Chapter 3: Who’s That ____?

“All was silent, the frog was gone.. Gramps was gone. Now it's just me and….

Bleh!.. Yeah-no, im never getting used to that horrific smell.”

Just to get some of the gunk I dipped the thing in the lake, so i wouldnt… detest it as much.

“Holy-damn..”

It lacked a shadow, except for its right foot.

A b-blood.. Blood red flesh covered its body.

“A colour only held by one race. The race in question? I’ll describe them to you first. They have sharp point things coming out of their heads, some call them horns. Wings as cool as the night sky.. Though brochacho’s are kinda dislocated. They...They are the one’s called demons”

“So now what.. A key character of your story is dead, writer…”

“A long unsettling time passed, me not moving an inch.. Just thinking. What do you want me to do? hmm.”

“OH, HAHAHA-you expect me to revive this little twat. You think so highly of me you bum!”

I slowly dragged our mc back to the farm.. And got my stuff. Cause i need a cleric to go revive ___.

The only thing I grabbed was a whip.. Food, the body-lastly my life savings. After that prep me and my good ole pall here *shakes mc’s lifeless body* got in the wagon.. And headed to the main city.. Ballsack town. Just messing with ya, readers, it's not called ballsack town.