"Instead of heaven or h-l, when you die, you find yourself in the room of a six year-old girl who invites you to join her tea party. It soon dawns on you, you're her imaginary friend!" - writing-prompt-s, Tumblr
Hit opened his eyes. The last thing he remembered was being erased, but this wasn't... It wasn't nothingness. It seemed to be the bedroom of a girl. At a small table sat a little human, about six years old. She grinned at him, not scared at all.
"Hullo mister! Would you like to join my tea party?" she asked. Hit nodded, trying to figure out where he had ended up. He sat down, and the girl passed him a little cup that was empty. He glanced at her, confused. She laughed. "It's pretend silly!"
"I see," he replied. He pretended to drink from it and listened to her babble to her stuffed animals.
"Oh, almost forgot! My name's Isabelle Brenda Peyton! I also go by Izzy!" she said.
"My name is Hit."
"Just Hit?"
"Yes."
"Will you be my friend Hit?" she asked. Hit thought for a minute, then nodded.
The door opened, and a woman looked in. She seemed to overlook Hit somehow.
"Who are you in here talking to Isabelle?" she asked.
"I'm talking to my new friend Hit!" Isabelle said, pointing across the little table to Hit. The woman followed her finger but looked right past Hit. She smiled and pretended that she saw him.
"Well, would Hit like to join us for dinner?" she said in the "I don't think he exists but I'll go along with it so you're happy" tone. Isabelle looked up at Hit, and he nodded.
"Hit wants to eat dinner too!" she declared. Her mother (or at least Hit assumed the woman was Isabelle's mother) smiled.
"Alright, I'm making spaghetti." The woman left the room. Isabelle looked up at Hit.
"She's different from my old momma," she confided. Hit tilted his head.
"She's not your mother?"
"She's my new momma. I was taken from my old momma because she used needles a lot," Isabelle explained. Hit's eyes widened.
"I see. Is she nice to you?"
"Yep! Much nicer than my old momma!"
"Isabelle, dinner's ready!" the woman called. As Isabelle ran from the room, Hit promised to himself that he'd protect this little girl.