Long story short:

Dark- *Writes chapter after spending hours on it* Wow, time to publish!

*notices it is on the wrong book*

Dark- Lol, I'll just copy and paste it, no biggy. *deletes chapter after copying it*

Dark- *tries pasting it in other book*

*dOESN'T PASTE*

Dark- *HAS A MENTAL BREAKDOWN FOR LEGIT 10 MINUTES*

Then this happened:

Holy crap guys

Like two seconds after  I wanted to cri-

I found a way to bring my story back

I'm going to cry tears of relief and happiness no joke-

This is too much emotional whiplash for one night-

((Reposting the first part from my Other book here because I'm writing a continuation uwu))

(I've been reading stories about Afterdeath in the Cop AU and I just wanted to try it out myself-)

"What."

The officer looked up from his papers casually, his feet changing position on his desk as he was leaning back in his chair. "Hm?"

Geno, despite being handcuffed, made an effort to wave his hands around. "Wait, wait, run that by me again?"

The officer rolled his 'eyes', casually looking back at the papers. "Well, since I'm ever so nice, you can either work as my personal house maid or work down in the sewers like the rest of the inmates."

Geno gawked at his choices. "WHAT THE HELL?"

"What?"

"I'M NOT GOING TO BECOME YOUR SLAVE."

The officer slid his shoes off of his desk before scooting closer to Geno, setting down the papers and folding his hands. "Well, you won't necessarily be a slave, just have to do a couple of chores and that's it. In the sewers, you'll have to be working all day WITHOUT air conditioning and breaks, unlike this job I'm offering you."

Geno stared at the officer. The officer stared back. They stared at each other for a while before the officer let out a sigh, leaning back in his chair again.

"Look, it's that job or the sewers. What will it be?"

Geno gave the officer a look. "Why are you even giving me a choice?"

The officer blinked before leaning on the desk, smirking. "Why, I couldn't possibly put such a pretty face in the sewers~."

~~~

Killer looked up, holding a small bag of trash he had collected. He looked over at Geno, a bit confused. "Dude. Why didn't you take the maid offer?"

Geno, knees deep in gross, picked out a few pieces of trash floating and tossing it to Killer. " I don't f*cking know, that guy was seriously creeping me out."

Killer gave Geno a look. "Dude, breaks and air conditioning sound a lot better than whatever the hell we're doing down here."

The scarfed skeleton waded through the trash and picked up a few more, tossing it to Killer. "I just felt like... it was setting up for some cliche plot convenience? I don't know, a cop shouldn't even be able to do that."

Horror looked up from his side. He walked over with his bag, sitting down and taking a breather. "Well, this place sucks. Geno, Killer," He grabbed the attention of both of us. "I know someone which could bail us out. You in?"

Killer set his bag down. "Whatever is better than this dump."

Geno nodded. "Count me in."

Out of nowhere, a certain officer appeared. "Aww, are you all planning out an escape?" He smiled while his blue iris blazed with magic. "I'd love to see you try."

Killer flipped the officer off. "F*ck off, Reaper. We're not friends, especially after you tried creeping up on Geno."

Reaper surprisingly looked very hurt. "Me? Creeping up on someone? I would never!"

All three of them gave him a look. The look of, 'You're obviously full of bull sh*t'.

Reaper sighed, mumbling, "okaymaybeIwould", before turning around and walking away shamefully.

Geno now felt confident in his choice not to stay with that weirdo.

~~~

Sirens screeched as the three amigos (followed with some others, such as Dust and Error) ran for the giant gaping hole someone had created. When they were on the other side, their savior, a short skeleton wearing a crown with a moon etched into it, physically repulsed. "JESUS- DO YOU GUYS EVER SHOWER? IT SMELLS LIKE YOU'VE HAVE A PARTY IN THE SEWERS."

"Well, since we aren't given bars of soap in that prison, no." Dust growled.

"Well," the short skeleton scowled, turning around and leading the group. "Taking a long shower is first on the to do list."

