Oh, hello! I guess I should introduce myself, the name that I like to go by its Skits. My actual name? Death! Yep, I am the one and only death,you know the guy who gave your mother cancer.
Yes, this is aimed at you Lotte Malcolm you dumb bitch, should of been careful about what you shouted at your mother when she took your phone away so you couldn't message that 45 year old guy who's been cat fishing you for the past year.
Sorry, got a bit off topic, so where was I... Oh yes, I was trying to start the story. So yeah, I'm death, I have my wonderful assistant Jessica Harper, she's also my girlfriend, but we will brush that to one side, my job is to collect the souls of those who need to die and those who are filled with evil, you know normal shit.
Well, there's not much more that I can say about myself, nothing much more to say, but I can tell you all the story about me, would you like to hear? Well, you don't have much of a fucking choice fuck face your the idiot who keeps on reading, so anyways on to the story. I believe it went a little bit like this...
YOU ARE READING
Schizophrenic Cowboy
General FictionGrabbing the fourth wall by its balls and smashing it into a wall