Reaped into the Backrooms || Reaper Sans

Reaper had done this job many times, reaped souls in the Backrooms for those lost and cursed to wander a misshapen eternity. So why was this time so different? He felt the moment he stepped through the barrier to another reality, as if the backrooms just mutated. Connection to the multiverse suddenly became muted. The trillions and trillions of souls became an omniversal length of space away. This felt so wrong, so unsettling to a being having spent his hundreds of years alive now removed from the very thing that guides his scythe.

Reaper felt unnerved and decided step put of this space.

Reaper felt every bit of this like the very nature of existence has flipped and twisted into a demorphed disturbance. He'd attempted to leave after taking the soul of another lost to the Backrooms. Dread pools into Reaper's destabilizing soul when his step through reality merely brings him into another warped level of the backrooms.

The exit is no longer in sight.

Somehow, Death himself becomes trapped in the backrooms, forced to wander until an opening back to the multiverse appears or a soul is found.

Artwork Credit: https://www.tumblr.com/musy-musy/786407742773526528/reaper-sans-content-this-is-for-you-renrink?source=share

Credit to Nini_Cree and AI for personality construction assistance.