A/N: Again, sorry to anyone named Gregory.
Chapter Three: The Revealing of Gregory
"I, er, um…" the little creature faltered, clearly caught of guard. The haze at the bottom of his waste shimmered weirdly, and Voldy assumed it to be the conscience equivalent of someone shuffling their feet embarrassedly.
However, Voldy was never a conscientious person in life, and he sure as heck (or should I say, hell, stupid death pun intended) wasn't in death.
"Welllllllllllllllllll????????" he said impatiently.
"Oh, stop it, this is very hard for me to admit," the creature snapped. "Well, my name is…" he coughed and said it very quietly. "Gregory."
"There, was that so bad?" Voldy said in a mock voice of a nurse who had just given a kid a shot.
"Yes, it was!" Gregory hissed. "It's an old family name. I hate it."
"It's better than Tom," Voldy muttered.
"Tommmmmmmmm?" Gregory shrieked, near hysteria. "What's so bad about Tom?!"
"Nothing, until I discovered that someone shared my name!" Voldemort shouted. "I couldn't bear to have any similarities to anyone at all! I wanted to be different! I still do! Besides, my wretched father, the one who abandoned my mother before I was born, the one who abandoned me, the one who was a, a Muggle," he spat the word out like it had a filthy taste, "and the one I killed!" He paused, expecting some grand emotional breakdown from Gregory, saying how he never knew and that he was sorry.
Instead, he got applause. Sarcastic applause, that is.
"Charming. Bra-vo." Gregory said, bored. "FYI: I know all that you did, all that you thought. I'm you're conscience, remember? I just can't understand your reasoning. I couldn't then, I can't now, and I probably never will. Now can we keep moving? You need to see the rest of Hell so you can start your manual labor."
"Manual labor?" Voldy did not like the sound of that.
"Just keep moving and don't ask any more questions, Tom."
"Will do, Gregory."
Gregory glared at Voldy. Voldy glared at Gregory. They glared at each other.
Gregory turned and floated down the hall.
Voldy followed. But an evil, insane, manic, twisted grin slowly spread across his face. Gregory would make an excellent sidekick. This could work.
And little did Voldy know, but Gregory was thinking the exact same thing.