I don't own ME, or any other game elements used in this fic. Sadly if I owned ME, the ending would have been different.
Waking up in en endless expanse of nothing is not something I expected to do today, or ever for that matter.
Well, most people don't expect to die on their birthday either, but it happens all to time too. How long have I been sitting here now, anyway? Minutes? Hours? God, I'll go insane at this rate.
"Nathaniel Parker?" A voice! I swerve around to look for whatever made the sound, still nothing but empty black space though. "Are you Nathaniel Parker?" The voice echoes again, almost demanding an answer.
"Yea, and you know after panicking for however long, and then just sitting here and pondering I think the surprise effect has worn-off really." Shouting at the top of my lungs and a disembodied voice, first sign of insanity… Well I was talking to myself earlier too.
"Ah, good. Just give me a sec." Furrowing my brow at the change of tone, I couldn't help but be surprised when light began to filter into the void. Slowly, a room became visible around me.
There was a simple desk with chairs on both sides, wood floor with a rug on it, and several pictures of seemingly random things on the wall. But what caught my attention was the young woman barely shorter than me.
"Okay….. I told myself I wouldn't be surprised, but who the hell are you?" I ground out in annoyance as she waved me off. "Jeez, you think dead people would be more grateful."
"Of course, because sitting in a void for an unknown amount of time in pleasant." Might have been heavy on the sarcasm there, but from the look of embarrassment on her face apparently I wasn't supposed to be there that long.
"It's not my fault! I was busy, I'm only a part timer!" I blinked at that exclamation, wait… Part… Timer?
"But...I'm dead. Aren't you supposed to be death or something?" The girl begins muttering things to herself before sighing.
"Well Death can't handle everything, so there's other people who work here too." She said it so simply as if it was normal, maybe I am insane and this is just my mind playing tricks on me. Or I'm in some sort of crazy nightmare.
Time to find out. "Crap." Okay, pinching works, its real.
"Take a seat, please." The young woman motioned as she sat down on the opposite side of the desk.
"Recently there's been an influx here, and I hate to say it but your paperwork was lost."
My confusion must of been evident since she answered the question I was thinking of. "Yes, we have paperwork here too, keeps order."
"Now, since you're dead and we can't return you to your world, we're left with several options." I wave for her to continue as she pulls some papers out of a drawer and looks them over.
"Option one, we keep you here until your paperwork is found, if it's not found your stay will be indefinite and you'll be assigned work here." She glanced up at me, as I thought it over.
"Please, tell me the other options are better." Anything was better than being stuck in an office all the time.
"Option two, we take your body and breath life back into before dropping you in a place of our choice. Option consists of potential memory loss." She grins at me before sighing as she pulls out the another paper.
"Now, Death also took an interest in your lack of paperwork, so there's a third option. We place you in the care of our agent and you get to help prevent the annihilation of all life in a realm."
The woman's face was unreadable as she sat there, she simply stared back at me while holding the papers. "So… can you give me more information on the third option?"
"You'll get to keep your memories, you'll need them. Second of all, due to your accident and the way you died, the agent there will be repairing damage to you body extensively. So look forward to being a bit stiff and sore. And learn to drive better." She grinned as I scowled back at her.
"Oh come on, you try not getting hit by a swerving car only to get hit by another from behind. Lose-lose situation." She was putting the papers back in her desk before and rummaging for something else.
"Okay, since we can't really send you end without something to help here's what we'll do. Ah ha!"
"What now?" I felt ignored as she simply ran out a door, leaving me alone. Well, she's coming back…. Right?
Slumping down in the chair after several minutes had passed, I let out a rather large sigh. This was almost as bad as the void thing from earlier, but at least now I had things to look at actually.
"Well, she didn't say I had to stay here… and there's a door there." Muttering to myself, I grinned slightly as I hopped up and made my way to the door. "Might as well look around."
Opening the door, I didn't expect to see a behemoth of a man standing behind it. Bulging muscles and a stern facial expression greeted me, the suit he wore would have been appealing if the sleeves had not been removed.
"Dis him, right?" I looked down beside him as he looked downward. "Yep, so think you can swing that favor for me big guy?" Don't tell me he's helping me, he looks like he'd kill me.
"Da, will take good care of problem." Paling as he literally picked me up by the back of my shirt I stared back at the small woman who was 'supposedly' helping me.
"Buh-bye, you take care now!" I returned the cheerful farewell with a weak wave and even weaker smile.
"Let's see, paper say you go through door two-five-six. Da, good for you. Fun plenty there." I simply watched as we passed various doorways, offices filled with other people in suits talking to more people one-on-one.
I felt a slight jerk as me abruptly stopped as a blank door with a keypad. "No worries, Olaf make sure to toss gently." Wait, toss?! "What the hell are you doing."
"Now, Olaf, has contacted agent there, will be well cared for." The large man was keying something into the pad and I could only watch numbly as the blank door gained a number on the front of it reading '254'.
"Now, no screaming, last guy hurt Olaf's ears." The giant said simply as he hit the unlock button at the bottom of the pad. "Excuse me, but the door says two-five-four." I told the man as he reached for the handle.
"Da, two-five-four."
"That looks like a black hole." I pointed weakly at the swirling vortex behind the door as I looked at Olaf.
"Da, theatrics of Death. Previous door too…. 'pretty', I think." Was the gruff reply I received, before I was lifted higher off the ground and pull away from the door.
"Brace self, ride could be bumpy." I felt myself pale as the world moved around me and with an almighty roar, the large man threw me forward.
"Wait, two-five-four, Tucker's door." Olaf muttered to self after the door snapped shut. "Augh, paperwork be hell. Just put Tucker in two-five-six. Problem solved." The big man turned with a grin and left.
So, started this relatively late and I've been busy lately. I'm working on redo-ing the FE fic I was working on and my job has been hectic along with bad health. But cheers, anyway I'm gonna be typing up some stuff at work from now on while at lunch. So there's that.
Anyway a simple and short prologue, a thousand words is decent I guess. I hope to make longer chapters later so I'll see you guys around. Might be posting a second chapter today if I can iron out some stuff.