Never accept fruit from strangers.

That was a lesson Geno learned from experience.

How long had that enchanted pear put him to sleep? Days? Weeks? Years? Centuries? He honestly couldn't tell. All he knew was that at this moment, he was Geno, your local run-of-the-mill royal. Well, he may not seem like one at all, but due to his family's inheritance, he most certainly is one. 

But that is besides the point. Right now, Geno is sitting in what appears to be a royal suite with a single window outside. The sunlight seeping in had actually awoken the young royal from his slumber. Praise the creeps which stuffed him in this suite and frilly night gown for not adding curtains. Speaking of the frilly night gown, who in the flipping five different realms undressed him and shoved him in it WHILE HE WAS UNCONSCIOUS??? It's uncomfortably tight and really wraps around his non-existent hips, plus the color really doesn't match his eye-lights- 

Wait, why does the night gown matter? Geno found that he should definitely be more concerned with the giant reptilian eyeball peering through his window. Reluctantly, he slid his legs across the mattress and to the bed side, the frigid stone floor shocking him fully awake. Slowly, he crept along the floor to the window, meeting the gigantic reptile eye-to-eye. 

"Uh... hi?" His voice came out soft and hoarse. Sleeping for an abnormal amount of time can make your throat parched. He attempted to clear his throat and try again. "Hello?"

The answer he received literally shook the room, the overwhelming vibrations climbing from the floor and up his bony legs, all the way through his rib-cage until it rang in his head. "You're awake." The voice boomed.

Geno steadied himself with the closest piece of furniture he could find, settling on leaning against a decorative table. "Yes, yes, I'm awake. Um, where am I?"

The eye blinked, echoing the squish and squelch of the tear ducts and eyelids working together to lavish the eye with moisture giving Geno the definition of the willies. Then, the scaly eye retracted from the window, revealing a large and terrifying dragon. "Master said that the princess should stay in her tower."

Geno coughed. Loudly. "Excuse me, but there must be some mistake here. I'm a GUY. I'm not a princess and I do not like towers." He messed with the light and frilly outfit he was wearing for a moment before sprinting to the nearest dresser to change. The beast outside watched him intently as Geno sifted through the collection of even frillier and pinker set of dresses. "YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME."

"Master said girls like pretty dresses." The dragon cooed, practically staring at the skeleton run around the room. 

"Is there any pants??? ANYWHERE??" To his disappointment, there was none. The only thing available in the room was a large collection of dresses, undergarments, and high-heels. Whoever put him in this tower is a freak and will get severely hurt when he gets out.

Then it hit him.

Get out.

Geno glanced to the only door in the room and sprinted to it, swinging the door open. On the other side was a mocking stone wall. He was trapped. Trapped in this stupid room with stupid dresses and with a huge stupid dragon outside.

"Master said you'll have to stay here for a loooong time." The dragon quietly mumbled to Geno, looking at him like an oversized-lonely puppy.

"Oh gee, how great." Geno flopped back down on the mattress and decided to go back to sleep. At least he didn't have to put up with this in his dreams.

~~~

It's been weeks.

By now, Geno accepted his new role out of sheer discomfort for only wearing a short nightgown and was currently adorning one of the most poofy and frilly hot pink dresses on the planet. The only expense of sliding into it was his willpower and pride. He couldn't quite see out of the window unless he was standing on something, but his makeshift stool made from pieces lying around his room had splintered into oblivion, so he settled on wearing a pair of ridiculously high heels. He started getting the hang of his new situation which he honestly couldn't tell if he should be either proud of how far he had come or ashamed of his progress. Either way, this was his new life now, a bored damsel-in-distress with a dragon he occasionally talked to.

That was how it was.
Before the suiters showed up.

Men and warriors alike from both far and wide had approached his lovely tower in hopes of finally freeing Geno from this ghastly fate of imprisonment. 

Geno was almost hopeful that they might succeed, that he could finally escape this embarrassing situation. Then the warriors failed or died.

After maybe the 15th one, he transformed these rescue attempts into one of his daily/weekly activities which boiled down to a few steps: Wake up, get dressed and ready, lay on the floor, watch the next suiter get themselves killed, have a conversation with the dragon, go to sleep. Where is eating and the other stuff in his routine? Well, no one visits him (besides all those warriors which basically came to die-) and brings him food, so he can't eat?? Good thing Geno is a skeleton or else he would have died in the first week in the tower. 

~~~

A few months have passed.

