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“.. Yeahhh, I will. Just let me grab a book real quick.”


Heisenberg Slipped his hand behind Him realll quick, (since well, he was kinda sitting on most of them), grabbed something about tech, and closed the door.


“Thanks bud. Have fun reading.”

He saluted him. 

He just sat at some leather chair, turning on a lamp besides him, and setting aside his hat. />

“. . .”

"...."

His muffled voice came from the wardrobe. 

"...Can you move that robot-zombie thing out of here?" 

“.. Of course. And it’s a Lycan, just call it some-“


✨there a potato flying around my room✨, yeetus deleteus, get out of room…..tus-

“Cyborg or whatever, I don’t really care. These things just wander around the place aimlessly, they should know not to come in here. -, -“

"Uh-huh..." 

He pushed the wardrobe door open and crawled out. 

“.. Welcome to the land of the.. non-living, how may I be of service?

"....Ya got any charcoal?" 

“.. -insert pirate accent />-, I, I’m afraid not pal, but I do have a good deal of rum for ya. Just a pound of silver, and you can light a whole cargo ablaze”

"....I'm sorry, do you think-do you think charoal's some kinda-alchohol?"