#reapernightmare

brand new blog. this is nightmare!reaper, or silhouette. i made him over the past hour or so. it’s 2 am, ask him anything sfw

(Sil boops you, but you don’t die.) Damn, guess I can’t kill you guys.

Alright.

Well, Chip is the second shortest of us. Behind Slate, he has the second worst memory. He’s very fond of weapons, and is an amazing cook. He makes great tacos.

Slate is the third shortest, and murders people with a giant fucking paintbrush that he can summon out of nowhere. He always dresses in black and white.

Restart is a flirty glitch. Yes, I do mean that literally. He’s the tallest of all of us. He has a huge crush on Slate.

Swing is a dancing psychopath. Third tallest. He talks to his own dead brother.

Kenos is the tallest of us all. Also the hottest. He doesn’t talk to his brother, but it’s a sensitive subject to him.

Kenos: One at a time?

One at a time.

Restart: I̷̞̋͠ ̷͔̰͝ċ̵͙͠a̸̢̜͗͐l̴̩̞̂l̵̼̿ ̴̦̆d̵̦̽i̵͈͐̄b̸̓͜s̶͇̝͆͋ ̸̭̹͠ò̶͙ṋ̸̍͠ ̶̺̓̊͜g̷̺̯̈́͠o̷̺̤̎i̴͖̐͒ņ̴͘g̶͓̈́͆ ̶̜̓f̵͉̲̈́i̷͇͔̽ŕ̶̗ṥ̸̩̥ţ̵̃!̷̥͝

Swing: dammit.

R: Ṋ̴̱́ǫ̷͌ ̶̟̫̏p̵̺̓̆ë̶͉̱́t̶̠͠ṡ̴̙ ̷͉̫̽ǟ̶̯l̶̜͚̈́ḷ̶̯̿̑o̴̗͒̓ẃ̶̭̦͝e̵̥̬̓ḏ̷̛́ ̷̩̏͘b̶̧͍͋͐e̷̦͑͊ç̷̰̃ā̴͉̜ủ̵͇͘s̷̠̏e̵̟͘͠ ̷͈̓̕ó̷̳͋f̵̩̲͋͐ ̴̦͚̄S̷̛͒ͅi̶̼̓̇l̶̡̯̈́͘.̵̟̘̅

Standard protocol.

K: Visitors must be approved by Sil.

Standard protocol.

Sw: No popping popcorn in the microwave from midnight until at least two other people are awake, unless everyone is awake.

Chip: No TV after midnight. Slate and Swing break this rule very often.

Sw: Don’t pretend that you’re innocent too!

C: It was ONE TIME!

Sw: Then fifteen other times!

C: You do it three times a week! Slate does it FOUR!

(Kenos prepares two bags of popcorn while they argue. He gives one to Sil.)

Thanks.

K: No prob.

Anyways, another guideline is no dating the ABC shits. It’s harder to fight your enemy if you’re dating them. It’s simply standard protocol.

R: U̸͑͜h̴͚͉̓̇.̴̮̺͑͝ ̵̼͉͊̊U̶̼͌̏m̷̫̺͌.̵̰̦̐̚ ̴͚̗̍͋K̵̲̠̃e̵̘̖̋ȩ̴̞̌͠p̸̡͋ ̸̙́̅t̴̗͗̑h̵̩̉ȅ̸͚̐ ̷̨̼̅͝Ả̴̺̭͒C̴̟̑̇ ̶͓͔̉a̸̹̱̐͐t̶̟̩̄ ̶̭̻̔͊6̶̝͖͌̽9̴̲̾͜ ̴̲͛̋d̸̪̈́é̸̡g̵̬̞͒r̷̝͇̊ě̴̛̱e̸̖̓͌s̴̡̲̎͘ ̵͍̏̃F̸̛̻̮̈́ă̵͚̗͗h̶̜̠̏ṙ̶͖̉ĕ̷͎ǹ̸͖h̶̙́͂e̶̞͌́i̸̹̮͂t̷̀ͅ ̴̜̔͜a̴̛̼͐t̵̺́͝ ̸̠̤̎̍ă̶̞l̸̟̗̉ľ̵̺͖ ̷̟͑t̵̥́i̷̳͑͂m̸͕̂̇͜ẻ̶̗s̵̫̽!̸̤͗̒

K: Do not touch Sil unless you can’t die from his goop, or he initiates contact.

