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It's been a while since we truly had a conversation. Don't bother ignoring us. There's no one else around.
"You're in my head."
We know.
"Then go away."
Sobriety? That's unbecoming of you. Why? Stalling?
"I want to hold on to what's left."
There's nothing left. You can't undo years of torment on us.
"And what if I don't give you anything?"
. . . We won't leave. You won't dream. You won't be alone. You will rot.
"I'm stubborn."
So are we.
Crap. My hip. I stuck that landing wrong. Dead thought as she walked around with a cane.
💀 ". . ?" Skull guess. . . Old age or busy fucking?
"A bit of both. I was busy fucking your mom." Dead limps away.
💀 "! ! !" HEY! ! !
"Put it back."
💀 ". . ?" Put what back? Skull no know what Master talking about?
"The 50 gallon ranch tub you got behind you? I'm not paying for that. What are you even going to do with that much ranch?"
💀 ". . ." . . . Drink it?
"That's disgusting. No."
Dead hates when a lover asks her to make them immortal. What would be the purpose of that? They'd already served their purpose with the time they're given.
Its easy for mortals to think that eternity means spending time their lovers. Its all sunshine and rainbows. Maybe if they were immortal with a god, an angel, or some other holy entity but Dead is just a reaper. She goes where all the horrors are within reach.
She's desensitize to the bloodshed and death she brings.
You can't change that.
She's cursed to eat souls for all eternity.
You can't change that.
She's slowly growing insane.
You can't change that.
She's broken.
You can't change that.
Just be happy with the time you have because your death is coming soon and you can't change that.
Dead on a night out:
"I'm fine. I'm fine~ I'm just gonna go for some casual drinks, sing some song and possibly dance with someone new. Nothing too crazy~"
12 shots later
"Fight back, you son of a bitch! Fight back! I'm gonna fucking destroy you, you piece of garbage!" Dead yelled as she started throwing cars at the building. "TRYING TO STEAL MY SHIT YOU LIMP DICKED SHIT!"
💀 "! ! !" Master, what are you doing?! It was an accident! He gave back the phone!
"The only accident here is that motherfucker who should have never been born!"
Training new hires:
Skull: Hello, my names Skull, you're here because you made a pact with Dead Master when you were alive. Congratulations, you're now servants for all eternity or until Dead gets bored and eats your soul. If you have any questions, please raise your hand.
Person 1: *raises hand* Hi, yeah, uh, how are you talking right now?
Skull: *exasperated sigh* I'm a rage demon that can read minds and can communicate telepathically with other demons and the dead.
Person 2: B *raises hand* What number am I thinking of?
Skull: You're not thinking any number. You're thinking of the letter B.
Person 3: *raises hand* How did I die?
Skull: You fell down a flight of stairs- Please ask questions about the job.
Person 1: *raises hand* Can I be the chef because I was a chef when I was alive?
Skull: That won't be necessary. Dead Master does not require food to survive.
Person 3: How come Dead Master hosts feasts then if she doesn't eat food?
Skull: You didn't raise your hand but I'll let it slide. Dead hosts feasts for her guests. Throughout those events, Dead eats souls before the event as she cannot tolerate mortal food. She's unable to digest food properly.
Person 2: *raises hand* Uh, then how come she was eating at Olive Garden at her date?
Skull: Dead was only eating because her date kept ordering food like a fat ass and she didn't want to seem rude. I had to attend to her side until she recovered from food poisoning.
Person 1: *raises hand* So she can eat food?
Skull: NO! What part of she can't don't you understand?!
Person 2: You didn't raises your hand when you asked your question.
Skull: . . . Congratulations. You've all been promoted to breakfast.
Dead: You're so pretty
Soul: I hate fake compliments.
Dead: . . . Huh?
Soul: Just call me ugly. I know you're lying to me. No one thinks I'm pretty.
Dead: I think you're pretty and I wanted to say you're pretty. Why would you think I'm lying about that? I don't know you.
Soul: See! You're lying again.
Dead: . . . I'm gonna go now.
Soul: That's right! Walk away with your lies!
Dead: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? JUST TAKE THE FUCKING COMPLIMENT YOU SELF LOATHING PIECE OF SHIT!
