(Hello and Welcome to chapter 3 of this long overdue story! Remember? Firion's friend Keith [my Male Main Character in the game] disappeared, and now Firion is in Gregory's Hotel! And he just found out Keith was in the hotel! So, here's Death's body given and we are re-introduced to Judgement Boy! He's my second Favorite, coming after the little kitty who makes a cameo in this chapter and will play a role in the next: NEKO ZOMBIE! Have fun reading, and please review!)

Chapter 3
Do You Know His Name?

Firion was at the lobby on the first floor, sitting on the chair facing the 'entrance' to the Hotel. He had his eyes half-closed due to three things: He was analyzing the exit, inspecting the body Death gave him, and was half-asleep due to being woken up at 5AM. Or at least he thought it was 5AM, as it was still dark outside.

"Do you know my name?"

"Uhhznorrrtwhat?" Firion snorted himself awake as he glanced around the lit lobby. "Oh great, now I'm hearing things… Please don't tell me there are ghosts here or dead skeletons that want my body or something…"
Firion looked around and noticed a clock behind the registration counter.
"5:10AM… Hooo…"

"JUDGAMANT!"

"Waaah!" Firion screamed as a set of scales dropped down from the ceiling (which actually contains openings specifically designed for this particular character but is invisible to other characters). He fell back along with the chair he sat on.

"Greetings, young wanderer! Doooo yooooouuuu knoooooowwwww my naaaaaaaa-where are you?" The Scales, which hung from a chain attached to the ceiling, asked, but was interrupted as Firion wasn't where he thought he would be.
"Down here, creepy… singer… uh scales?" Firion muttered in pain as he pushed himself up, his head reaching the bottom weight ball of the hanging scale. "Uh… Hi?"
"Hey there, young friend!" The red-and-orange Scales bellowed with friendliness in his voice. "You're tall! Well, taller than the last one! Er, a bit tall actually."
"You're talking about Keith, right?" Firion asked, crossing his sausage-like arms across his chest as he stood.
"Keith? Oh, THAT was HIS name! Yes! I know now! You're a close friend of his!"
"I wouldn't say close, but you've got friend down, uh… Mr?" Firion stifled a yawn and asked his name.
"Do you know my naaaaaaaammmmmmmeeeeeee? Judgment Boy!" Judgement Boy answered him with a musical hymn that Firion guessed would soon be stuck in his head.
"Okay, Judgement Boy…" Firion replied after rubbing his hand against the side of his head to see if his ears were functioning. He was glad they did. "Would you help me out?"
"I can give you one of my Special Judgamants!"
"Judgamant? Oh Judgment…" Firion said then thought, "Pronunciation fun. Great! I'm working for Mr. I'm-From-Sweden Death and found a friend in a singing guy who loves his name! Do you know his naaaame? Christ!"
"Just bring me a symbol of your trouble and I'll start right away!" The Scaled Boy said with a friendly grin.
"JUDGEMENT!" He screamed before spinning upward and disappearing into the ceiling.
"Hey my room's up there, don't destroy it, 'kay?" Firion called.
"Watch out for Catherine by the way! She has a fetish for blood!"
"Oh great!" Firion said to himself as he stretched, fully awake now. "It's better than some chef with a HUGE knife and anger issues… Or a sparkly vegetarian. No wait EVERYTHING is better than a sparkly vegetarian."
Firion glanced around as he made his way to the west side of the hotel. "It probably would have done me better to remember my room number… But it's pretty easy: the room beside the Golden Door on the right side. I think…"
"I should give credit to Death, this body's pretty nice," Firion muttered as he gave himself one more quick inspection. He was indeed tall, around four good blocks tall (in reality he is 6'3". Do you recall your main character in the game? Firion is one head taller). He wore a striped blue shirt and long, black pants with one back pocket. It used to contain a cleaning cloth similar to a handkerchief but thinner as well as a small cross, but Firion had taken them off and left them in his room.
"Now… What to do here?"

Firion stood now in front of a huge metal door. From inside he heard footsteps and what he thought was… a cat's meow.
"I'm hungry… Is it dinner yet?"