My other is serious so this one had been regulated to be weird. Enjoy some beyond the grave mayhem. Oh and don't forget to review.
Death Annoying
"Hey, you're dead too, well imagine that." Spike Spiegel groaned as something was repeatedly jabbed into his cheek. After staying motionless for a few moments he bit out a curse and grabbed the object poking him. The thing squirmed wildly then bit him.
His eyes flew open as he bellowed in pain. Hovering above him was a miffed looking girl of seventeen; dark black hair framed her delicate face. The object he was holding was her hand and what was biting him were her long nails.
"What do you want?" he demanded angrily, releasing her hand. He glanced around and saw a bunch of oddly contorted sheep grazing in the blue field surrounding them. "Where the hell are we?"
"Nothing and we're dead so, technically, this is the afterlife," she informed him with a contented smile. "Now, then come along, you don't want to get caught out here when those sheep see the midday moon."
"What?" he asked in confusion. Was it only him or was the girl making no sense at all? Dead? He could believe that, but he just couldn't quite wrap his mind around the strange place they were in.
"They go boom," she told him with a cheerful laugh.
"Right…"
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Spike lifted the spoonful of soup to his mouth and then nearly dropped it as a huge explosion shook the ground about him. Overhead the midday moon glowed with milky resplendence and across from him the girl, Ari, calmly ate her own lunch.
"That's the sheep," she told him as she took another bite of her purple sandwich. "I don't know why they do that." He muttered something and ate his soup, ignoring the girl who had decided to tell him her entire life story.
Three hours and eight bowls of soup later she finished with her death, something about a horrible flower arranging accident. He honestly didn't want to know, but she gave him all the gory details and he then wished he hadn't had so much soup.
"So are you the only one here?" he asked, attempting to forget about his churning stomach.
"Of course not you're here now," she told him brightly, her constant smile was beginning to frighten him.
"I mean is there anyone else besides you and me?" he inquired. Mentally he was banging his head against a wall. What was with her? Did one's IQ drop a hundred points when you died? Or was this normal for her.
"Uh huh," she nodded. "The sheep."
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