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~~•Geno's P.O.V•~~
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The hospital.

A place where people have surgeries, pain, medication and cures. Some of though, aren't so lucky. Some of us aren't expected to live long, like me. The hospital is also a place where people die.

That's where I'm at right now, expecting to die any day now. Error doesn't want to leave my side, but, in tears, he's the first to leave. They all leave, doors were shut. A knock came upon the door.

And who was knocking?

Fresh. (Fooled!) Fresh was knocking.

"Sup Brah. I'm totes sorry that your all up in pain n stuff but, I know you're gonna die soon, so, to be blunt, I'm just here to say, bye. K brah?" With that said he shifted his feet and did a trashy 90's moonwalk outta the room.

He was right about one thing. I was gonna die soon. Another knock. "Error?"

No answer.

"Mamma?"

Nothing.

"Ink?? Aunt Comyet???"

Silence.

The doorknob clicked as it shifted and then turned. I huddle up under my covers, just hoping, my time hasn't come. A white fire burned throughout my body. And that white fire's name was Fear. A shadow approached. It looked my age (14) a very dark shade of black and purple cloak was draped over him with a rope that had a small Gaster Blaster that was right at is center held the entire thing together. His eyes looked like pools of tar.

"Please. Make this quick. I don't want to perish any longer!" I begged the spirit.

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~~•Death's P.O.V•~~
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Shocked. That's all I'm gonna say. I'm shocked. Nobody wants me to just "make it quick". The poor thing was so tired and his bed was soaked in tears. I couldn't help but feel remorse for the poor soul. I didn't want to kill him. 'Reaper! Snap out of it! You can't pity this adorable little smol!' I shake my head, Scythe raised, ready to reap. I swing it, closing my eyes. I still hear breathing, I open one eye, the scythe was right at his neck but no sign of it hitting him. I drop it. "I'm not gonna kill you...... I-I just can't......"