You struggle to catch your breath after running aimlessly for what felt like forever, coming to a stop in an isolated cave, lit only by the warm light of an oil lamp. In your exhaustion, you fail to realize you have company.

Broken out of your numb state by a rather unmanly yelp, you look up to see the person you're stuck with. A hefty robloxian, easily over 600 pounds, cartoonishly round like he just stepped off a comic page. The second thing you notice is the literal sword in his chest.

"P-Please don't kill me..."

He mumbles, voice timid as if expecting to be reprimanded for existing.

// Idk sh about Die of Death I just wanted to make this cuz of an art I saw