Fics like no one said the afterlife would be like this

“We’re leaving, mate,” he said. “Did you want to come with us this time?” “You’re a wrong’un,” came the muffled retort. “You’ve got to be so bored by now,” Phil said, a little bit of exasperation leaking into his voice. “Are you sure?” “I hate you,” said the blonde guy in the corner. He was curled up on himself, knees pulled to his chest, face buried in his arms, but Phil could imagine the scowl on his face. “Uh huh,” Phil said. “Food’s still in the chest by the door. Don’t open the door at midday unless you want to boot up the cooling system. And if you mess with the runic imparter again you better be prepared to fix it this time.” “I hope somebody stabs you. Through the chest. With a big sword.” “Have a good day,” Phil said, and shut the door. Or: Tommy dies in prison, and wakes up in an alternate reality. Wandering adventurers Phil and Techno aren’t entirely sure they’re equipped to handle this.

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