It Started With The Stab of a Knife : An AfterDeath Tale

A Violet Door In The Deep Woods

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   Sans' eye sockets flew open, a groan rolling out of his mouth. Every bone in his body ached, as if it were trampled on multiple times. He slowly rolled onto his side, the smell of socks and dirt flying at him. Yep. This was his room. Trying to ignore the pain, he rose to his feet, standing up from his messy bed. 

   Something was off. Sans couldn't pin what exactly was wrong, but decided to shrug it off. His soft pink slippers lead him towards the door of his room, his bony fingers picking his brilliant blue jacket from the floor. After slipping it over his arms and back, Sans walked out of the room, pacing towards his brother's door. He gave the wooden surface a soft knock, before carefully and quietly opening it. He was met by the soft snores of his brother and a small 'Nyeh heh heh!' in his sleep. Papyrus. His brother was precious to him. If he ever lost him...well...He didn't know what he would do. 

   Sans smiled happily, then softly closed the door to his brother's room. 

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   Reaper Paused. Something wasn't right. Something was...off. He felt something die...yet...live on. The sounds of Undyne's annoyed shouts were drowned out by curiosity. How can that be? Reaper decided to investigate. He had already messed up with something dangerous that he doesn't want to mess up again. Gathering his magic, Reaper teleports to the new power, surprised to be found in a unique house. 

   It was brightly lit, the colors of maroon and dark blue clashing together nicely. A large, lumpy green couch sat against a wall, while a large screen was placed across from it. There were more assortments around the room, but Reaper was too distracted with the person sitting on the couch. He looked to be a skeleton, similar to himself. The man wore a lapis blue jacket with a clean white T-Shirt underneath. He wore black basketball shorts which reached down to his white knees. Two fluffy pink slippers were covering his bony feet, and a lazy grin spread across his face. 

   Reaper couldn't help but feel he has met this person before. They seem similar to someone he knew, besides himself. Someone he met... All he could remember was red. They...were red. Reaper hid himself in the bare shadows around corners and edges. Why couldn't he remember them?

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   A loud BANG filled the air as Papyrus slammed open his door, panic in his eyes. He rushed down the stairs, almost tripping in the process. 

   "Woah, bro, slow down." Sans said, staring at my brother. He glanced over at me, then straightened. 

   "SORRY, IT IS JUST, I NEED TO BE ON THE LOOK FOR HUMANS! I FEEL THAT TODAY IS THE LUCKY DAY, SANS!" Papyrus exclaimed, hope written in his expression. 

   Sans smiled genuinely, curiosity getting to him. "Oh really?" 

   "YES! WE BETTER HURRY TOO!" 

   Papyrus hurriedly rushed into their kitchen, almost ripping the fridge door from it's hinges. He passed a container full of left over pasta from yesterday to Sans. The tall skeleton then took another container for himself, and then slammed the fridge close. "URRY UH, ANS!" Papyrus yelled, his mouth full of spaghetti. Sans couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.

    "Alright. I guess we better spa-GET-ti out of here." Sans joked, taking a fork and stuffing his face. The taste of the food nearly made his taste buds fall off, but he endured it for his dear brother (Do skeletons even have taste buds? .-.). 

   When he was done, he set the empty container next to the ridiculously tall sink. His brother had already left, dashing like he was on fire towards the woods. Sans followed his brother out, closing the door behind him and walking.

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   Reaper let out a ragged breathe. The sight of that taller skeleton...it...it reminded him of...He shook his skull. No No. That mortal only looked like his brother. Calm down. Reaper flew out of the darkness, crashing into the stiff couch. A muffled groan escaped him. God, that hurt. He got to his feet, dusting himself off. Reaper then left the house, tailing them to observe what happens next.

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   "AND REMEMBER, DON'T SLEEP! I WILL MEET YOU LATER!" Papyrus hollered, dashing away from me. I gave him a small, polite wave, then turned around. Well, now that his brother was gone, he could talk to her. Sans strolled forward, wandering through the dense forest. He stopped when he was right in front of a violet colored door. It looked ancient, the carvings and symbols engraved into it proved his theory. His bony fingers grazed the surface, before balling up into a fist to knock on the door. 

   "Knock knock." 

   There was no answer. Sans paused for a few moments, then knocked again. This time, there was an answer. 

   "Oh, Who is there?" 

   "...Theodore." 

   "Theodore who?" 

   "Theodore was closed, so I knocked." 

   The sweet, kind feminine voice burst out into a laughing fit, Sans quickly joining in. The laughter subsided, and then the soft voice started. 

   "Knock Knock?" 

   Sans breathed in a gasp of air, letting his laughter die down. "Who's there?" 

   "Ach." 

   "Ach who?" 

   "Oh, Bless you!" She answered, more laughter filling the air. 

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   Reaper blinked. That voice...It sounded all too familiar. He approached a little closer, watching the scene with disbelief. Toriel? Goddess of Life? How? Were they...getting along? Reaper then noticed the puns, holding back a small chuckle. Oh god, those puns were so terrible. He was tempted to join in, but didn't want to interrupt such an interesting moment. Reaper settled himself onto the soft grass, and leaned against a bush. The large bush hid him well, so All Reaper did was sit back, relax, and listen.