"Where are you all going~?" A voice cooed. They all turned around to see none other than Reaper, twirling a set of handcuffs on his pointer finger.

"On a night stroll." Geno snarked, rolling his eye-lights before the short skeleton teleported them away.

Reaper blinked. "...sh*t."

The cop lost his prisoners.

~~~~

After thoroughly washing their smelly butts and laying low for a few months, everyone was now splayed out across the living room.

Killer, Dust, and Horror were playing some black jack while Nightmare paced the room quietly, mumbling to himself about bills and issues. Geno had become familiar with the different ways to defend himself, thanks to his new friends, and was currently scanning the knife rack with intrigue. He turned when he heard a loud outburst from the living room. By what he could tell, Killer once again won that round of cards and the group was moving on to their next game.

Geno sighed.

It's been months. The police had went berserk for the first few weeks after they all broke out, plastering their faces and information all over the city. Those were some... interesting first few weeks. After that, the commotion calmed down and things- more or less- were back to normal.

Or so he thought.

The front door jiggled and shook as someone furiously wrestled with it, attracting everyone's attention. After a few seconds, Fell kicked the door open and rushed in, slamming it behind him with wide eye-sockets. "They're coming."

Immediately, everyone got up and scattered. Killer bolted for the kitchen, snatching two large chef-knives and then ran to the back. Horror followed suit, taking his butcher's blade and hustled after Killer. Dust simply got up and ran to his room, probably to jump out that window. Geno's head spun around to see Nightmare, their leader, leak black ooze until it consumed him. Afterwards, the ooze dragged him into the shadows and he was gone. Fell and Geno made eye-contact before Fell ran for the back like the others.

Geno quickly threw open the nearest kitchen drawer for anything as stern knocks pounded the door. To his disappointment, he found forks and spoons splayed out before him. He reached inside, pulling out a fairly large spoon and closed the drawer.

He should have took a knife before Killer even got to it. He glared at the bare knife rack and turned around, the door being pounded open.

He needed to run.

Swiftly, Geno ran for the nearest window and braced himself. With the sound of shattering glass behind him, he sprinted.

Immediately, he heard several voices shouting from the front door as two sets of feet pursued, pounding against the pavement Geno swallowed any noise he was about to make and pivoted his right foot, taking a sharp turn around the corner.

He didn't have many options, but he opted to blending in with the market outside. Carefully, he lifted his hood over his face and tucked his scarf into his jacket, facing away from the street as the two officers passed by, their 'eyes' scanning the crowd.

One of them stopped just a few feet away from Geno.

He could feel their gaze burning into his spine as the person lingered silently before he moved on.

"Did you see where he went?" He heard a voice shout above the crowd. The second didn't answer and the two ran away. Geno let out the breathe he was holding.

"Can I help you?"

The shop-keep before him gave him a curious look, leaning against the wooden counter. On each of his sides was a large basket of fruits and vegetables, each looking more interesting the one before it. It looked like the produce had been grown in space or something, glittering and strangely colored. Geno turned back to the person in front of him, spying a small tag on his shirt reading 'Outer' (that probably explained why everything was galaxy themed-), and gave the man a nervous smile. "Ah- Can I buy one of..." Geno squinted at a suspicious looking fruit. "...those?" He gestured to it.

Outer perked up and gave a light grin, picking the shiniest one from the bunch and extending his hand. "That'll be 5 g." Reluctantly, Geno forked over the money and took the fruit, walking in the opposite direction the police had went.

~

As he strolled past, he took another bite out of the fruit. It tasted like... well, it tasted like a love child between a cherry and a strawberry. It was overwhelmingly sweet and made his face contort strangely, but the taste was somehow addictive. Weird.

