Hey, as you're probably going to infer from reading this chapter, I've based a good chunk of the Purgatory scene from another fanfic based on the JTS pilot concept. The LeagueOfExtraordinaryMorons, in his unfinished JTS fanfic Jimmy Two-Shoes: The Pilot Series, had a great scene detailing Jimmy in the office setting of whatever organization is in charge of dealing out a person's final outcome in the afterlife, and where the administrative-error sending him to Hell takes place. His scene really influenced this chapter, so yes you are going to see a lot of similarities; but I assure you it is from the sincerest form of flattery.

Chapter 2

Going With A Boom

Jimmy had no idea what had happened. "Ouch, my head is killing me." He thought.

For some reason he couldn't move his mouth. Or his arms. He had trouble opening his eyes too. He tried to get up as best he could, even when both his legs burned with pain. When he got to his feet, Jimmy tried to force open his eyes so he could see.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow." It was really tough to get them open. He finally managed to open one slightly and squinted to minimize the pain. For some reason everything seemed to dangle back and forth.

He could make out some sort of room. He definitely wasn't on the road anymore. Everything was really blurry. His entire body was screaming with pain.

"Where am I?" He wondered. He wanted to ask aloud but his mouth just wouldn't open.

Finally after squinted around the room, he made out what looked like a mirror. He hobbled toward it, as much as his legs could carry him and checked himself.

His entire face was bashed in with one of his eyes missing from his head; the other squeezed out of the socket and dangling from his face. His nose and jaw were squished and flattened to the point where no one would be able to recognize him. He couldn't even feel his mouth but from what he saw, many of his teeth were probably missing. He also made out the heavy amount of blood soaked onto his face as well. He couldn't see the rest of his body, but he guessed it was also in equally bad shape.

"What am I gonna do?" He thought panicking. There was no way he could make it to a hospital— not with his banged up legs— but he really didn't want to die either. He tried to spot anyone else in the room who could help him when suddenly he heard a loud POP. He closed his eye by instinct and tried to crouch down. But he then realized something.

"Hey! My body doesn't hurt anymore!" He said aloud excitedly. "Hey, I can speak again! WOOHOO!"

He turned back toward the mirror, which he could see himself in crystal clear now. His head was back to normal, and his eyes and teeth were all back on his face. His arms and legs didn't burn with pain anymore and his face was no longer coated with blood.

"Awesome!" He said elatedly, dancing and smiling around.

"Shhhhhh young man. There are other people here you know."

He turned around and saw a receptionist behind a window. He was in some sort of waiting room. There were other people there— a big crowd in fact— all waiting. He walked up to the receptionist's booth.

"Uh excuse me ma'am. Could you tell me where I am? The last thing I remember is trying to get some le-mon-ade and then I woke up here. And oh yeah," Jimmy remembered, "my friend was with me too."

The receptionist sighed, still typing on her computer. "Here kid, take this." She gave him a pamphlet and a number card. "Come back up here when your number is called out."

"Thank you." Jimmy took the papers and found somewhere to sit. He glanced at the number card. #20,728,653,688.

"Yikes, I hope all those people aren't ahead of me right now." Jimmy said to himself. He looked around the room. There couldn't have been more than 200 people in the crowd. He sighed with relief and then looked at the pamphlet. Your Guide to the Afterlife.

"The afterlife?" Jimmy thought. That was weird. Why would he need to know about the afterlife? He shrugged and flipped to the pamphlet's first page: Acceptance.

Hello and welcome to Purgatory! If you're reading this, then you have experienced the inevitable stage of life called death-

"DEATH?" Jimmy's eyes flashed open widely; he couldn't believe what he had read. There was no way he could be dead. He was alive and kicking. He felt great.

We know you're probably scared and intimidated by the thought of death but please understand that everyone goes through it. The important thing right now is to accept it and move on. If you have doubts about your demise, we suggest holding your hand up to your heart to check.

Jimmy raised his hand to his chest and waited. Nothing. He couldn't feel a thing. No heartbeat, no pulse, no nothing. He pressed harder. He didn't want to believe he was really dead, but he couldn't feel anything beating in his chest. He was on the brink of tears.

We know this is a difficult time for you. You probably had loved ones still alive or dreams still left unaccomplished, but the wonderful thing about death is that your life hasn't ended yet. Even in the afterlife, you're still free to do anything you want.

Jimmy's tears dried up in his tear ducts and he felt a relieved smile creep onto his face. He flipped to the next page: Judgment.

Now that you have accepted your demise, it is time to start reflecting. The choices you've made in life will determine whether you are sent to Heaven or Hell. When your number is called and you move toward the reception booth, the operator will pull up your file and review the history of your time on Earth. Don't worry about any mistakes or bias on the part of the operator though; your file is judged by a bug-proof system wired throughout Heaven, Purgatory, and Hell. It is absolutely fool-proof and secure. Your judgment will be fair and 100% accurate.