Also standard protocol. (He extends two tentacles to carefully separate Chip and Swing.) That’s enough fighting, you two.

Sw: Fiiiiine. No stealing chocolates from each other.

C: You may only drive if you have at least two working eyes and don’t need glasses. This means Slate and Swing only. Technically also Maxils, but she doesn’t even have her learner’s permit yet, she has glasses but never wears them, and she’s technically not even a part of the Ckrsss gang.

Standard safety protocol. The rest of us either have poor vision, also known as Restart, vision in only one eye, meaning myself and Kenos, or both. I’ll let you deduce who that is. Restart also isn’t allowed to drive because sometimes, glitches fill up his eye sockets, blinding him.

Anyways, the final protocol is to be aware that I am allowed break all protocols at any time I like, excluding the no driving one. The first one, I physically can’t break because everything that touches me dies. The second, I am myself so I don’t need approval of anyone. The third and fourth, I’m allowed to break because I’m the boss. The fifth, why the fuck would I want to date the ABC shits. The sixth, we have for the memes. The seventh, again, I am me. The eighth, again, I’m the leader, so fuck you. The ninth, I covered already.

<Hey guys, we’re at fifty.>

K: Fifty what?

R: P̵͓͍͂̎õ̸̡̮͝s̶͎͎͂́t̵̢̜̒ş̸̀,̷̡͉͑̈́ ̵̣̗̎̎d̷͙̪̋͐ų̸̗̒h̸̦̓̂.̶̙́

Oh wow, Slate hasn’t been here for fifty posts of this blog. He’s been missing out.

C: Restart must be sad.

R: D̴̖̏o̶̬̔n̵̝̾̀u̷̹͋̄t̶̖͎̂̇,̵̨͕͊̑ ̸̩͋͗o̵̮͝͝u̵͙̅t̸̢̘̎̄ ̴̜̝̓͌o̵̮̿͝f̴̫͇̽ ̷̼̯̇ṱ̴̛͒h̴̼̑e̶̻̙̓̚ ̵̟̀l̸̨̜̈́̒ȃ̴͎ş̵͌͠t̵̢̙́̐ ̸̖͔̈f̵̩̄i̵̥͍͠f̵̻͠t̵͙͠y̸͇̍ͅ ̴̯͓̄p̴̠̀͒ő̷̗̱s̵̛͔t̷͔̞̀s̷̹͌,̷̻̈́̔ ̴̛̼̿Ĩ̶̭'̶̪̋̄v̴̹̙̓̉ĕ̷̻̭ ̷̧̮̀b̶̰͌ẻ̸̹e̷̦̞͂n̵͇͚͋̉ ̴̡̐h̷̳̋͆e̸̹͊r̸̮̻̀̾e̵̺͗͜ ̷̝̮̒̎f̶̥̤͊̂o̷͈̕͝r̴̰̔̉ ̶̮̻͊t̶͈̐̌ẘ̵̼o̸͇͇̿ ̴̭͔̋a̵̼̎͛͜ņ̸̯͛ḋ̸͔̦ ̶̪̾̀ả̴͉̻͑ ̵͔͋ḫ̴̓̊â̸͉͚l̸̟̿́f̸̟̘̍.̵̨̣͗́ ̵̞̩͆͂H̵̠̑͝ả̷̮̺̓ḓ̶̱̍̉ ̶͉̲͠I̸̺̫̓͛ ̵̻̻͝c̷̺͖̏o̶̮͐̐m̸̨͈͂̎ę̶̝͒ ̴̳̦̐̀t̴̠̬̐̆h̶̭͆̔r̵͇͗͝e̶͔͍͋ȩ̸̘̐ ̷̡̲́p̵̨̿o̶̬̐ş̴̝̎t̶̝͝s̸̹͎̐ ̶̞͓̌ĺ̵͖̑a̷̩̍͝t̷̝͔̕e̸͓͐̓r̶̺͓̾,̷̜̭̂ ̷̗̞͐Ḯ̴͍̙'̵̥͆d̷̢̦̒ ̴̛͖̉h̵̳̾̇a̶̻̐v̸̟̄̈e̵͓̦̾̋ ̴̛͚̤m̷̼̅i̴̗͌̀s̸̢̈́́s̴̩̱͆e̸̻͐̐d̵̤̒͘ ̷̨͇̽t̶͎͓͋h̸̟͚͋͑i̴̯͇̎s̶͓̬̈̑,̷̼̫̿ ̸̹̈́t̵̗͇͝ọ̸̳̃͗ö̷͇̦.̶̞͂ ̷̱̤̀̎Î̸͉ ̶͈̦̒h̴̝̪̄a̴̠͊̚v̵̰̾e̸̮̳͌̂ ̶̥͂n̸̫̈́͑ò̵̥ ̸̱̓ṙ̷͉i̸̢͍̔͂g̵̼̓͑ḫ̶͍͝t̶̜̐ ̴̞͕͐ẗ̴̠́ȏ̷̼̚ ̶̟͖͂b̶̛̬̠̽ḙ̷̤͑ ̷̪̭̔s̵̙͝a̷͍͗̕d̶̮̏.̶͖̂̕