He continued down the street until the crowd had thinned and the sun had begun to set. Quietly, he stopped by the corner of his street, taking a glance at the house he had stayed in for months. The place was swarming with police officers and witnesses in deep discussion, the flashing lights of the police vehicles blinding him. He withdrew back into the corner and started walking away.

Geno took another bite of his fruit when he stopped in front of a man. He stood before him in the street, sporting a grey sweater and dark jeans. His bony face smiled at Geno as if he knew him. Geno squinted. "Uh?"

"Hello Geno~."

Oh sh*t.

Geno's eye-sockets widened as his grip on the fruit tightened. He recognized that voice.

The voice that belonged to the man which waved around a maid uniform in front of his face. Geno turned and began to walk away.

A cold hand was set on his shoulder, gripping firmly. "Why don't we go back to my place for a bit? It's been months."

Oh hell no. Geno moved to get away but felt himself yanked back as something cold ensnared his wrist.

Handcuffs.

His gaze traced the other end to find he was cuffed to another bony wrist. It wasn't his own.

Reaper smiled at him and turned. "I don't think teleporting can get you out of this one, Geno~."

~

Reaper did something to those handcuffs because they felt... heavier. Magically heavier. Geno glared at them as he stood beside his captor. The other was sifting through different keys, trying to find the right one to open his front door.

When he finally found it, he shoved it in and turned, letting the door open. "After you."

Begrudgingly, Geno set his foot inside.

It was a small building and from what Geno could tell, Reaper lived alone. The living room connected with the kitchen. There were a few coffee cups splayed across the glass coffee table in the living room and a few more on the kitchen counter. Geno turned to Reaper as he closed the front door. He smiled at Geno and motioned for him to follow to the kitchen even though Reaper was already dragging him there. He sat down at the table causing Geno to stand beside him awkwardly.

Reaper turned to Geno, using his other arm to lean on the table. "So, let's make a deal."

Geno frowned at him.

"You spend two weeks in my house and I rewrite your sentence."

Geno raised a non-existent eyebrow. "I don't think you can do that."

Reaper shrugged. "I mean, I am the god of death. I think I can convince a few rules to be bent."

Geno blinked. "God of death?"

Reaper smiled. "Yes, the grim reaper himself, at your service."

"I don't believe you."

"Well, better start believing because it's true."

Geno waved his free hand. "Alright, let's tolerate the idea that you are-"

"I am though." Reaper said this all too smugly.

Geno gave him a weird look for a second before he continued. "Why would you do that for me? And why the heck do you want me to stay at your house?? And-" He waved his hand. "Just. Why. Why a maid outfit?"

Reaper held up three fingers. "Well, to answer the first one, your crime has never been committed before- well, as far as I know- and you seem like a non-threatening guy." He puts down one of his fingers. "Second, you are one of the only people I've met which can sass me as if they weren't talking to a literal god," He put down another. "And lastly," Reaper smirked. "'Cause you're cute."

Geno just stared, his face slowly becoming blue. "What the heck."

"So!" Reaper extended his free hand. "Do we have a deal?"

Geno eyed the hand suspiciously. "One more question."

"Shoot."

"Now I wish I had a gun-" Geno couldn't help but pun under his breathe but he shook his skull. "Do I have to wear-"

"Depends~." Reaper purred.

Geno stared at him.

On one hand, he could take this deal and have his sentence of 'eternity in prison' pardoned and he could return to his life once more. He wouldn't have to see Reaper's stupid smile ever again and he could go back to being normal.
But...
He turned his head to spot the very same maid uniform tucked away in the corner of the living room, mocking him.

On the other hand, he could deny and spend some more time in prison. Maybe he'll break our or maybe he'll stay for good.

What are the odds?

Geno stood there in thought as Reaper quietly hummed to himself.

What should he choose?

The two-weeks deal seems too good to be true. Geno had to ask. "Reaper."

"Yes?"

Geno's eye-sockets narrowed. "Why do I have to stay here for two weeks?"

Reaper blinked at him before he sat up straight. His expression had dropped its humorous grin and Geno couldn't decide if he preferred Reaper with or without it. "Well, I just need to settle my own curiosity is all."

