Sketchy_Kowala

Sketchy_Kowala t1_j1u0tvu wrote

I always knew I was going to end up in heaven. I knew it. I spent my entire life trying to advance humanity. Trying to solve all its problems. Sure I may of cracked a few eggs here and there but the omelette was delicious!

So imagine my surprise when I awoke in a bed in some small town with a demon telling me I was in hell.

“Hell…are you sure?” I asked gesturing to the homely cabin I was in. “I mean sure the sheets have polyester in them but where’s the fire? The torture? The screaming?”

The demon sat across from me wearing a nice write button down shirt, black skirt and tie. She smiled and pushed up thick glasses.

“That’s only for certain people Mr. Whimble. Hell it’s different for each person and we make sure to craft each experience to the individual”.

“So then enlighten me” I challenged crossing my arms. “Why is this my hell”.

She smiled a vicious, knowing smiling as if I had played right into her plan. Like I was losing a game I didn’t even know we were playing.

“Of course Mr. Whimbly.” She took out a binder from a bad beside her and opened it to the first couple of pages before starting.

“Now everyone knows how you were a philanthropist, donating money to help better the world. But not everyone knows why you chose this route in life”. She flipped the page and continued “in an interview back in ‘97 you said it was movies”.

“That’s correct” I interjected. “It was the stories of how the hero always overcame the odds and win in the end. No matter how bad it seemed. How dark it got. The struggle, the fight was what defined them. What made them. It was exciting to see the hero fight their way to victory to change along the way. And that’s what I wanted to do. I wanted to fight for good”.

“Exactly” the demon said. “You possessed a drive not many other humans have. A need to better not only yourself but the world around you. It’s quite admirable”.

I bowed my head in a thankful manner. I’ve been complimented before but not by a demon.

“And now it’s over. Happy eternity Mr. Whimbly”. She slammed her binder closed, packed it, and got up to leave.

“Wait wait,” I started getting up after her, “What do you mean it’s over?”

She walked to the door and opened it to expose a little town. The weather was cloudy but light enough to see the grassy field right outside the little cottage.

“This is your life now” she gestured “no more no less. No problems. No solutions. No fighting. You have nothing more to aspire to and nothing more to see.”

I stepped past her calculating what the rest of time had in store for me. It was…boring.

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