《Reapertale: The Reaper Finds Love》Darkness Wins? Lights Loss
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(I apologize for the cursing in the music. If you cant listen to it I am sorry.)
"You see Sansy, there can be only one soul of determination at any single point in time, which is why I needed Frisky here out of the way. So that I could live again. In my death do you know what the last thing I thought when I killed Asriel was?" Chara spoke up her eyes now pitch black with black ooze starting to fall like a flow of tears.
"No what was it Chara." My scythes now at the ready I placed all of my focus on the two figures in front of me. Gaster disappeared into a broken mirror Gerson used to have. From what Frisk told me it was around the same time almost all other Gasters in every other Universe disappeared into their own fates.
"Simple I wanted revenge on all of you self proclaimed Gods. You may have powers but your not Gods. Gods cant die yet little Azzy never stood a chance. I killed him in a single blow Hahah!" She started to laugh like a maniac and honestly I was worried. Not for my own safety though I suppose I should have at the time. "So I decided to kill all of you and anyone else who stood in my way.
"I had been waiting for years until Frisk arrived. Not only did they look like me but they had the exact same soul. So I put my plan into action. Unfortunately getting Asgore to kill the child didn't work as well as I had hopped, but then when you killed them and time reset I had a chance. Just narrowly missing it by mere seconds. Then I found good old G here, and since he needed a human soul to return to all planes of existence I decided to bargain. This body for Frisks soul. All we had to do was to get you and Toriel over there to fight.
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"Slowly Death over took Light and became darkness. Which is where I come in you see. I am Darkness so now I win. I get a body and I get to kill everyone I wish with this weapon." She pulled out a scythe, my dads old scythe. The God of magic that died so long ago yet his magic weapon survived. My pinpricks shrunk and my brow furrowed. "Recognize it do you?"
"How did you get that weapon?" I asked head down anger ever present.
"What was that?" She asked me almost mockingly.
"Where did you get my Fathers Scythe?" I replied through gritted teeth.
"Oh this little toy? I took it when I killed Asriel and pushed your father into the mirror. Then used your own fathers magic to break the mirror. You should have seen the look on his face when I broke it. I died laughing. Only to lateral though. The curse on this scythe made me become a ghost when its master died, so here we are. Me alive with cursed magic and a body. NOW DIE."
She lunged at me which I only just dodged easily, until I caught sight of shadowed wings. They struck me and I flew back into Alphis Lab. (Had a moment of technical difficulties, This is now hopefully fixed.)
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(Frisks POV)
The darkness that surrounded me seemed to get heavier with intake of breath until it was suffocating me. I couldn't breathe and started to look around for a way out till I caught glimpse of a red glow coming from behind me. I swirled in that direction only to see Chara and her cursed scythe.
"Nice to see you again Frisk. Sadly to be short lived when you die along with the rest of your friends, but I must thank you for this lovely body you have. I think I'll keep it." I gave her a blank face in return. I didn't want her to know what fear I felt. "Oh come now, no need to hide it, I know you can feel things being so close to Sans at the moment. You are just like I was when Asriel was near me."
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A screen popped up in front of me with Sans Leaning against the wall of the Lab. He wasn't moving. "I think I will start with him." The screen showed Charas scythe start to move behind us as she moved to through it at Sans. "Bye-bye." The scythe started to fly towards Sans. My eyes opened wide as I pressed on the screen willing myself to be there.
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(Back to Sans POV)
I tried to look up but the movement in my neck made it extremely difficult. I needed a moment to heal that part. So I started to focus my magic and healed it. That's wen I heard Charas stolen scythe cut the air towards me. I wasn't going to be able to get out of the way in time so I gave up and didn't try.
Then the sound stopped and I wasn't hit. Slowly I looked up to see Frisk with her arms on the wall and the scythe buried in her back. Chara called the scythe back and Frisk looked at me. "Hey Sans. Looks like I made it just in time. (coughing) Glad to see your alright." Her knees gave and she fell. I caught her and lay her back on my lap her eyes started to look cloudy. "I ( deep breath) I love you, Sans. You are my very puny skeleton."
She reached her had to my cheek bone and I took it in mine, curling into the touch. "I-love you to Frisk, I just wish-" I opened my eyes to look at their face. Blood on the sides of her mouth eyes unblinking looking at the sky. "Frisk?" I called their name but didn't get any response. "Frisk you.. you cant die on me just yet. We hadn't even.. please not like this, you.. you cant. Frisk. Frisk? FRISK?!?
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