Geno scanned his face. He wasn't lying in the slightest which shocked him.

Reluctantly, he took Reaper's hand and shook it. "Alright then. A deal is a deal." He glared at Reaper. "But if you deny that you've ever done this-"

Reaper pulled Geno closer to him so that their face was mere inches apart. It happened too fast for Geno to have reacted as he was held in place. The god smiled, a icy blue iris flickering into view. It pierced Geno with a horrible chill.

"A promise is a promise."

~

Geno stretched his tired bones, sitting up from the comfy couch. He scratched his skull and let out a low groan as his bones popped back into place with a satisfying crack. Slowly, he peered over to the kitchen as soft humming filled his non-existent ears.

Reaper was cooking at the stove, wearing a short-sleeved grey T-shirt with black angel wings on the back. He hummed what Geno recognized as a cringey pop song from the radio. Thankfully, loud sizzling soon drowned out the song as Reaper poured a mixture of eggs into the pan and began to cook them.

Groggily, Geno swung his legs to the side of the couch and stood, slipping on some slippers he found last night and walking over. "Hey."

Reaper turned around, his humming stopping to Geno's delight. "Oh, good morning!" He waved the spatula he was using and turned back to the stove. Geno walked up beside him and leaned against the counter, eyeing the carton of eggs. "You can cook?"

"Surprised?" Reaper smiled, flipping a few eggs.

"Very." Geno stared wide-eyed at the seasoned eggs. Parsley? Who the hell puts this fancy crap on eggs?

Reaper flicked the stove off and delicately plated the eggs before setting the pan back on the stove. He floated- Geno had to rub his eye-sockets again and check to confirm this- to the fridge and opened the door, taking out a jug of orange juice. He looked to Geno, waving it. Geno slowly nodded his skull and Reaper retrieved two glasses from some shelves, pouring the orange liquid into it.

The next moment, Geno found himself at the table he was at yesterday, although it was properly covered with table-cloth and food was in front of him. In the middle was a nice little vase full of flowers while the morning sun was beautifully shining outside.

Geno looked down at his plate to find some store-bought sausages and good-looking scrambled eggs on his plate, garnished with some pepper and salt. He blinked.

For months with the gang, he survived on toaster-waffles and cereal. This was like heaven. "You... You can cook." Geno had to say it out loud again to accept the concept in his head.

He looked up to find that Reaper had paused in the middle of eating some eggs. With a few more chews, he got a reply. "I thought we already established this."

Geno waved his hands at his plate. "But you can cook good."

Reaper shrugged, eating some avocado toast he made for himself. Lucky bastard. "Can't everyone?"

"Uh-" Geno poked at his eggs, half convinced he was dreaming or these were poisoned somehow. "Everyone just buys some waffles from a walm(o)rt or picks up food from a Mc(r)onalds."

Reaper genuinely looked surprised. "Really?"

"You work for the police force. This shouldn't be a surprise."

"I mean- I guess some of the guys do come in with some donuts-" Reaper admitted, slicing into mouth-watering eggs- "but everyone at least cooks for themselves, right?"

"Yeah, it's called microwaving or toasting in a toaster."

"Not even baking?"

"ESPECIALLY NOT BAKING." Geno had pointed his fork at Reaper with a dead-serious expression. He then looked down and stabbed a chunk of egg. "That sh*ts witchcraft."

"Geez, what happened to this generation." Reaper made a face and continued to eat. Geno, after inspecting his clump of egg and getting odd looks from Reaper, had decided to try Reaper's cooking. He popped the clump into his mouth and chewed.

It tasted like magic.

The egg was soft and crumbly, practically melting with flavor. Geno stared at Reaper. Reaper looked up and smiled. "Do you like it?" He chuckled once Geno just started shoveling it all into his mouth.

"I-" Geno chewed some more and swallowed. "I NEVER KNEW EGGS COULD BE LIKE THIS."

Reaper placed his fork down and picked up his glass. "It's called 'whisking the eggs before hand and adding milk to make it more fluffy'".

Geno bit into his food and smiled. "I'll never understand cooking."