Geno has begun passing the time by singing to himself. The dragon sometimes sticks around and listens. Sometimes he compliments Geno's singing. How lovely.

~~~

A few more months pass and Geno, by then, has had enough.

"HEY, DRAGON THING."

The ginormous beast was in the middle of tearing the fabled White-Knight in half before pausing and looking over to the princess. "mm?"

"CAN I LEAVE NOW? THERE ISN'T ANY BATHES OR SHOWERS IN THIS ROOM AND I CAN'T STAND BEING IN HERE MUCH LONGER WITHOUT ANYTHING TO DO."

That caught the beast's attention. It promptly spat the other half of the knight out before burying it like a dog and a bone. "But master sai-"

"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN WHAT MASTER SAID, I'M OUT OF HERE!" With that, Geno ran to the dresser and pulled out the only clean dress he had left and the only workable heels in this godforsaken room and started climbing out the window.

"WAIT! WAIT! HUMAN WILL DIE IF SHE GOES OUT THE WINDOW!" The dragon piped up, flying over to the window to catch Geno.

"FOR THE LAST TIME," He threw himself from the window, landing roughly on the dragon's back. "I'M A GUY!" With that, he gripped its horns with all of his might and forced the creature to collide into the dirt below.

When the dust finally settled, Geno stood upon the lifeless body of the dragon, taking in sharp, deep breaths. "Seriously? That was all it took to kill you?" Carefully sliding down its side, he dropped onto the earth with a subtle THUD, landing on his hands and knees. He was free. He was finally free! "Now then," he glanced over to a pile of dead bodies and strolled over, picking up a few shiny and powerful looking weapons. "Time to go."

Before he took another step, a whistle blew threw the air. Geno turned his skull to spot another skeleton, a princely-looking guy which was trotting up to the scene on a brilliant white horse. The newcomer took a few moments to take in the whole scene before finally noticing Geno. "Oh. You got out."

Geno almost threw his sword at him. "Oh? OH?? Is that your reaction?!?"

The guy shrugged in defense, backing up a little. "How else am I supposed to react? You managed to get out without anyone's help. Good for you-" He was promptly interrupted from dodging a literal sword being chucked in his direction. "WOAH, HEY, CALM DOWN!"

"Oh, sorry, my hand just happened to slip." Geno muttered sarcastically. 

"Don't get your dress in a knot, princess." The guy steadied his horse and started to get off.

"Okay, will everyone just shut up about the princess thing? I'M A GUY! I'M SUPPOSED TO BE A PRINCE OR SOMETHING AT LEAST!"

The man looked Geno up and down. "Sure. Princes totally wear hot pink frilly-dresses." He hopped off of the horse and stumbled a little.

Instead of chucking another one of his assortment of weapons he had collected, Geno twirled a little in his dress, beaming. "Jealous? I can run around in heels while you can barely walk in normal shoes."

Now it was the guy's turn to be sarcastic. "Oh yes. Deeefinitely jealous."

"Good. Now that we have established that, I'll be taking your horse now."

The guy blinked. "Wait wha-"

Geno drew one of the cooler looking swords among his arsenal and approached the man with it, backing him up against a tree. "Do you honestly think I want to walk through the entire forest in heels? That's evil."

"Well, I was willing to take you back with me to my kingdom, but if you want to do this the hard way," The skeleton prince drew his own fancy looking sword, dropping into a defensive stance. "Then I don't mind~."

Geno scoffed. "My sword is prettier than yours which means I'm going to win."

"What the hell kind of logic is that??"

"Smart logic."

The prince struck first, aiming directly for Geno's sword. The blow was strong and effective, forcing Geno to lose his balance and topple backwards onto the ground. That was to be expected since Geno, a person which literally held a sword for the first time ever, was up against a guy which was trained for years in the art of combat. 

However, that didn't stop Geno from being salty. "HEY! RED CARD, THAT WAS UNFAIR!"

The prince walked over, pointing his sword at Geno with a non-existent eyebrow cocked. "In what way was that unfair?"

"I AM WEARING 7 INCH HEELS!!"

"That's your fault???"

Geno picked up his sword and swung, barely missing his opponent. "IF I COULD, I WOULDN'T BE WEARING THEM!"

The guy caught the blade of the sword and managed to wrestle it out of Geno's hands. With effort, he had the princess pinned to the ground. "Okay, I think that's enough sword play for today. You need to calm down, princess."

"FOR THE LAST TIME-" Geno was about to spill his whole tirade once more but a bony finger shushed him.

"I know you were a guy from the start, alright? You don't have to get so upset about being mistaken as an attractive young princess." 

That definitely shut Geno up. Well, for about ten seconds. "Wait, if you knew I was a guy, then why did you-"

"Isn't it obvious~?" The man interrupted Geno mid-sentence. He leaned closer to Geno, smirking. He got so close that Geno could feel his breathe on his face. "Because I was the one which put you there."

