Desk 33403 sat at the end of a blank, white hallway lined with cold, smooth gelatinous chairs. The desk was round, smooth and hard, and held up a medium sized monitor which had the number 439 displayed in bright red and unlike the others, the chair in the middle was uncomfortable and rough. Sat in this chair was a young woman, no older than twenty, who was slouching against the desk, her head down and brown hair splayed across it. The only noise that filled the space, much to her despair, was her own breathing and the sound of the strawberry gum in her mouth.

Chew. Chew. Chew.

She, among countless others had taken to this fate. A fate decided upon her as soon as she had walked through the doors behind her. A redemption for her past sins on earth, as she had died ten years ago. Having finished her most recent paperwork, all she could do was wait for the number to change.

Miraculously the number on the screen changed immediately. 440. The brunette looked up and pressed the blue button on her right, awakening the woman closest to her from her seemingly eternal slumber. She watched the blonde stand, picking at the gooey remains left from the chair out of her hair, then tentatively walk over to the desk.

"Uhm…" The brunette simply pointed her thumb behind her, towards the double doors. The woman nodded and walked around. The woman at the desk was left to chew her gum and take out the next lot of paperwork.

Amongst the countless adults, in chairs 463 and 464 were two children, twins, aged twelve. They were obviously fraternal, no matter how much they looked alike; both had shaggy brown hair and once tanned skin now pasty white. They were slumped towards each other, eyes closed like everyone else there.

Suddenly, a golden creature appeared, looking around. His eye locked on the brunette at the desk. She almost swallowed her gum. He seemed to scowl, until she looked away, taking hold of her pencil. The triangle-being looked pleased, and turned to the twins in front of him before changing his appearance to one of a human, like them. With a snap of his fingers, the two awoke with a start.

"Wh-Whats…" the boy muttered to himself, putting a hand to his forehead. He looked up at the man before him, staring at him with a single visible eye. He was familiar, but his mind felt fuzzy and unsure. He couldn't remember anything at all.

Meanwhile, the girl simply rubbed her eyes, before taking in her pale complexion. She looked around, noticing that others were the same. She sank slightly in her jelly chair, before looking to her neighbour, then at the man.

"Who are you?" Her curious voice asked him softly.

He had been waiting patiently, as to let them adjust to their surroundings it seemed. He stood tall; a light yellow suit with a golden brick pattern adorned him. He adjusted his eye patch and tugged at his bowtie before speaking.

"Hey, kids," The man spoke, his mouth barely moving. Despite this however, his voice was loud and clear. "How've you been doing?" The children could only stare at him. "Well, aren't you talkative? I'm Bill," - he held out his hand - "Bill Cipher!" When neither of the twins returned the gesture Bill irritably retracted his hand, frowning at them.

"Do we know you?"

"No, not at all!" The blonde man grinned at the two, putting his hands on their shoulders. The two shifted uncomfortably. "Now, you're probably wondering what I'm doing here," He looked towards the double doors and the desk, where the woman was still hurriedly scribbling down notes. The twins followed his gaze. "Back there, that's where you guys will be judged."

"For what?" The girl questioned, only to be shushed by a gloved finger.

"Yeah, what's going on?" The boy asked, his temper rising with every unanswered question.

"Alright," Bill growled at them. "You guys, you're dead. The guys behind that door are gonna judge you, and see whether you go to heaven or hell." The girl immediately put her hand to her chest, as if to feel for a heartbeat that was no longer there. She looked at the boy besides her, who was doing the same. "Now, I'm gonna do you guys a favour, if you guys work for me," - he jabbed his thumb into his chest - "I'll put in a good word in for you!"

"What-" The boy started, almost afraid of the answer. "What's my name?" Bill seemed to think about this before saying,

"Pine Tree," He tipped the boys hat down over his eyes before pointing to his sister. "And you're Shooting Star!"

"Ooh! I like my name, it sounds so pretty!" She rocked back and worth on her wobbly chair, before purposely falling into her neighbour. "What about you?" Pine Tree sighed and looked at her toothy grin.

"Yea, I guess..." He trailed off unsure of Bill's trustworthiness.

"Well, now that we've got that out of the way," Bill held out his hand again. "Deal?"

Pine Tree looked at Shooting Star, and she looked back worriedly. "What do you think?" He felt a certain closeness between them, something that was perhaps left over from their past lives. Shooting Star simply smiled and nodded.

"What if we were bad? I'd rather not spend an eternity down there, would you?" Without waiting for a reply, she turned to the blonde. "Deal!"

"Great, just sign here," He summoned a long contract and pen from somewhere, handing the pen to the girl. As she doodle a star on the dotted line, Bill questioned Pine Tree, "What about you kid? Wanna join your sister?"

"Sister?"

"Ah, you're my brother! Come on bro, do it!" Shooting Star shoved the sleek pen into his hands. He buckled under the pressure, and wrote his 'name' next to the doodle.

"Perfect!" Bill grinned gleefully as he quickly rolled up the contract and snatched the pen from the boy. Bill snapped his fingers, and disappeared in a flash of light.

Sitting at the desk, the brunette was finished with her paperwork. She slowly picked up the phone, rapidly dialled '99898' and waited.

"Yes? T-There was a visitor..."