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Elysia woke up naked on the sidewalk outside of an unfamiliar house. She sat up, bracing back on her hands, her legs splayed out in front of her, staring at the house’s black front door. The entire building was nice - in that prefabricated, cheap materials, quality sacrificed for aesthetics kind of way. Sunlight shone down from a cloudless blue sky and she noted dimly that on either side of her was a perfectly manicured lawn. Petunias were perfectly arranged in neat beds of dark, pristine dirt. She didn’t like petunias.
“Ah, hello?”
She flinched, arm cradling her breasts and turned, other hand sliding to protect her crotch, but screamed at once. Sidewalk scraped against her bare ass as she scooted backwards, away from the horrible creature standing just beside the mailbox by the road. It had to be every bit of eight feet tall with stick like arms that had tendrils that served as fingers. Its body extended in a curved line like a centipede with hundreds disgusting sticklike legs, each one made all the more alarming because each foot had a shiny black men’s dress shoe. Where a head should be was a long, thin line. No face. No holes for eyes or a mouth or a nose. There wasn’t room. But what she disturbed her were the thick plastic rimmed glasses perched in the middle of where a face might be. They were held by nothing and above them, at the line’s top, perched a hat, as though there was a round head to hold it. But it too did not seem to need it.
The creature wore a crisp black suit coat, white button down shirt, and a black tie. She had the most bizarre thought that he probably worked for the IRS. She entirely forgot her fear of being naked and instead crawled backwards like a crab as the creature with its centipede legs and all their myriad of shoes migrated towards her. She screamed again and the creature stopped, its shoulders tilted in an unhappy posture. It adjusted its glasses like it was the one losing patience.
”If you would stay still, I’d like to hand you your packet.”
It had a voice. It had a definite voice but she couldn’t figure out where the sound was coming from. The creature lifted a briefcase she hadn’t noticed before and she watched as it withdrew a thick manila envelope. It took everything in Elysia’s being not to scuttle backwards as the creature approached, manila envelope held out by its taupe colored tendrils. The packet waggled at her in a friendly I’m-busy-please-stop-making-my-life-harder-than-it-already-is way.
“Th-thank you,” she stammered, snatching the packet and holding it against her chest.
”Welcome to Hell,” the creature said as it gave her a tip of its fedora hat. She shivered when it turned around and its tail end nearly brushed her with two antennae that were as thin as bug legs. From this end, the back of this thing looked very much like a cockroach. Her skin crawled.
She did not move as she watched the creature make its way out of the yard and onto the sidewalk, passing house after house after house. And then, she noticed something else. This yard looked identical to the yards on either side and the house looked exactly like the house across the street. As far as she could see in any direction, there were identical brown, boring houses with bleak black doors, and small, neatly mown lawns. The only difference was she was the only naked woman.
She looked down at the packet and ripped it open. On the front page of this massive stack, it read
HELL: WHAT TO EXPECT AND HOW TO BEHAVE
“Hell?” she muttered to herself, flipping through the first couple of pages. It was all Font type 8, all tiny print, and she had the sinking feeling she would be expected by...someone to know literally everything frontwards and backwards. “This is Hell!” she whined and promptly burst into tears.
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Elysia woke up naked on the sidewalk outside of an unfamiliar house. She sat up, bracing back on her hands, her legs splayed out in front of her, staring at the house’s black front door. The entire building was nice - in that prefabricated, cheap materials, quality sacrificed for aesthetics kind of way. Sunlight shone down from a cloudless blue sky and she noted dimly that on either side of her was a perfectly manicured lawn. Petunias were perfectly arranged in neat beds of dark, pristine dirt. She didn’t like petunias.
“Ah, hello?”
She flinched, arm cradling her breasts and turned, other hand sliding to protect her crotch, but screamed at once. Sidewalk scraped against her bare ass as she scooted backwards, away from the horrible creature standing just beside the mailbox by the road. It had to be every bit of eight feet tall with stick like arms that had tendrils that served as fingers. Its body extended in a curved line like a centipede with hundreds disgusting sticklike legs, each one made all the more alarming because each foot had a shiny black men’s dress shoe. Where a head should be was a long, thin line. No face. No holes for eyes or a mouth or a nose. There wasn’t room. But what she disturbed her were the thick plastic rimmed glasses perched in the middle of where a face might be. They were held by nothing and above them, at the line’s top, perched a hat, as though there was a round head to hold it. But it too did not seem to need it.