~~~

Geno watched the flames dance in front of him as the smoke lifted up towards the dark sky. He brought his knees up to his chest, letting out a long sigh. "You're a sick freak."

The man from before was sitting beside him, adorning a few lovely scars, several stab wounds, more than enough bruises, and a nice big black eye(socket). "I guess so." He poked a long stick at the flames, messing with the firewood as it burned. "But did you have to beat me up for it?"

"Yes. Yes I did." Geno let his chin rest on his knees, quietly watching him tend to the fire. "... Why did you put me in there in the first place...?"

The guy took a big breathe. "Oh uh," He let out that breathe a little awkwardly. "Well, there was this other guy. He didn't like me at all, especially when he found out I was becoming very fond of you. He took matters into his own hands and put you in that tower to keep you away from me."

"Wha- but I thought you said you put me in there?" The princess perked up.

"Well, technically, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be there."  The prince explained, setting the stick down and sighing. "Oh, sorry about that."

"Mmm."  Geno curled up a little more. "I guess I forgive you... and sorry for beating you black and blue."

The other rubbed at a few bruises. "It still hurts, you know."

"At least I apologized. What else do you want from me??"

"A kiss-"

"AHA-" Geno pushed the other away a little. "NO."

The skeleton laughed, falling over due to Geno's small push. "Come on, just one peck?"

"I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME!"

His laughter subsided a little before he sat up straight, turning to the princess. "Reaper."

"Pardon?"

"My name is Reaper."

"Wow. Your parents-"

"-must have hated me?  Yeah, I've heard that one a lot before."

"No, no." Geno shook his head to Reaper's slight surprise. "Your parents must have been pretty hardcore and bad#ss to call you that. At least, my parents were when they named me."

"Really?  What's your name?"

"Genocide."

"...wow."

"I know."

"That does sound super hardcore."

Geno nodded, smiling. "I know."

Reaper smiled too. "Buuuut I'm not sure such a cool name would fit someone which wears frilly pink dresses and 5 inch heels."

"FIRST OF ALL-" Geno shoved his finger in Reaper's face. "THEY ARE 7 INCHES AND THEY WILL ABSOLUTELY DESTROY YOUR FEET. SECOND, WHATEVER CREEP HAD PUT ME IN THAT TOWER ONLY PROVIDED PRINCESS DRESSES, SO, I HAD NO CHOICE."

"You could always be naked-"

"NOPE." Another mighty shove from Geno. "NUH-UH. NO."

"IWASJUSTSAYING,GEEZ!" Reaper playfully shoved back in return, earning a huff from Geno.

"WELL THEN. What do we do now?" 

The prince leaned back a bit, looking up into the starry night sky. "I don't know, your highness."

Geno made a noise. "Your highness."

"All women are queens, Geno."

"But I'm a guy???"

"Some men could be queens too."

That got Geno to laugh. Reaper couldn't help but smile when he heard the beautiful sound. "Would I make a good queen?"

"Maybe.  Probably. Yep. Definitely." Reaper nodded each time he added on to his own statement, giving Geno a warm smile each time. "In fact, I know of a kingdom which just so happens to need a queen~." 

Geno laughs once more and shakes his skull. "I think I'll pass."

The other brought both skeletal hands up to where his non-existent heart, dramatically falling backwards onto the soft earth. "Oh, how you wound me."

"Oh, stop being so dramatic. At this rate, you can be your own queen. A drama queen."

Reaper put the back of his hand over his forehead, pretend wincing. "And another blow has been shot upon thee. I fear I may not be able to come out of this encounter alive. The only way to bring me back to life is with the kiss of an angel!"

Geno snorted. "Sorry, fresh out of angels."

"Then I shall rest for eternity." With that, Reaper finished his act by playing dead next to the fire.

The princess laid down beside him, looking up at the stars. He scanned the night sky for a few moments, taking in the twinkles of light and subconsciously counting the stars in his head. Reaper soon grew tired of being dead and joined Geno in his stargazing. The two laid there quietly as the fire soon went out, leaving them in calming darkness.

"Hey,  Reaper?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you ever miss the sky?"

Reaper's mouth curled a little upward. "Yes. You were my sky once. My world. I missed you."

Geno stared at the stars. "Really?"

"Yeah. It took a long time, Error hid you well."

"Hm."

Reaper turned his head towards Geno. "But I found you."

Geno smiled, a real smile. "And I'm kind of glad you did."

POSSIBLE PART 2??????