Reaper propped his skull up with his arm, grinning. "And I'll never really understand you."

~

This deal was going unexpectedly well and it has only been three days. It turns out, Reaper had somehow worked out with his superiors to take these two weeks off of work so that he could spend time with Geno, which was a little flattering to him.

Currently, Geno was lying on the couch while Reaper was sitting in the remaining portion of it, scrolling through his phone. He took a sip of coffee from a mug with a dog on it and he smiled. "Hey Geno, look at this."

Geno tilted his head slightly to see a video of a possum. It was on the streets and was sniffing around when the guy in the video began talking. He started asking the animal if it were lost with a pitiful voice before suddenly asking if it wanted a car, rolling in a car that was possum-sized. The video ended shortly after and Geno gave Reaper the most confused look. "What the hell?"

"Are you lost possum?" Reaper began mimicking the video, smiling comically. "You want a car??" Out of virtually no where, he fished a small toy car from his pocket and started rolling it around on the couch.

Geno stared at the car. "You planned this, didn't you?"

"Nah, I just carry it around in case if I see a lost caterpillar." Reaper grinned, zooming the car off of the couch and making a small explosion noise.

"You live in the city. There aren't any caterpillars."

"Where there is trees, there are caterpillars." Reaper nodded, turning back to his phone.

Geno sighed. At least his afternoons were no longer boring. "So, let's see-" Geno started counting on his fingers. "You have so far shown me that you can cook, you are a huge goof, you are really direct, you are into some really weird stuff, and you have terrible music taste in the time that I've been here."

Reaper turned off his phone and set it on the armpiece. "Pretty much sums me up. Man, you have me all figured out."

"Bullcrap- there is still something about you that doesn't seem to add up."

Reaper swiveled so that he was now facing Geno, smirking down at him. "Really? What is it?"

"How the heck you managed to find me."

"Well," Reaper boops Geno. "Your beauty was so blinding that you just stood out like a peacock in a pen full of chickens."

"How poetic." Geno rolled his eye-sockets.

"You're blushing." Reaper traced Geno's cheekbones.

"Shut up."

"Never."

"Then I'll slice my non-existent ears off with a rusty spoon."

"You wound me." Reaper laughed and he booped Geno once more. Geno didn't mind too much.

~

After a week, Geno began to notice something was wrong about Reaper. He would always find more and more coffee cups around, like Reaper was drinking it constantly.

In fact, there were subtle tells of sleepless nights with dark circles under Reaper's eye-sockets. Now that Geno thought about it, Reaper always had dark circles under his 'eyes'. Odd.

Geno only thought to mention it when Reaper was consuming another large portion of caffeine. "Hey Reaper."

"Yes Geno?"

"Why do you like drinking coffee?"

Reaper shrugged, taking another sip. "I like the taste."

"Do you even sleep?"

Reaper paused. He traced the lid of his drink, withdrawing into his own mind for a few moments before looking over to Geno. "So, how was your day?"

Geno frowned at Reaper's attempt at subject change. He didn't pry though. "It was okay."

Another sip. Reaper looked tired. "What did you do?"

"I uh... I read that book you recommended to me yesterday." Geno leaned against the counter, watching the other. "About the myths about sirens and gods."

"Uh-huh." Reaper looked more tired.

"And that there are actually a lot of different gods for different things."

Reaper nodded. "Yep. Interesting, right?"

"You need sleep."

Reaper blinked. "Huh?"

Geno frowned more. "You need sleep."

Reaper shifted in place. "Ah, I'm fine, really."

"When was the last time you went to sleep?"

"That's a very personal question, Geno." Reaper didn't look him in the eyes.

Geno paused before he asked his next question. "Why are you staying awake?"

"Well, ah..." Reaper rubbed the back of his neck, looking for the right words. "...you."

"Me?"

Reaper sighed. "No- well, yes- just-" He put his cup down, frowning. "Look, Geno-" He met Geno's gaze. "You're special. The minute I saw you, I knew you were. You- You gave off this sort of aura unlike anyone else I've ever known, a strong one. It was strong, strong enough to even defy death itself." Reaper chuckled at that to himself, his hands around the cup. "And that made you interesting."