The creature wore a crisp black suit coat, white button down shirt, and a black tie. She had the most bizarre thought that he probably worked for the IRS. She entirely forgot her fear of being naked and instead crawled backwards like a crab as the creature with its centipede legs and all their myriad of shoes migrated towards her. She screamed again and the creature stopped, its shoulders tilted in an unhappy posture. It adjusted its glasses like it was the one losing patience.
”If you would stay still, I’d like to hand you your packet.”
It had a voice. It had a definite voice but she couldn’t figure out where the sound was coming from. The creature lifted a briefcase she hadn’t noticed before and she watched as it withdrew a thick manila envelope. It took everything in Elysia’s being not to scuttle backwards as the creature approached, manila envelope held out by its taupe colored tendrils. The packet waggled at her in a friendly I’m-busy-please-stop-making-my-life-harder-than-it-already-is way.
“Th-thank you,” she stammered, snatching the packet and holding it against her chest.
”Welcome to Hell,” the creature said as it gave her a tip of its fedora hat. She shivered when it turned around and its tail end nearly brushed her with two antennae that were as thin as bug legs. From this end, the back of this thing looked very much like a cockroach. Her skin crawled.
She did not move as she watched the creature make its way out of the yard and onto the sidewalk, passing house after house after house. And then, she noticed something else. This yard looked identical to the yards on either side and the house looked exactly like the house across the street. As far as she could see in any direction, there were identical brown, boring houses with bleak black doors, and small, neatly mown lawns. The only difference was she was the only naked woman.
She looked down at the packet and ripped it open. On the front page of this massive stack, it read
HELL: WHAT TO EXPECT AND HOW TO BEHAVE
“Hell?” she muttered to herself, flipping through the first couple of pages. It was all Font type 8, all tiny print, and she had the sinking feeling she would be expected by...someone to know literally everything frontwards and backwards. “This is Hell!” she whined and promptly burst into tears.
Elysia woke up naked on the sidewalk outside of an unfamiliar house. She sat up, bracing back on her hands, her legs splayed out in front of her, staring at the house’s black front door. The entire building was nice - in that prefabricated, cheap materials, quality sacrificed for aesthetics kind of way. Sunlight shone down from a cloudless blue sky and she noted dimly that on either side of her was a perfectly manicured lawn. Petunias were perfectly arranged in neat beds of dark, pristine dirt. She didn’t like petunias.
“Ah, hello?”
She flinched, arm cradling her breasts and turned, other hand sliding to protect her crotch, but screamed at once. Sidewalk scraped against her bare ass as she scooted backwards, away from the horrible creature standing just beside the mailbox by the road. It had to be every bit of eight feet tall with stick like arms that had tendrils that served as fingers. Its body extended in a curved line like a centipede with hundreds disgusting sticklike legs, each one made all the more alarming because each foot had a shiny black men’s dress shoe. Where a head should be was a long, thin line. No face. No holes for eyes or a mouth or a nose. There wasn’t room. But what she disturbed her were the thick plastic rimmed glasses perched in the middle of where a face might be. They were held by nothing and above them, at the line’s top, perched a hat, as though there was a round head to hold it. But it too did not seem to need it.
The creature wore a crisp black suit coat, white button down shirt, and a black tie. She had the most bizarre thought that he probably worked for the IRS. She entirely forgot her fear of being naked and instead crawled backwards like a crab as the creature with its centipede legs and all their myriad of shoes migrated towards her. She screamed again and the creature stopped, its shoulders tilted in an unhappy posture. It adjusted its glasses like it was the one losing patience.
”If you would stay still, I’d like to hand you your packet.”
It had a voice. It had a definite voice but she couldn’t figure out where the sound was coming from. The creature lifted a briefcase she hadn’t noticed before and she watched as it withdrew a thick manila envelope. It took everything in Elysia’s being not to scuttle backwards as the creature approached, manila envelope held out by its taupe colored tendrils. The packet waggled at her in a friendly I’m-busy-please-stop-making-my-life-harder-than-it-already-is way.
“Th-thank you,” she stammered, snatching the packet and holding it against her chest.
