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

Flashbacks Dealt By A Piece Of Cutlery

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"GOD, YOU ARE SO UNBELIEVABLE!!!"  Geno huffed, shoving a fluffed pillow into the god's face, which was smiling stupidly. 

"Come on! Just do this for me??? I'm starving and I need to eat!" Reaper smiled, pushing back the pillow and smirking deviously at the scarfed other. "I'm still siiiick." 

"YOU DON'T ACT LIKE IT!" Geno put all of his weight into the pillow, forcing it onto Reaper's face. The pillow victim said something, their words muffled by the cushion.
"What?" The smaller lifted the pillow, only to be attacked by the same object. 

"ANARCHY!" Reaper shouted, shoving it at Geno and leaping forward. He was now sitting on top of Geno, shoving the same pillow at him.

They were both laughing uncontrollably. 

"N-NO! STAHP!" Geno snorted, struggling to fight back. He was laughing through his words. "THIS ISN'T FAIR!" 

"YOU'RE GOING AGAINST SOMEONE WHICH IS SICK! IT'S NOT FAIR ON MY SIDE!" 

"WELL, IT'S YOUR FAULT FOR BEING SICK!" 

"BULL CRAP!" Reaper finally brung the pillow to Geno's chest, laying on him and limiting his movements.

"Victory!" Reaper proclaimed, a small cough erupting from his mouth. 

"Maybe we should stop having these pillow fights." Geno suggested, watching Reaper start to go into a coughing fit. The god fell off of Geno, ending up curling onto the floor. Geno sat up, staring at the other. "...Fine. I'll do it." 

Reaper immediately stopped coughing, smiling. "Really!?"

"...Did you just pretend that you were hurt so I would do it?" 

A small grin rested on Reaper's face. "Maybe." 

Geno's palm rested on his face. "Damn it, I should have known." 

" AHAHA! GET THE SPOON AND START FEEDING ME!" 

Geno rolled his 'eye's. Reaper helped him up from the floor. Then, he walked over to the couch ad sat down, watching Geno with a happy expression. 

"I swear, you are so lazy." Geno complained, walking to the kitchen. 

"Third drawer from the left~!" Reaper cooed, smiling evilly. 

"Yeah, Yeah." Geno spat, annoyed about Reaper's tone. 

He walked up to the counter, counting three drawers.
When he landed on it, Geno grasped the handle of the drawer and pulled it open.

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A loud crash sounded from the kitchen, startling Reaper. 

"G-GENO?!" Reaper called, looking over the couch. 

No answer. 

Hurriedly, Reaper jumped off the couch and ran into the kitchen.
Cutlery littered the floor, the drawer fully pulled out and on the floor. A small bundle was shaking in the corner, curled up and silent. 

Geno. 

Reaper slowly approached the skeleton. "...Geno? What's wro-" 

A loud shriek came from the scarfed skeleton, scaring the god. "STOP IT!"
Geno's hands were clutching his skull, small marks left by his fingers. His visible eye-socket wide with fear, tears brimming the edges. The skeleton was hyperventilating, forgetting to take in air. 

Reaper began to come closer to Geno, only for something blue to stop him. A barrier of glowing blue bones were coming from the ceiling and floor, separating the two. Reaper reached forward, grazing the bones.