I didn't know what to do.

"Toto, listen to meee,"
I whined.

"I don't want to,"
the boy grumbled back.

"So there's this thing,"
I started anyways,
"like, a death game scenario."

"You're writing a story again?"
Toto groaned, exhausted from his all-nighter.

"Get that stick outta your ass,
tater tot," I groaned, "this is important."

Toto tapped away at something
indescribably indecipherable,
so I ignored it.

He was silent as he allowed
me to keep talking.

"Hey, why do you think
people kill in those stories?"
I said, curious.

Toto didn't really turn up to look at me
but he answered, "many reasons.
Money, sometimes. Freedom, others.
Other times there's probably a seed in the midst
that's killing everyone and making other
people follow his lead."

"Freedom, huh..." I hummed,
leaning on his chair, "release."

Dream Eater hunts,
not for pleasure,
but to eat.

He's been driven mad
with hunger.

Toto reaches for his potato chips,
and munches on a large handful.

I looked at my phone,
and a notification blinked up.

『 Rulebreaker spotted! 』

『 Use 「 Scythe of the Necromancer 」? 』

YES ⋆      NO

My eyes glazed over. 
"What about madness?"
I asked.

Toto shrugged.

"Anything."

I clicked on NO,
and snatched the potato chips from the table,
depositing it in the trash.

"Wha-" Toto was absolutely flabbergasted,
"What's the fucking problem with you??"

"Nothing," I teased, smiling cheekily,
clicking on the Potion option and restoring
my health, "just obeying the rules."

Madness, huh.