”Welcome to Hell,” the creature said as it gave her a tip of its fedora hat. She shivered when it turned around and its tail end nearly brushed her with two antennae that were as thin as bug legs. From this end, the back of this thing looked very much like a cockroach. Her skin crawled.
She did not move as she watched the creature make its way out of the yard and onto the sidewalk, passing house after house after house. And then, she noticed something else. This yard looked identical to the yards on either side and the house looked exactly like the house across the street. As far as she could see in any direction, there were identical brown, boring houses with bleak black doors, and small, neatly mown lawns. The only difference was she was the only naked woman.
She looked down at the packet and ripped it open. On the front page of this massive stack, it read
HELL: WHAT TO EXPECT AND HOW TO BEHAVE
“Hell?” she muttered to herself, flipping through the first couple of pages. It was all Font type 8, all tiny print, and she had the sinking feeling she would be expected by...someone to know literally everything frontwards and backwards. “This is Hell!” she whined and promptly burst into tears.
It was much too hot. That was the very first thing Marietta noticed when she stepped into the fiery lands of Hell. How uncomfortable. You would think after so many millennia of Hell’s existence they would have figured out the heating situation. Yet, as Marietta walked by a group of demons clanging away at some sort of metal contraption and scratching their heads in confusion, she realized they still had a long way to go before some decent air circulation filled this place.
This was Hell. (Literally.) Marietta hated that her cycle of hell was going back up to earth so she could have a chance at redemption only to come back down here and be reminded that there was still no air circulation and there was no escape. It wasn’t her fault that she crossed the road without looking one time and it led to a horse swaying to not knock her over and instead killed an elderly couple. If anything, it was the horse’s fault. Horses were, in fact, evil.
“Hey, Chad,” Marietta muttered as she walked towards her probation officer. What was the point of probation officers anyway? She wasn’t going to get off probation anyway.
“Oh, Marietta! Back so soon? What offed you this time?” Chad glanced down at his papers. “Oh, some spoiled brat took the throne? Don’t worry, he’ll be down here soon. At least they let you keep your head down here. They didn’t even leave a scar from the sword,” Chad squinted at her neck observing it.
“Hey, personal bubble, man.” Marietta took a step back. She crossed her arms. “Also that was cruel of you guys making me go up there with a fear of people. Cruel.”
“That’s Hell, baby,” Chad winked at Marietta. “Anyway. You got a newbie in Lot 666. Run them through the tutorial, I’m busy.”
“Wait all the lots are 66-”
“NEXT!” Chad pulled a lever and Marietta fell through a trap door.
Well this sucks. Marietta thought to herself as she made her way down the street passing by the boring brown houses. Each one was identical. Marietta had half the mind to rip up some grass in at least one lawn if it wasn’t for the fact that she knew there would be hidden razor blades. How else would they get the kids to stay off their neighbor’s lawn?
“666, 666, oh and look at that, 666.” Marietta just kept walking. She knew it wouldn’t be the first house. They would never make it that easy. “Funny joke, guys. So super funny. I can’t stop laughing, even after having this pulled on me 482 times. But who’s counting?”
Then she saw it. A naked woman, walking by herself. Was that… wait a second. Was that Elysia? She would be in Hell. Makes sense. Marietta made her way to Elysia. “I would stop crying,” Marietta said quite plainly. “You’ll attract the Hell Sharks. They’re really annoying buggers. Like… a fly in your house that you keep trying to swat but you keep missing. Except for these guys bite. They’re attracted to tears.”
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It was much too hot. That was the very first thing Marietta noticed when she stepped into the fiery lands of Hell. How uncomfortable. You would think after so many millennia of Hell’s existence they would have figured out the heating situation. Yet, as Marietta walked by a group of demons clanging away at some sort of metal contraption and scratching their heads in confusion, she realized they still had a long way to go before some decent air circulation filled this place.
This was Hell. (Literally.) Marietta hated that her cycle of hell was going back up to earth so she could have a chance at redemption only to come back down here and be reminded that there was still no air circulation and there was no escape. It wasn’t her fault that she crossed the road without looking one time and it led to a horse swaying to not knock her over and instead killed an elderly couple. If anything, it was the horse’s fault. Horses were, in fact, evil.
