A Date With Death Part 3 – He Floated Outside My Window. I Ceased to Exist.
A Date With Death originally streamed on 17th February 2026 – He brought stolen sunflowers to my window, confessed his feelings, and I accidentally unlocked the full bad ending.
We opened Stream 3 with peak professionalism.
“I started streaming and I have no idea where it’s streaming to.”
Tel: “Great start.”
It felt fitting.
Because by the end of this session, I also had no idea where I had streamed to.
The Jealousy Interview
“Steve” begins the day with what he calls an “important revelation.”
It is not lore.
It is a suspicious questionnaire.
“Names of any mortals who tickle your fancy.”
Tel: “This is very suspicious.”
“Steve”:
“I do not share, sunshine.”
Sir.
That is not a professional statement.
He insists it’s about “work.”
He is absolutely jealous.
We tease him anyway.
Because that’s healthy.
PJs, Possessiveness & The Slow Spiral
We ask what he sleeps in.
He blushes.
He answers.
He then tells me:
“Stay right there.”
Tel: “Edward Cullen moment is about to happen.”
And honestly?
She was correct. (as usual 😉)
The Window Scene
Thirty minutes of silence.
Incoming call.
We look up.
He is floating outside my fifth-floor window.
“That face is priceless. Well worth the trip.”
Tel and I, simultaneously:
“You sneaky bastard.”
He’s cast a glamour.
The neighbours see a raven.
Of course they do.
He didn’t come for my soul.
He came with flowers.
The Flowers (Stolen, Obviously)
“I picked the ones that looked like you.”
Sunflowers.
Tel: “Those are gorgeous.”
Me: slightly feral.
He did not go to a florist.
He stole them from an old lady’s yard.
Romance but ethically questionable.
“I do not usually do good things… perhaps now I understand it.”
And that’s when it stops being a bit.
The Confession
Later, he snaps.
Not dramatic-edgy. Not theatrical.
Just raw.
“I don’t want to be friends.”
Tel: “…oh.”
“I want more… more than friendship.”
He’s angry at himself for feeling it.
“I have been a good reaper… and now my heart tells me to throw it all away.”
I ask why he doesn’t.
“If I do, they’ll just send someone else.”
“I am easily replaceable. You are not.”
Tel goes quiet.
Which is how I knew we were in danger.
The Mechanic Reveal
Then the game twists the knife.
He wasn’t randomly getting sick.
I was giving pieces of my soul away.
To:
- Bob
- The plant
- Him
Anything I wanted to live.
“You do not have a full soul.”
Tel: “…that’s not good.”
And then:
“If you give it all away… you won’t be sick. You’ll be gone.”
Not dead.
Gone.
The Plant (Reader, I Forgot)
Achievement unlocked:
Plant by Day Seven. It shrunk.
Tel:
“Were you meant to be watering that?”
Me:
“…apparently.”
The game had been tracking that.
The entire time.
The Fatal Mistake
Bob gets sick again.
I panic.
I wish.
And wish.
And wish again.
“Steve” calls me:
“You are seriously the biggest idiot I know.”
Fair.
He checks my soul.
“It is barely a flicker.”
Tel: “This isn’t going to end well.”
Correct again.
The Collapse
He rushes to my apartment.
Catches me when I stumble.
He is crying.
Actually crying.
I say:
“You win. You can take my soul.”
He refuses.
“I have come to care for you too much.”
And then—
I disappear.
Not ferried.
Not collected.
Gone.
The Ending
Final narration:
A lone reaper sits in his bedroom.
He never knew what love felt like until he met Joshe.
Now Joshe is gone.
His peers congratulate him.
He feels nothing.
Tel removes her glasses.
We both sit there in silence.
Then:
“Jesus Christ.”
What I Did
Ending 2.
Full bad ending.
Requirements:
- Don’t water your plant.
- Pick vague responses.
- Offer to take the sickness.
- Give your soul away repeatedly.
Tel, post-mortem:
“You did literally everything you possibly could have done to get the bad ending.”
Which feels correct.
Final Thoughts
This game:
- never went saccharine
- kept the humour
- built tragedy into mechanics
- punished self-sacrifice
And committed to it.
The flirting worked.
The romance worked.
The heartbreak worked.
The plant did not.
Tea was required.
We will probably replay.
But for now?
“Steve” is alone.
And I streamed myself into oblivion.
😭💜
The Rest of the Story
A Date With Death Part 1 – Flirting With the Grim Reaper
A Date With Death Part 2 – Boundaries, Banter & Bad Decisions
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