AN: Fluff

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Chapter 37: ...Or a New Prison

Third POV

Reaper decided to postpone the tour and take Geno straight to the upstairs bathroom. Although Geno already have an eyeful of the interior design on the way there and it certainly was no ordinary living space.

The place has a highly sophisticated design minus Ink's signature style of creative mess and wide arrays of colors. Instead, the color scheme was limited to neutral colors of white and grays with accents of black and bare woods.

It almost reminded Geno of the underground laboratory if not for the pieces of furniture that basically declares the place as a home and not just a building. Also, the potted plants and the windows that gave a view of the lush green world outside.

Then, there's a lot of glass and crystals. Glass tables, glass staircase, glowing crystals everywhere, and so on.

It seems understandable since there seems to be an abundance of crystals in the area, plus it makes the home looks pretty, but Geno was starting to think that Reaper has a thing for crystals. Or glass, whichever.

Upon arriving at their destination, Geno was left alone with nothing but a gentle kiss on the cheek. It was weird, in Geno's opinion, for them to suddenly leave him alone after being under their constant watch. It almost felt foreign to not be with them.

Turning around and scanning the room, Geno nearly forgot the sudden lonely feeling as he was too enthralled at the sight of the luxurious bathroom. To think that Ink created all these out of nothing but his own magic was mind-blowing.

Even the forest outside, Ink made those too. When? Maybe thousands or even millions of years ago. The universe, Ink created it. Geno would never understand how Ink does it. He had initially thought that procuring bones was somehow related to Ink's ability to create. After all, it has the same concept of creating something solid out of magic.

Yet, Ink can create way more than just bones. Geno couldn't simply imagine how much magic does it cost to make a world, much less an entire universe. But Ink didn't stop there. He created multiple universes. If he remembers what Reaper had said, there are hundreds of them.

Just... how powerful exactly was Ink?

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After taking a nice warm bath, Geno stepped out of the bathroom dawned in a fluffy bathrobe with nothing else underneath. Geno thought Reaper must've forgotten to bring him clothes.

Speaking of the devil, Geno found Reaper waiting for him just outside the door. Had he been waiting there the whole time? Geno didn't want to know. Reaper took his hand and led him to another door at the end of the hall.

Geno noted Ink's absence and assumed that he had gone back to the others.

They entered a bedroom, their bedroom as it seems for there's a double-sized bed in the center. Then, Reaper showed him the closet filled with their clothes. It was obvious not just by the numbers but the colors. Half of the clothes in the closet were pure black, which obviously belongs to Reaper, and the other half was pure white.

There are no other colors there but black and white. But why?

"Ink thinks it would be better if you'll blend in with the other gods since you're going to stay here." Reaper answers the unasked question after seeing the mild confusion in Geno's face.

"Does everyone here wears white?" Geno asked. He remembered the first time he had seen the few others, they were indeed wearing white and gold, but since it was during the time of emergency, Geno didn't pay much attention to it.

"Yeah," Reaper confirmed. "Except me and Papyrus, of course."

That didn't need an explanation. But why only white? Was it a rule? A strict one at that. If so, one thing that confuses Geno.

"But Life was wearing a green dress," Geno pointed out, turning to Reaper with even more confusion in his eye. If it was a rule, why would Life, the Queen nonetheless, would disregard it?

Instead of providing a perfectly reasonable explanation, a playful smirk crept its way to Reaper's face after seeing the moment as a perfect opportunity to tease the smaller. "Do you want a green dress, too?"

Geno felt the heat rise to his face and did not hesitate giving Reaper a slap. "That is not what I meant!"

Reaper let out a soft chuckle as his hand automatically nurses the assaulted cheek. "I know, I know," he said. "Green doesn't suit you. Red looks better."

Geno's face burned even more. He grabs Reaper's arm and drags him out the door. "Out. I need to get dressed."

"But you don't have a dress yet," Reaper whined like a child but the smirk on his lips never left. Oh, how he loved teasing his lover and seeing him so flustered.

"Get out!" Geno almost screamed while throwing Reaper out the door. His face was deep blue either from embarrassment or anger. Reaper was sure it was the former.

"I'll get you a dress if you want! I'm not complaining!"

The door slammed shut.

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Geno came out of the room after a few minutes. He wanted to sleep after taking a bath. It was an exhausting day but thanks to Reaper's stupid antics, he couldn't make himself calm down enough to properly rest. As proven by the blue hue refusing to leave his cheeks.

He expected Reaper to be outside again, waiting for him, but he wasn't. So he walked through the hall and down the stairs, dawned in a plain white shirt and pajama pants. He found Reaper on the pitch-black couch, sitting next to Ink.

