This is the story of Lazerus from the story Hey You, Electric Blue! By Panda8785. Lazerus is my original character, and she has permission to use my character as I have permission to use her's.

I've always considered myself as exceptional; extraordinary; intelligent, but this? Even I cannot explain. I simply went to be last night after a long day at work, then I woke up here. Question is, where is here? Dang it... my twenty-three-year-old brain may not be able to process this quite yet. It's almost as if I were dead.

"Hello mister." A little girl, with short brown hair and emerald green eyes, walked up to me, curiosity in her eyes, "Are you alright?"

"Huh?" I looked up at her from where I had been sitting. Where are her parents? "Yeah... do you mind telling me where I am?"

She giggled, "How do you not know where you are?"

I sighed, "I come from afar, and I travel with my friends to fight the dragon and claim their home once again as theirs." I laughed under my breath, "The leader of our group mainly seeks the Arkenstone, a white gem with such a radiant glow."

Her curiosity was replaced with amazement, "Wow! If that's the case, you're in Valhalla." She smiled as I grimaced.

"Valhalla?" I spoke slowly, "So, there is an after-life... But I can't be dead! I had so much to live for! I had a future!"

"Not everyone has a future." She spoke quietly, flat-toned.

"What?"

"Nothing~" She chimed, bubbly once again, "You sound like daddy when he's on happy juice."

I raised my head slightly, "Please tell me by 'happy juice' you don't mean whiskey."

"No."

"Good."

"...It's gin."

"... That's even better." I spoke in a sarcastic tone, "Why did I have to die?" I sighed again.

"Um, Mister... you're not dead." She spoke in a soft tone.

"Then why am I in Valhalla?"

"Valhalla is a planet in the ark." She now spoke in a more confused tone, "I can understand how you could think of the Norse belief of the afterlife, but be real."

"The ark?" My head shot up, "Like in Halo?"

"Halo? You mean those ring things?"

"Never mind." I stood up.

"Wait! Where are you going?" She tugged at my arm, "I'm not going to be stuck pulling this charade for nothing."

"I'm going to find out where I am. No offence, but I can't rely on childish imagination for my own life."

"I am not a child." She pouted, obviously angry.

"I'm sure small in size and young in face is classified as a child." I pinched the bridge of my nose, no where close to being able to put up with this quite yet.

"Well then, riddle me this." She sported a huge grin, "My mother was beautiful. Now, my Father grieves, but before her was me... My younger sister, as adorable as she was, is now older than I. Father or thine has created an organization in order to recreate those he had lost, but first he needs soldiers. So tell me, what's going on?"

I began to analyze the situation, "So... That doesn't even make any sense." I sneered, "Like I said, I cannot rely on childish imagination. It's impossible for a younger sibling to be older."

"Daddy doesn't talk about me for a reason. I don't think giving out information would be very wise." She gave a cheeky smile, "Especially giving it away to a child like you."

"I am not!" I shouted, then turned my head forty-five degrees to the left, "What am I doing? I'm arguing with a kid."

"Like I said, I'm not a child~" She sung as she spun a whole circle.

"You're right. You're not a child." I sighed, looking directly at her, "You're a nut."

"Guilty as charged." She laughed, "It's been a glitch in the mainframe. I'm usually better at disguising it."

"I have a feeling you're not going to let me go until I solve this."

"Nope~"

I gave out a sharp exhale, "My mother was beautiful, now my father grieves, but before her was me." I took a pause, trying to process through the given information, "My sister, as adorable as she was, is now older than I. Father has created an organization in order to recreate those he had lost, but first he needs soldiers. So, what's going on."

"Correct." She smiled, standing on her toes.

"And your father doesn't talk about you, but that's not important. You're not asking who you are, you're asking what's going on."

"Mhmm." She nodded. This child's really starting to scare the living heck out of me.

"If you're younger sister is now older," I paused in thought, "You're not human."

"Oh? How so?"

"Well, you're probably an android or something based off of someone else... You're mother's beautiful, now your father grieves, but you died before your mother. That also explains why you're younger sister is older. You're stuck in the same age, but you're sister lived."

"Unfortunately," She ducked her head down a bit, "She doesn't know I exist... I'm kinda scared to approach her, even though she doesn't even know she had an older sister... look at me, I'm rambling."

I sighed again, "So... you're father created an organization in order to recreate those he had lost, which would be both you and your mother. Now I'm stumped. That only sounds familiar from movies... and an internet series."

"...What's your outlook on war?"

"That's a sudden change of topic."

"Please just answer the question." She spoke in a dead-panned tone.

"Well," I sighed, "war's not a good thing, but it's also not bad, either. People fight for a purpose, and whether or not that purpose seems stupid in the future doesn't matter."

"So, who do you find is responsible for war?"

"Responsible?" I shrugged, "Well, the leader is responsible. The soldiers are merely following orders."

"Alright then. You may be interested in this." She pulled out a card with the words Project Freelancer in bold letters, "Project Freelancer is a state of the art endeavor, with one goal in mind: to ensure the security of humanity in a harsh and violent galaxy." She just watched as I took the card out of her hand, "Now, if you ask me, that's a bunch of bull, but you already know that."

"..."

"Hello?" She jumped and waved her hand in front of my eyes, "Dang. The other one acted the same after their breakdown... Are you by any chance related?"

"I-I'm dreaming, right?" I stammered.

"He asked the same thing." She sighed, starting to walk away.

"Wait." I snapped out of my trance, "There's another?"

"Well, he's already back home." She turned to face me, a hint of worry in her face, but it was barely noticeable, "He mastered his ability... or whatever you call it in your universe."

"Can you tell me more about this 'ability' thing?" I practically begged.

"I'm sorry. I'm just the sales woman. You're going to have to buy in order to get more information. If you're afraid of dying on the battlefield, you'd make a god medic."

"... I'll consider it." I spoke cautiously.

"Alright." A smug look grew onto her face, "Hey, there's a disease currently inside of you... don't worry about it. It takes a month to incubate and isn't fatal... for the most part."

"What?!"

"Like I said, don't worry. You'll be fine... I hope." And with that, there was a moment of silence before she continued to walk away.

"Frickin' Psyco." I muttered under my breath.

I hope you liked it! I won't be able to work on this often, what with school work, but I'll be sure to post often enough.