Sw: Fifty posts, and not a single art-based answer.

K: Well, we’re only at 49 asks...

<Shut up. 50 posts is 50 posts. In celebration, Imma make a Discord server for this.>

Don’t you have enough already?

Pretty damn often, thanks to Restart always stealing Bittersweet’s chocolate.

(A glitchy portal appears, and out walks a glitchy skeleton.)

<Yo, Glitch Bitch!>

Restart: Ḁ̵̪͂̓y̴̧̪̿̀y̶̫͂,̶̘̗̈́̎ ̷̬͖͊C̵̱͐̓r̴̝̈́̚o̵̗̿͠s̵̮̻̅s̷̖̺̑͊a̶̪͉͛̄n̶͚̊͜t̵̹̂ ̶̠̊̽Š̴̩͑i̶͙̮͒̇m̶͎͖͝p̸̦͙͐!̵̦̞͛ (He plays with the strings in his hand.) O̶̹̠̽͠h̵͈͍͗,̶̬͗ ̵͖́ḭ̸͊̽s̴̻͂̕ ̴̨̱̉̋S̵̞̿ḽ̵͑̌ȧ̷̖̑t̸̺̫͝e̶͉̝̿y̵̥̌̔ ̵̬͈̆̌n̴͓̜̒͐ö̵͕́t̷̼̏ ̷̫̓b̵̡̪̒a̶͍͠ĉ̷̞͍̓k̵̜͐̌ ̷̖͇̎y̸̯̕ė̴̫t̸͈̪̋̈́?̶̝̉ ̴̨̣̿̀S̷̘̦͠a̸̬͙̓͋d̸͕͆͊.̶͙̊

 If you’re somehow interested in joining me in my quest of murder and bullshit, there are a few standards.

You have to:

- Be a skeleton.

- Be evil, neutral or chaotic aligned. If your alignment contains good or lawful, you won’t get in. 

- Be on the verge of death or insanity, or be an ample source of negativity.

- Curse. It’s in the name.

- Wear gloves, unless my touch ends up not killing you.

- According to Maxils, be a fusion??? Whatever the fuck she means by that.

Now, of you’ve met all of these standards, the benefits are as follows:

- Getting the first letter of your name in the gang name if your name starts with R, S, C or K. Possibly also Z, we haven’t decided on that yet.

- Me not inevitably trying to kill you.

- Free food from an excellent chef.

- Your own bedroom.

- Friendship.

Now, there are also drawbacks.

- You can’t get with the ABC shits.

- If you try to leave, you will be murdered. 

Chip: Thank you. ovo