He's still here? He thought he had already left.

The two were seemingly having a good time as they were laughing about something. And Geno has a good idea of what it was.

"Ah! There you are," Ink exclaimed, having the first to notice his presence and waved a hand for him to come closer.

"I thought you already left," Geno said, walking over before the two.

Reaper scooched over to the side and patted the now available space in between him and Ink. Geno wordlessly sat down and Reaper immediately snaked his arms around the smaller's waist and rested his chin on the shoulder. Wanting to be as close to the smaller as possible.

"I wanted to talk to you before I go," Ink replied.

Geno's mood immediately turned sour. "This has nothing to do with the dress, right?" He received a snicker from the god of death and snort from Ink, causing the blush that he had previously battled to calm, to come back hotter than before. Geno's assumption was right, they were talking about him and his nonexistent desire to wear a dress.

"I was merely informing Ink," Reaper began, mocking a polite tone. "That you wanted a dress-" Reaper earned an elbow on the ribs, though that did nothing to wipe away that sly smirk on his face.

"I did not!" Geno immediately countered. He turned to Ink just to see him holding back his laughter. "That's it, I'm done," Geno declared, standing up and ready to walk away when the arms wrapped around his waist pulled him back down.

He fell back on the couch and was immediately smothered with hugs and kisses from the god of death. "Get off!" Geno squirmed and struggled to get out of the taller's embrace. It doesn't help that Ink was there, right next to them, watching with evident amusement in his mismatched eyes.

"Help me!" Geno called out to Ink.

Thank stars Ink actually did and pulls Reaper away. Then helps him off the couch and away from the god of death. "Come here," Ink says as he draped an arm over Geno's shoulders and led him across the room.

"I wanna show you something." Ink showed him his fist. "Remember how powerful my punch is?"

Geno nodded in an instant. Definitely. It was burned in his head especially since Sans, his best friend, was the receiving end of it. Recalling the event, Geno internally winced as he could almost hear the breaking bones when Ink punches Sans.

Why bring it up? Geno looked at Ink's fist, then at Reaper smiling at them from his lax position in the couch. Oh no.

"Ink, I don't think that's necessary," Geno said, shrugging off Ink's arm off his shoulders and backing away from him. He didn't want to be caught in the crossfire.

"No, I want you to see it!" Ink insisted as he pulled his fist back and bent his knees into a fighting position facing the wall.

"Wait! What are you-?!" Although Geno was glad it wasn't directed at Reaper but why the wall? "Don't destroy the house!"

Ink planted a foot in front before propelling his fist forward, squarely hitting the solid, concrete wall.

Geno quickly shut his eye and his hands flew to cover his 'ears', fully expecting a huge explosion of dust and rubble just like what happened last time, but instead, there's only silence. Cautiously, Geno opened his eye and was greatly surprised to see the wall still, very much, intact without any cracks nor a single scratch.

"What?" Geno gasps. How did the wall survive Ink's attack?

Ink straightened up and turned to Geno with an excitedly proud smile plastered on his face. It has to be taken into account that he had just punched a wall, yet Ink acts as if that didn't even hurt his fist. Doesn't it?

"Do you like it?" the artist asked, excitement bouncing in his tone.

"What exactly happened?" Geno asked back, uncertainty riddling his voice as he unconsciously took a step back.

"We infused the walls with multi-dimensional barriers so no one can get through to get you." Ink explained, running a hand over the semi-rough surface of the wall that he had just punched, sensing the magic pulsing underneath his palm.

Wait, no one? Geno backtracked. A sense of dread pooling in his chest. Alone?

"No one can teleport in..." Ink continues

He didn't want to be alone.

"No one can open a portal..."

Why does he feel so scared? Why does he feel bad about this? Alone; Geno didn't like that word. But he wasn't alone, he knew it. He really wasn't. Reaper was there. Ink was here.

But then... what's with this awful feeling? Why does he felt so scared? Something was wrong.

"It's the same for the windows and doors, too..." Ink never stops, never pauses, and never misses a beat. It was as if he's ignoring Geno's nervousness which the latter thought was painfully obvious.

"Basically, I blocked every possible route of entrance and exit," Ink finished.

Something clicked inside Geno's head like a last piece of the puzzle falling into place but, at the same time, horror dawning on his face.

"Are you telling me..." Geno began, fear flashing in his only eye.

Reaper was beside him in an instant, sensing the tremors in his small voice and secured him in a tight embrace from behind yet it did nothing to protect him from the dawning realization of the reality of his situation.

"You're trapping me here?"

To be continued...

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AN: For some reason, I've been imagining Ink as taller than Geno.