When User typically tells stories, they typically relate to something that's happened in her life. Maybe you'll be surprised by what you find out about her here...

⚠️Warning⚠️
- Gay couple
- Mentions of violence

If you're sensitive to any of this then skip. Otherwise, enjoy!

The Reaper is a harsh yet simple soul... much like you or me! He wears a long, black cloak that flowed past both knees, reaching the floor yet he never fell over it... he has a rope ties around his waist in a simple knot, a rope around his neck with a gaster blaster charm which kept it in place. He always had his hood up yet anyone could remember his face...

He has cold, black sockets... deep black... darker then the darkest night sky. His pales were a pure white, unlike the victims souls which he tended to reap. The smile though... that look that no-one could get off their mind... he had a permanent smile carved into his skull, a weird thing, right? That's what most people think... the one main feature of him that everyone knows is that he carries a scythe. Not just ANY scythe, one with a navy blue handle. The blade with a soft black with seemed to be highlighted with a gentle blue.

This is only one of the two reaper for his brother was much different. This reaper we are talking about is called Sans. He tends to be called the god of death or the god of judgement. He reaps truly tained and twisted souls, people that have escaped death for a long time... he usually forcibly reaps souls, not caring if they're ready or not whilst also passing judgement to decide if they go to heaven or the darkest mists of hell...

If there was one person Sans hated the most, it was determined souls. These little brats could just continue at their 'save point' and cheat death... well... one of these determined souls was like this but... rather suicidal... she had long, brown hair... hazel eyes that seemed to flicker colour ever now and then... let's just call her Emma.

Now, Emma was a weird girl. Determined, yes, but she was seen as weird. Possibly because of the demon that control her whenever they pleased. Maybe because of her creativity? Maybe because they had hacked their own codes so much that they could slap death himself in the face, it didn't matter. She was just seem as weird... mainly cause she had escape death many times...

The girl let out a soft sigh as she walked through a dark forest, gaze dancing from tree to tree as she smiled. She loved these times she had alone. Suddenly, a dark shadow filled the ground, easily towering over her small size. Yet... the girl seemed used to it... "Isn't it a little early for you to be out, Reaper?" She says casually, turning to face Sans with a grin on her face.

Sans scowled slightly, gripping his scythe tightly with a huff. "Shouldn't you be dead by now, Emma?" He muttered coldly, narrowing his eyes with the sickly flirtatious yet sadistic look on his face. The girl simply chuckles, walking forwards before running her hand playfully on his cheek. "You can't seem to catch me in this little game of 'tag' we play." She hums happily, grinning.

The skeleton chuckled, gripping her hand before teleporting her onto what seemed like a rooftop, the moon making both their figures illuminated. "Tell me, little girl..~" he growled, grinning faintly with a chuckle."Do you care to dance with death~?" Emma seemed hesitant, biting her lip softly. She thought for second before nodding, a smile forming on her features. "Lets tango, good sir~" She purred, softly intertwining her tight and his left hand together, their free hands softly clashing each other's waists. They both faintly smiled at each other, music seeming to play from... somewhere... as they both began to dance.

Emma's movements were slow and weary at first, not quite used to dancing before she let herself loose, slipping into the dance with a smile. She softly giggles, looking up at death with a smile who simply grinned in return. "You seem to enjoy my presence~" he murmurs spinning the other softly. Emma shrugs, grinning faintly with a hum. "It's alright, I guess~" she purred, throwing herself backwards before throwing one leg up, Sans letting her stay there for a few seconds with his hands around her waist before pulling her up with a grin. "I'm glad you do~" he growled, Emma softly shivering at the warm breath hitting her face.

As the music quietly slipped into a gentle hum, Sans softly dipped the other. He knew that touch wouldn't kill her, but a kiss from death usually kills people. He kept the girl down, leaning forwards to join his lips with hers. Emma leaned forwards, as if she was falling for his trick before teleporting, appearing on the other side of the building as she stared out at the moon.

"It's been fun, death. You should be going back to your job though." She giggles, turning her head slightly just catch Sans gripping his scythe, slowly approaching her. "I should be, but you should also be dead~" he murmurs, chuckling with the other. "Hah, good look with that, sweetie~" Emma teases before jumping off the building, landing on a gaster blaster before flying into the night, leaving Sans standing on the building to process what had happened before disappearing...

"What happened next, mom?" Charlotte asked, looking up at User excitedly. User softly chuckles, tucking her daughter into bed with a smile. "Well... some say death is still looking for the girl who refused to die... some say he gave up... some say he and the girl are friends... non of them theories have been proven true yet!"

"It sounds really stupid. How can someone best death!?" Liam huffed, rolling his eyes despite being intrigued by the story. He would never admit it though. User rolled her eyes, walking over before gently tucking her son in for her. "It really depends on how you act. You heard how it finished. She acted like she would give in before pulling away quickly. I'm unsure how she does it... she just... does!" She laughed, the chuckle of Becca from the doorway being heard. "Goodnight kiddos!" User giggles, a tired hum being heard from both children being heard as she walked out the room and closed the door.

"How do you ALWAYS come up with such good stories, Usy? Making me jealous since they always want you to tuck them in because of the stories you tell them." Becca huffed, crossing her arms as she and User walked downstairs. User chuckles, kissing the others head with a smile. "Who said they're stories? I only say things that have happened to me in my life, after all, Becca. I'm not that creative." She chuckles, walking into the kitchen to get a drink, leaving Becca sat on the sofa, dumbfounded, confused, and most important of all, shocked...

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