You break down the door, gun in hand as you point the gun at his chair, he slowly turns around, it was him. “I’ve see you’ve taken down my guards. Old friend.” He said before getting up from his chair and slowly making his way to you, he had a chip in his hand. “Join me my friend, I don’t want to fight you. Maybe after this, we can finally save our promise, that we made together when we were kids.” He said holding out his hand to you, the chip in his hands. “Please.”
Comments
2{~𝕃𝕚𝕫𝕫𝕪~}
21 hours ago
PurpleDaisy1
Creator
20 hours ago