Note To Reader: Thank you for reading the next chapter! This is where the story actually begins to reveal itself, if you have any question or have found any contradictions I have written myself into, I'd be more than happy to comment on or explain them, considering I believe this story to have such a strange concept... Well, I hope you enjoy!

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"Dammit my head…" He groaned, eyes fluttering open behind orange lensed goggles.

"Welcome!" Chirped a blonde haired woman.

"Welcome? Welcome to what?" He growled.

"Welcome to your After World, home of your After-life!" She smiled, her flawless charm unappealing to him at the moment. "Now, your name sir? I must enroll your to our job, housing and feeding schedules."

"My name? Where the hell am I?!" He yelled in a panic, realizing his arms, legs and neck was under some sort of invisible restraint. "What IS this!?"

"Sir, please calm down. I'm sure you have several questions to ask, but they will all be explained in due time. Now your name, please." Charm level, 70%.

"My Name?" He looked around the sterile white room. It was small and not unlike an experimentation lab. Though he was fully clothed, he felt exposed and completely defenseless. 'My name… My name… What is my name?!… God my head is killing me!" He looked over at the woman who was now glaring back at him, strumming her fingers on the counter in front of a small, shiny laptop melodically. Charm level, 50%

"Yes. Sir. Your name." She rolled her eyes. Charm level, 30%.

"I don't know… But my head…" He groaned as the dull pain under a mess of hair began to increase and move towards his forehead.

"You don't know your name?" She asked, narrowing her eyes and looking at him as if he was growing an extra nose. "Sir, how did you die? Please just tell me, it would make this a whole lot simpler…" Charm level, 15%, and decreasing by the second… 14%, 13%…

"I don't know…" He admitted.

The once cheery woman huffed as she walked over to him, the clicking of her high heels echoing in the tiny space. She took his wrist and flipped it over. There she found a pattern of numbers. "3264002…"He eyes widened as she read the last few. "500…3… Jonathan…." She bit her lower lip as she walked back to the computer and typed in the number. "Y-Your… Strange… You don't have a last name… Matt." Her whole demeanor changed with in seconds; first cheery, then irritated, upset, now finally strictly business. Something was up. "You where shot to death… 27 times… Shot in the head once, though it missed your memories, so that's good, then… Ahh… Here it is. You fell, hitting your head on the back of your car… This must've given you amnesia. So at least it's temporary. You where pronounced dead carrying the clothing you have on now, half a pack of camel cigarettes, a red and black lighter, a black Nintendo DS Light, along with the games Pokémon Diamond, Super Mario 64 DS New Super Mario Bros and Final Fantasy IV. Wow, you were quite the gamer…" She said, her voice un-amused. "All these items remained on your person through the transformation, as did, obviously, your clothing."

"O-oh… Ok then… Wh-"

A low hum interrupted him as a nearby printer spat out a piece of paper. "Here's your schedule, this contains your new home and your job schedule for the next week, you will automatically be mailed a new one each week… And… Well seeing as you aren't crazy, I'll just turn this… off…" The woman's nails clicked on the keys of her computer and the dull pressure on Matt's arms, legs and neck instantaneously disappeared. She handed him his schedule and muttered to him as she brusquely left the room. Our administrator will be with you shortly…"

She left the room, the door slamming behind her. Matt scanned the bare room once more. 'I… died?' He thought, running his fingers through his thick russet hair. 'I don't remember it though… So did it really happen? Is this some kind of stupid dream?' Matt wracked his brain to remember something… Anything… Nothing. 'Ok, so what do I know… 'My name is… Matt? It sound like the obvious answer… But not the right one, though I feel as if I should answer to it… I'm… How old? Hell, I don't even know my own age…'

"Poor girl… She just realized her husband's number was replaced…" The door behind him opened as the woman entering the room spoke to an associate. She was an older looking woman, maybe in her mid-40's, she reminded mat of some sort of caring mother that should be placed on a daytime reality T.V show. "Hello Matt, I see Cindy has already provided you with your schedule…" She said, looking at the small packet in his hands. He raised it dully in response. "Excellent! My name is Niomi Weathers and I well be introducing you to your new life." He tone was not unlike that of a tour guide. "I'll begin by telling you our world here is similar, yet very different from what you're used to. For starters, instead of having an every day career, you will have a different job daily, starting immediately tomorrow. You will not receive a varying payment, but a steady $1,000 a month, you will not have rent or utility expenses on your house and you will receive a meal card which supplies you with 3 meals, of your choosing, a day. Any extra snacking foods, entertainment systems and items of luxury will come from your monthly pay. You will receive a vehicle, the one from your previous self, which in your case I believe is a 1968 Cherry red Comaro.

Everyone here speaks on language, Machellen, which is what we are speaking currently; this creates a simpler, and more enjoyable, environment for everyone. Our currency here is similar in appearance and value to the American dollar, again for easier communication. Everyone is given a number on the back of his or her wrist; the number is basically insignificant other than to identify you. As one person passes from this world to the next, their number is recycled and given to the next person to enter our world; their information replacing the last, and so on… Well, there is a lot more to it, but I do believe it would be simpler for the both of us if you ask me any questions you may have."

Matt's head whirled as he attempted to take in. Though information that was just fed to him was the only information he could remember, it seemed to be fighting for space in his brain against some sort of unreachable mass. He figured these to be his forgotten memories. One thing that she said stood out to him as odd. "Passing from one world to the next?… You mean like dying? Or… Like… Like a game? Leveling up?"

She offered a pleasant smile, "You could consider it either. How long you spend in this world depends on how you lived your life back on Earth. Since you died at a young age, you are simply continuing your life here and can expect to live up until around 60, give or take a few years depending on acts of kindness or criminal actions. After you 'die' here, you go onto the next, and final world. This is a world of complete ignorance. You begin to become unaware of everything around you, and, eventually, your own body. It's a completely painless transition and you slowly begin to deteriorate from existence, but this of course takes several decades after arriving at the world of universal bliss. We even have contact to them, but it's quite hard to keep up an intelligent conversation with them, depending on the amount of time they've been there."

Life. After-life. Bliss Life… This all seemed like some screwed up game to Matt. What was the purpose? Though thinking it to be ridiculous, he humored her and asked more questions. "So this world seems like its here just to make everyone happy, right? What about crimes? Robbery? Kidnapping?"

Again, she smiled sweetly at him. He didn't like it, she seemed too happy. "And that, my dear, is what makes it so wonderful here. We have no need for police officers or jails, because we have been lucky enough to have no criminals. There is no need. Drugs have no effect here, everyone is fed and paid, no one causes trouble, and we simply mind our own lives of entertainment."

'Damn, no crime. Man, Mello's going to hate this place… Mello? Who is that… He's a friend… He was head of a Mafia… He has a scar… He often dressed in drag… But I can't remember where or how I met him…' Matt pondered;" And everyone comes here?"

"Yes sir, every last person who dies on earth is transported directly here." She chimed.

'Something tells me he will be following me here shortly… Maybe he'll know more about me…' Matt sighed at his inner thoughts. "I… I think I've got it…"

"Great! See? It's not too different from Earth, just a few improvements here and there." She smiled, walking over to the laptop. "Now, I will send you to your house and you are free to continue on with your life! If you ever have any questions, simply call the number on your wrist. Someone will happily assist you. Well, I guess this is goodbye, Matt. It was nice meeting you! Have a nice life!" She said in a sing song-y voice, typed in a few things on her keyboard, and Matt was blinded by blackness.

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