Death: “You don't have to pretend to sleep anymore, Mason.” Picking at his fingernails and only glancing at Mason’s limp form.
Mason: “My family doesn’t have any money, but I can give you something else. Please, just don't kill me.”
Death: “It would be kind of redundant at this point, wouldn’t it? I’m here to talk to you about an opportunity.”
Mason: “This isn’t the best way to grab someone’s attention. There something called a cell phone, you know? Why would it be redundant? Am I not good enough to kidnap?” Mason looks a little offended.
Death: “It wouldn’t make any sense now, seeing as you’re already dead. You would probably be relatively light to carry.” Mason overlaps his speech.
Mason: “What??!!”
Death: ”D-E-A-D. I can't spell it out anymore for you sweetheart. Can we get to the interesting stuff now?”
Mason: “My death wasn’t fun enough for you or something? Would you like me to juggle?”
Death: “That would be great, but sadly we have business to attend to. I need you to help me out around here.” Death looks Mason dead on(puns) and his deep black eyes look empty and lack emotion.
Mason: “I would have to know where “here” is, Mr.Sociopath.”
Death: “I’m not a sociopath; I’m a sadist, thank you very much. I’ll have you know that I’m quite a big deal around here, being Death and all.” Death puffs his chest out a little and shows a bright charming smile.
Mason: “I always thought Death would be a little scarier. You know empty skull, billowing cloak. What magazine cover did you climb off of? I mean, the girls must all die happy.” Mason’s hand twitches the whole time he speaks.
Death: “I figured you’d be more comfortable with this. Can we please get back to the topic at hand? I want you to work for me.” Death begins to look annoyed.
Mason: “What, filing death certificates?”
Death: “Haha no. I need you to help me collect souls. The whole billowing cloak thing, you know?”
Mason: “And why would I feel inclined to help you get your grubby hands on grandmas and families?” Mason leans toward death in a business like manner.
Death: “Well, I could just leave you to sit here forever in limbo. I could always just bring the monsters to you. You know, I could show you evil that even Dahmer would shrink from.” As he says this death rises to his full height, intimating and imposing. “Thoughts, opinions, and/or questions. You have the floor.”
Mason: “Nope. I guess I should try and have some fun with it.” The twitching doesn't go away, but there is more confidence in his words.
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Death's sidekick
Cerita PendekDeath is a dick that needs some help. Mason seems like the unemotion human that would be perfect for the job. Was originally written as a scene and because I'm lazy so it's unchanged
