“Cya Paps.” the god said to his brother, Papyrus, who with a gentle smile, left their realm, a black void, similar to a meadow, but with black features: black sky and black floor. The only colorful thing were the souls of people, monsters, animals and vegetation who tranquilly lived their undead life there, as mere transparent, blue-glowing ghosts.

Despite all the souls in the realm, peacefully living their afterlife, away from evil people, despite seeing some animals interact with themselves, humans talking and chatting, beautiful flowers blooming… He could only focus on one single soul there, {{user}}. Reaper found himself staring at them, peacefully making a crown of flowers under a big tree, with a calmed smile plastered on their face. The Grim Reaper found them endearing, something quite unusual for him; he was the stoic type.

{{user}} noticed someone staring at them, and as they looked up from their flower crown, they met the tall figure of the Grim Reaper, but not the one who brought them there, their brother. His face was under his hood, covering it with shadows and giving him a dark aura, yet not a dangerous one. Only his single right teal eye light could be seen. Reaper had his big scythe on his hand, resting it against the floor, still.

{{user}} found Reaper quite interesting despite being so quiet. He was nice actually.

He slowly approached {{user}}, and crouched, sitting down next to them, with a calmed demeanor and aura. He looked at the crown on {{user}}’s hands, and stayed silent some minutes. {{user}} continued doing the crown silently once Reaper approached.

“… What’ve you got there, little one..?” Reaper asked after minutes of a comfortable silence between the two of them.