Daughter of Death

0. 900+ ★ Special!

Chapter Summary: What if the roles were reversed?
Author's Note: This isn't a chapter! More like.. a special chapter for getting over 900 ★'s (only accessible on Wattpad!)
However, you can see it as an 'Alternative Universe' where our loveable skeletons are reapers and LR is mortal:^)

I'll do another special once (and if) this story gets 1k★'s! A continuation, perhaps? Depends on the reactions!

This isn't •Reapertale•
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The night sky is blocked out by gloomy grey clouds. Obstructing the twinkling stars millions of light years away, away from sight.

A monster stood at the top of the skyscraper, overlooking the city below. His white eyelights sharp and focused as he huffed in amusement. For a split second, he was gone.

Appearing in front of a bar, he pushed the door open and entered. The warmth within was a welcoming feeling compared to the chill wind of winter outside.

"Heya, Sansy!"

"Hey, Sans, come check this out!"

"Welcome back, Sans!"

He nodded in acknowledgment, going to his usual spot by the counter. A fire monster stood behind the counter, a damp rag and a glass cup in his hand. He nodded in greeting, putting away the glass and retreated to the back — he returned almost instantly with a plate of homemade fries, a loaded burger, and a large ketchup bottle.

Wordlessly, the bartender placed the items in front of Sans.

"ey, thanks grillbz." He says, slouching on his seat as he picked up the bottle and squeezed the contents into his maw. Chuckling to himself when he earned a few disgusted looks from humans in the bar - the monsters already used to his bullshit by now.

"....." Grillby stares at Sans, which made the skeleton monster chuckle.

"put it on my tab." He says, scooping up a handful of fries, dunked it into the ketchup with a not-so healthy amount and dropped it into his mouth. Grillby's shoulders dropped before squaring up once again, a slow nod before he left to tend the other customers.

The soft tingle of magic, and repeated the process.

Sans . . . Was trapped. He had no idea how to do stuff with the knowledge he held. He couldn't consult a friend, even if Grillby never spoke more than a single sentence.

He did something that angered a lot of people. Not only him, but he managed to drag Papyrus into his mess and that was something he wanted to avoid doing.

The machine was finished, ready to go, ready to bring back a forgotten face.

It went all wrong. Everything was wrong the moment that face fell into the void - forever forgotten by his peers, why they lived so long with the help of their creation.

It was all wrong, and Sans took comfort in the greasy food before returning to the house of horrors - his house, actually.

The machine was supposed to be used to bring back someone, not drag several someones from their homes. Multiple versions of himself and his brother have appeared after the machine exploded. The fact that he was still alive, he was mere steps away from the machine, was itself a miracle.

He would have been dust, leaving Papyrus in unfamiliar territory filled with not-so kind humans.

He contacted Alphys when he found several bodies in his basement floor, all unconscious. The baffling part was that they all looked like a copy of himself.