Geno blinked. "uh-"

Reaper put a hand down on the counter gently. "But it all changed when I finally met you. God- this sounds weird- but I wanted to get to know you more, spend more time with you." He managed a smile. Geno moved to open his mouth but Reaper cut him off. "That sounds super creepy but it's true. I just wanted to be with you." His smile fell. "But you were a criminal by nature. A being which shouldn't be here."
Reaper put a hand to his face, letting it slowly drag down his face as he spoke. "And as the Grim Reaper, I was supposed to deal with you... but I couldn't. That's why-" He looked down at the counter. "Why I sentenced you to eternity."

Geno wasn't expecting a full on confession from Reaper, but here they were- standing in the kitchen uncomfortably with an awkward silence.

"... Well then." Reaper picked up his coffee and took another sip. "I couldn't sleep knowing that I was being completely selfish so I abused caffeine." He nervously glanced at Geno as he took another swig.

Geno stared. "..."

Reaper tapped his bony fingers on the counter quietly for a second before he nodded to Geno. "I- uh- have to go do some important stuff. In the other room." He stood there, tense for another second. "Uh, bye." He then moved to flee.

Geno snagged him by the sleeve before he could walk out. Reaper turned and met Geno's confused stare. "You're THE Grim Reaper?"

Reaper blinked. "Yeah?"

Geno's voice quieted a fraction. "Prove it first."

Reaper gave Geno a surprised look for a moment before facing Geno fully. Geno dropped his hand and stood before Reaper as he put his drink down on the counter.

Suddenly, the room was flooded with shadows, complete darkness creeping up the building walls as the room drastically plummeted in temperature. Geno let out a breathe and saw it materialize in front of him in a cold mist. His bones began to shiver as he wrapped himself tighter in his jacket, but no matter how hard he fought to keep warm, the warmth felt as if it were being sucked away from him. He turned to look at Reaper but his eye-sockets grew wide as he was met with a terrifying figure clothed in abyssal black, two menacing scythes perched at their sides. A familiar icy blue iris pierced through him once more, this time icing over every part of his quivering soul. He stood, petrified as the figure stalked closer and closer to him until he was only a breathes-length away. A bony hand reached out and gently caressed his cheek as the monster's gaze softened. Geno locked 'eyes' with it as it uttered chilling words.

"Don't be afraid."

When Geno blinked, he was back in the kitchen, warmth crashing into him as if he was boiling. He stared at Reaper as the same hand held his face so carefully. Reaper frowned at Geno's expression, looking guilty. "Did I scare you...?"
Geno had no words. He quickly drew away and held his thrashing soul, staring at Reaper as if he was some beast only seconds away from killing him. Reaper looked heartbroken. He looked down at his feet. "I did..." He hugged himself quietly. "Sorry."

Geno, despite his racing soul and his shaking bones, approached Reaper once more. With each step towards Reaper, something deep inside of him melted. It burned and began to thaw out the fear from the inside out.

Reaper looked up at Geno, sensing something present. Geno's aura had suddenly shifted, the strength of it beginning to build up until it became overwhelming. Reaper's eye-sockets widened as he found himself in the presence of a radiant-ray of power. But what was it?

One thing was for certain that they both knew:

Geno was DETERMINED.

~

"Are you sure I don't scare you?" Reaper was sitting on the couch with Geno, Geno chilling on him. "Not even a little?"

Reaper had been asking this question frequently after the incident, even sometimes going as far as showing his true self more than once.

However, each time Reaper did so, he was continuously surprised to find Geno still treating him as he normally did.

"Not in the slightest." Geno looked comfortable. He pulled the blanket from the ground and draped it over the both of them, chilling. "You're too goofy to be scary."

Reaper couldn't help but flush quietly at that. "I can be intimidating."

"Says the man which booped me back then."

Reaper leaned back on the couch, sighing. "Fair point."

((Imma stop there because I need to sleep ;w;

Possible part 3 in the future???))

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