“Hey, Chad,” Marietta muttered as she walked towards her probation officer. What was the point of probation officers anyway? She wasn’t going to get off probation anyway.
“Oh, Marietta! Back so soon? What offed you this time?” Chad glanced down at his papers. “Oh, some spoiled brat took the throne? Don’t worry, he’ll be down here soon. At least they let you keep your head down here. They didn’t even leave a scar from the sword,” Chad squinted at her neck observing it.
“Hey, personal bubble, man.” Marietta took a step back. She crossed her arms. “Also that was cruel of you guys making me go up there with a fear of people. Cruel.”
“That’s Hell, baby,” Chad winked at Marietta. “Anyway. You got a newbie in Lot 666. Run them through the tutorial, I’m busy.”
“Wait all the lots are 66-”
“NEXT!” Chad pulled a lever and Marietta fell through a trap door.
Well this sucks. Marietta thought to herself as she made her way down the street passing by the boring brown houses. Each one was identical. Marietta had half the mind to rip up some grass in at least one lawn if it wasn’t for the fact that she knew there would be hidden razor blades. How else would they get the kids to stay off their neighbor’s lawn?
“666, 666, oh and look at that, 666.” Marietta just kept walking. She knew it wouldn’t be the first house. They would never make it that easy. “Funny joke, guys. So super funny. I can’t stop laughing, even after having this pulled on me 482 times. But who’s counting?”
Then she saw it. A naked woman, walking by herself. Was that… wait a second. Was that Elysia? She would be in Hell. Makes sense. Marietta made her way to Elysia. “I would stop crying,” Marietta said quite plainly. “You’ll attract the Hell Sharks. They’re really annoying buggers. Like… a fly in your house that you keep trying to swat but you keep missing. Except for these guys bite. They’re attracted to tears.”
It was much too hot. That was the very first thing Marietta noticed when she stepped into the fiery lands of Hell. How uncomfortable. You would think after so many millennia of Hell’s existence they would have figured out the heating situation. Yet, as Marietta walked by a group of demons clanging away at some sort of metal contraption and scratching their heads in confusion, she realized they still had a long way to go before some decent air circulation filled this place.
This was Hell. (Literally.) Marietta hated that her cycle of hell was going back up to earth so she could have a chance at redemption only to come back down here and be reminded that there was still no air circulation and there was no escape. It wasn’t her fault that she crossed the road without looking one time and it led to a horse swaying to not knock her over and instead killed an elderly couple. If anything, it was the horse’s fault. Horses were, in fact, evil.
“Hey, Chad,” Marietta muttered as she walked towards her probation officer. What was the point of probation officers anyway? She wasn’t going to get off probation anyway.
“Oh, Marietta! Back so soon? What offed you this time?” Chad glanced down at his papers. “Oh, some spoiled brat took the throne? Don’t worry, he’ll be down here soon. At least they let you keep your head down here. They didn’t even leave a scar from the sword,” Chad squinted at her neck observing it.
“Hey, personal bubble, man.” Marietta took a step back. She crossed her arms. “Also that was cruel of you guys making me go up there with a fear of people. Cruel.”
“That’s Hell, baby,” Chad winked at Marietta. “Anyway. You got a newbie in Lot 666. Run them through the tutorial, I’m busy.”
“Wait all the lots are 66-”
“NEXT!” Chad pulled a lever and Marietta fell through a trap door.
Well this sucks. Marietta thought to herself as she made her way down the street passing by the boring brown houses. Each one was identical. Marietta had half the mind to rip up some grass in at least one lawn if it wasn’t for the fact that she knew there would be hidden razor blades. How else would they get the kids to stay off their neighbor’s lawn?
“666, 666, oh and look at that, 666.” Marietta just kept walking. She knew it wouldn’t be the first house. They would never make it that easy. “Funny joke, guys. So super funny. I can’t stop laughing, even after having this pulled on me 482 times. But who’s counting?”
Then she saw it. A naked woman, walking by herself. Was that… wait a second. Was that Elysia? She would be in Hell. Makes sense. Marietta made her way to Elysia. “I would stop crying,” Marietta said quite plainly. “You’ll attract the Hell Sharks. They’re really annoying buggers. Like… a fly in your house that you keep trying to swat but you keep missing. Except for these guys bite. They’re attracted to tears.”