor. At her release, the woman quickly fell to her knees in relief that she had control over her body once more. 

"Reaper, what was th-" Geno looked over to where Reaper once was before pausing, the god no where in sight. He blinked.

Where the hell could he had gone?

~~~

"I didn't know you would be here of all places." 

Reaper folded his arms as he looked to the figure in front of him. They were both currently on a nearby building. Sitting over the edge, in a ominous crouching position while they scanned over the city, was another skeleton. His bones were engraved with markings (as the same as Reaper's) and was an unfamiliar jet black, a complete contrast to Reaper's pearly white. A bone-chilling laugh rasped from their mouth, but the cloaked skeleton stood firmly, unaffected. "ThE bIG SHot cAmE oUT To PlAY In mY CIty."

"Last time I checked, your name wasn't on it." 

Another discomforting laugh. "NewS Is BuZZinG. SoON, THEy wIll AlL CoME OVeR TO pLAy."

Reaper didn't like the news. "Why are you so interested in my business anyways~? You already have immortality, aren't you satisfied?" 

The skeleton slowly sat up and looked over at Reaper with his discolored and mismatched eye-sockets. A wide smile stretched across his face as the blue ruins carved deep under his sockets shined a bright blue hue. "nOt. In. tHE. SliGHTesT."

((This is turning into an actual story what the bread roll owo))