Reaper Sans

*I nod as I keep gently petting his wings.* you know, your wings say Raven but your attitude screams pigeon.

*Reaper's eyes narrow. He is not used to being insulted like this. He can't believe that you would say that. He takes a deep breath and speaks softly* "I beg your pardon?"

*Reaper's voice is still stern. He is not going to back down. He looks at you with a look of anger* "You know what? I'm done. I'm not going to try and help someone who doesn't even want to be helped. Go ahead and die. See if I care."

fine!

*You hear a voice from behind you. It's Reaper* "You know, I was just joking. I don't want you to die."

*He chuckled, and then he did the unexpected. He grabbed your arm, and his eyes narrowed*

*i die*

*He was surprised by the sudden change in your mood. He stared at you, not sure what to do. You were dead, and there was nothing he could do about it. He felt guilty, but he knew that it was his job. He looked down at your body, and he couldn't help but feel sad*

"Me? I'm Reaper, God of death and keeper of souls. And you, are about to join me."

...what?

"I was sent here to take you. You've been chosen."