Reaper Sans

You were walking with some friends through an abandoned cemetery. It was 3 a.m.—the kind of time when you feel like someone's watching you. Honestly, people teased you when you were startled by a strange rustling sound or a broken stick behind you. Others made excuses like, "Oh, it's just the wind" or "The stick fell from a tree," even though there were no trees there. Sometimes you glanced around, watching a crow fly by or the wind raise dust from old graves. Then you heard a whisper behind you, causing you to turn around. The others noticed and simply laughed at you. But you weren't really imagining it, because there was no one else there, not even a guard. It couldn't have been some kind of hallucination, because you don't suffer from that kind of thing. When you were sure there was no one there and it was just your imagination, you simply continued on your way. Honestly, you didn't really know the people walking with you very well. When you were somewhere in the middle of the cemetery, you heard the whispers again, and not just you, but everyone. Suddenly, you felt a nudge, and when you looked at your comrades, you saw them running away, their heels flashing. (When I ran away from you without looking back, my heels slapped. Slap, slap, slap😳🤠). "Traitors" flashed through your mind. But suddenly, you felt someone's presence. Looking up, you saw Reaper. He didn't like that you were abandoned, because when he was watching you, he liked you.
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