"AAAAHH," he cried out in agony, as the flail was dragged across his back again. this was the umpteenth time it had hit him, in he doesn't know when. He couldn't remember anything beyond the pain, suffering and misery, all churning together in a sea of insanity that many drown in. He looked down at the slightly reddish cement ground around him, stained with blood, meat, and pieces of flesh. His flesh.
The pain was indescribable , immeasurable, and unutterable, but he deserved it. He deserved to have all the flesh removed from his back, leaving nothing left except a large, quivering piece of exposed meat. Then the fire would come.
The being holding the flail would ignite it on fire, and drive into his back, the fire biting into him like a rabid hound. He would cry out in pain, the tears mixing with the pool of blood around his hand and knees. Then the creäture would heal him, clothes and all, stopping the bleeding but not the pain. Oh no, he deserved pain, just like the others. The It would slam the device into his back all over again.
He looked out over the landscape. He was in his home town, a bustling metropolis, surrounded by many homes. But that was the other side. Our protagonist was on the side were punishment runs rampant, and those who have done wrong in the other world are given what they deserved here.
He could see far over the tops of the buildings, and could watch as the newbies arrived. Every year more came, and the beings like the one punishing him would go to work.
They would plow through the newbies, ripping them up as soon as they arrived. Most often, they where brought by a large boat, like he had, and the bottom would drop open, dumping them onto the cracked and reddish black top. Some would cry, others would run, bargain, beg for forgiveness, but it all fell on deaf ears. They did there crimes, and were paying for it, just like him.
But he was accepting it. If this is the price he has to pay, then he'll pay it with interest. All for … what was her name. He felt a pang of fear. Genuine fear, not the kind these demons give him. That name was his raft, his island, the only thing keeping him from drowning in the sea of insanity that surrounds him. The place that envelops all in a feeling of despair, no love or happiness too be seen for miles. Our boy, is in Hell.
"You'll never escape, unless you make a deal," the demon said as he kicked him off the hospital roof where he died. As he fell, he searched through his memory off pain, so deep that he didn't even remember his own name, but he didn't need to. All he had to do was remember some one else's, and it would all flow through him. Feelings he had long forgotten, happiness, joy, hope…love, all lost in his turbulent ride through this world.
He hit the ground with a multiple bone shattering force. And it came to him. The name of the most beautiful girl he had ever known. Someone he had loved from the day the met, all the way to when he died. It was because of here that he was there, and was still able to hold onto his sanity.
He actually smiled as he spoke her name.
"Mabel," Dipper Pines said.
I know, I know. What the hell big Z dippers in hell? Why? Well if your asking the latter, I would say you're not the brightest. And I know some of you are gonna be mad at me for being a hypocrite since I hate pinedeath, but, I don't hate it if the twin that died comes back! Huh, huh? And how will dipper come back, well, if I get three reviews saying I should tell you guys, then you'll find out.