Stupid deaths! Stupid deaths! They're funny cause it's true!
WOO!
Stupid death! Stupid death! Hope next time it's not you!
HEHE!
"You had to wear that today? I thought you looked only 20 years younger, not 5 days younger. Whatever. NEXT!" Death called out
A man entered the room. He had short dirty blonde, spiky hair, with sharp teeth. He had scorched marks on his face. What stood out was a black suit that covered nearly his entire body from the jugular down with a bit of it attached to the back of his cranium. The tight suit he wore had a spider-like symbol on his chest and claws.
"And you are?" He asked him.
"I'm Eddie Brock Jr., A.K.A Venom from 2007's Spider-Man 3." He said.
"I can already tell that you had it rough. Let me guess, you died at the hands of Spider-Man by him shooting webs out of his butt?" Death asked before laughing.
"No, but my death did have something to do with him." Eddie sneered before the symbiote took over. "He blew us up." He continued.
"Ah yes. I've heard of your kind. Symbiotes. Quite the interesting species you are. Alright then, give it to me." Death said.
"It all began when Spider-Man's alter ego Peter Parker constantly outworked my progress for The Daily Bungle. I lost my job and decided to pray for Peter's death. At first, I thought my prayers were answered, but my life changed so much better when I met the symbiote named Venom. We worked together with, Flint Marko, the Sandman, to kill him. All was going well until Harry Osborn showed up and helped Peter expose my weakness: soundwaves." Eddie explained.
"What? Did he use a sound gun, or a fire alarm to make you die?" Death asked with a raised eyebrow.
"More like metal beams." He answered.
"Ooh! Even better. Go on." Death said.
"When the symbiote began to get weaker and his grip got weaker, I was exposed. Peter pulled me away and prepared to throw a pumpkin bomb at him." Eddie continued.
"Mhm! And!" Death demanded while getting excited.
"I shouted at him to not do it. I jumped to the symbiote to let him absorb me, the bomb exploded, and I disintegrated." Eddie finished while looking at his scorched suit.
"AAAHHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHA! You died from your own lust for that suit!? I guess you crashed and burned in the end!" Death yelled while laughing more, and Eddie was getting angrier. "Let me just consult with the judges…HAHA I know, I know! And…oh shut up Louie. That's two yeses, you're through to the afterlife." He spoke.
"Appreciated, otherwise I would have to eat you." Eddie said before turning away.
"Can't kill death!" Death yelled before Eddie vanished and he was still laughing. "Ah…good man he probably was. If he wasn't such a stick in the mud, he'd be a good husband, father, and more. NEXT!" He called out.
A man stepped forward. He had spiked light blue hair and very defined facial features. He has a rather soulless stare that makes him more like a zombie. He wore a gray, long-sleeve black shirt with a grey vest with the letter 'G' on the heart. He wore long pants with similar themes to his shirt and vest with gray shoes.
"Oh goodness! Who are you!? King Tutt's emo descendant!?" Death asked with a disgusted look.
"No. My name is Cyrus, leader of Team Galactic from the Pokémon anime series." He said in a soft, yet menacing voice.
"Well, someone didn't wake up on the right side of the deathbed. Alrighty, spill the beans." Death said while getting comfortable.
"I wouldn't get too comfortable. It all began when I was learning how much the universe had created. And all I saw was filth, incomplete, and non-perfect beings. A scholar to many, I decided to work behind the scenes of trying to find a way to create a new universe with myself being the creator, becoming a God in the process." Cyrus began.
"Oooh! Interesting. I'm all ears because I know this is gonna end well." Death said.
"So I started creating Team Galactic, recruiting those that were worthy of the task. All the while, I found my perfect solution: The Lake Guardian Trio, the Creation Trio, and how they are connected. I have devised a way to accomplish just that. I tasked my top agents and commanders to collect the items and the guardians for the task. The guardians created a special Red Chain that would bind the deities of Time and Space. With the power of the Lustrous Orb and the Adamant Orb, and the chain that was created, Dialga and Palkia, the deities themselves fell right into my trap on top of Mt. Coronet, the mountain that the legends started.
"And you overestimated their power, and one of them aged you to dust, or warped space around you to death!?" Death assumed.
"No, but their powers did bring the end of me at the top of the mountain. While using the Spear Key to open a gateway to the Spear Pillar, it was there that I used the power of the two orbs to summon Dialga and Palkia. With their powers, I have successfully created my whole new universe. As it expanded, everything went wrong when they broke free of my chains, but the portal was still big enough for me to go through, claiming that universe as my own." Cyrus continued.
"And!?" Death asked.
"The portal closed, leaving me there. Dialga and Palkia used their signature moves on the portal, destroying it and me in the process." He finished.
"BAAHAHAHAHAHA! You died from creating your own universe and the creators destroyed it!? Oh! The irony of that! Talk about being spaced out!" Death yelled happily while Cyrus looked like he wanted to kill someone. "That's three yeses, you're through to the afterlife." He said.
"A wise decision. I'll find other ways. You'll see." Cyrus said before vanishing.
"Ahh…that man needs a new hobby. Maybe he should take up teaching at a university…? Nah, that's dumb. NEXT!" Death called out.
Stupid death! Stupid death! Hope next time it's not you!
HEHE!
