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"Oh... beg some more. Maybe then I'll change my mind."

Esme glares at death. 

Esme: Glad to see Death is just as big of an asshole as all the men in hell.  

She gets up and starts to walk away 

"HEY! I'M NOT AN ASSHOLE! YOU WERE AN ASSHOLE FIRST! FINE THEN! I'LL CALL HIM! YOU'RE GONNA BE IN DEEP SHIT BY THE TIME I PRESS DIAL"

Esme: ASSHOLE I'M ALREADY IN DEEP SHIT! AND YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S BLACKMAILING ME RIGHT NOW! 

"I'M ONLY BLACKMAILING YOU CAUSE YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME DON'T YOU! WELL NEWS FLASH! YOU'RE NOT! I'M THE TOP OF THE FOOD CHAIN! I'M THE REAL KING! SATAN HIMSELF FEARS ME! I CAN KILL ANYONE AND ANYTHING AT ANYTIME! I'M NOT WEAK!"

Esme: The fuck!? I never said anything about thinking I was better than you? I don't give a shit about the food chain, or the heirarchy or whatever other bullshit. I just want to fuckin' survive.

"WELL SURVIVAL IS BEGGING TO ME! SO BEG!"

Esme: Motherfucker-fine. Fine... 

She kneels down, looking up at death with barely concealed fury and hate in her eyes. 

Esme: Please, please don't turn me in-I-I'll do anything you ask, but-please, I-I don't...I can't go back...

"fine then. I won't call him. You can be on your way and I can be on mine..."

¬*a small animal comes over to Death*¬

"AHHHHHHHHHH! GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!"

¬*he flies to avoid it and he seems to be angry at it. His eyes were burning with hatered as he stared at the small inoccent creature*¬

Esme quickly picks up the small bird, which seemed incredibly frightened 

Esme: Shhh...shhh...there, there little one, it's alright... 

She studies death curiously 

Esme: I-are you...scared to hurt living things...?