Jimmy's worried smile turned into a bright grin. There was no way he could ever be sent to Hell. From what he remembered, he was really good throughout his life. He never hurt anyone or committed any crimes. He liked to help people and make friends. He glanced at the final page: Helpful Advice & Tips.

1. If you think that your death was unfair and untimely, we sympathize with your feelings, but unfortunately your death is irreversible and nonnegotiable.

2. Haggling or trying to choose where you will be staying in the afterlife will not work. The judgment of souls is handled by a celestial electronic system; not by people.

3. Keep in mind you will not be able to contact your living friends and family now that you are deceased. Contact between Heaven and Hell is also prohibited.

4. Your personal religion choice has absolutely nothing to do with your judgment process. There is no need to worry about your personal beliefs messing up your chances of getting into Heaven.

5. Wherever you end up: Heaven or Hell, remember to keep your head up. Life's what you make of it. Same goes for the afterlife.

This made Jimmy smile, ear to ear. He liked that advice. Life's what you make of it. Suddenly he heard a ding and looked up. There, across an electronic banner sign read the numbers 20,728,653,688.

"Guess I'm up next." Jimmy announced. He skipped back to the receptionist booth and gave the lady his number card.

"Alright Mr. uhhh James-." She squinted and leaned in toward her computer monitor. "James… Huh, that's funny. I'm not seeing a last name here. You have a last name kid?"

"Of course I have a last name." Jimmy giggled, "It's… it's a… ummm…"

He couldn't remember! His mind was a complete blank. More blank than usual. He tapped on his head, trying to remember, but it just wouldn't come to him. "I uh, don't think I can remember it." He laughed embarrassedly.

"Don't worry kid; we see this all the time." The receptionist pointed to the monitor. "Says here your cause of death was getting hit by a bus. People who end up dying from painful crashes often get their heads smashed up and can't remember much about their past."

"Dead from getting hit by a bus…?" Then it hit him. He remembered walking with that girl to the bus and then, nothing; then he woke up here. "Oh. I guess that's how I died." He looked down on the floor, a little sad. But then he grinned. "Oh well. Nothing I can do about that now. Besides I can still have fun in the afterlife." He clutched the pamphlet with enthusiasm.

Her eyes rolled. "If I had a nickel for every… oh well. Let's just get go ahead with your judgment young man." She pressed a few buttons and something seemed to be loading on the monitor. The receptionist took a few sips of her coffee. "Relax kid, it just needs a few seconds."

When it was finished loading the receptionist turned the monitor back to her and read the results. "Well let's see her- Oh my…"

Her calm, tired demeanor was replaced with wide eyed shock and disgust. This kid's list of sins was longer than the bags under her tired eyes. Manslaughters, murders, assaults, statuary rapes, batteries, extortions, trafficking, drug use, greed, lust, gluttony, vanity, wrath, sloth, pride, envy; the whole 9 yards. This kid was the walking embodiment of evil.

She took her shocked eyes up from monitor and aimed them at the boy. Jimmy was staring at her with his trademark goofy smile and bright eyes. It seemed he didn't notice the horror on her face.

"Is there something wrong?" He asked with a smile. He wasn't very good at reading body language.

"Oh uh, everything's fine young man." The receptionist squeezed out a nervous smile. This wasn't the first time she had dealt with someone so evil, but this kid was so young! Only 14 years old! "Well the results came back. You'll need to go down that hall, take the first right, and go through the 3rd door."

"Soooo does that mean I passed?" He asked eagerly.

The receptionist continued to smile nervously at the boy. "Yeah kid… you passed."

"Awesome!" His smile widened. He was ready to run toward the hallway when he stopped and slapped his forehead. "Oh I almost forgot! That girl!" He turned back and went to the receptionist, who was scared out of her wits. "Sorry to bother you again but there was a girl who was with me when I, you know, died. Do you know what happened to her?"

The receptionist nervously pulled up her keyboard and started searching. "Uh… yes! Here we go. It says here she died as well. She should be in the waiting room somewhere, but unfortunately you'll have to move on to the hallway now."

She wanted to get the kid out of there as quickly as possible. She wondered if the boy had purposely pulled the girl in front of the bus. "With a rap sheet this long, I wouldn't be surprised." She thought.

Jimmy squinted his eyes and looked into the crowd of people. He didn't see the girl and the receptionist was trying to get him to move on.

"Oh well, I'm sure I'll see her later. There's no way she could go to Hell. She was way too small and nice." Jimmy assured himself.

He took off toward the hallway and the receptionist breathed a sigh of relief. "Glad he's gone. Well, good luck to him… I guess. He'll definitely need it." The receptionist then went back to her coffee and called the next person up.

Jimmy ran down the hallway and then slowed down to look around. There were hundreds of doors, but thank goodness his was nearby. While he was walking, he wondered if they had lemonade in Heaven. He really wanted to treat that girl to some —to make up for killing her.

The 3rd door after taking the first right down the hallway looked like all the other doors. Shiny wooden brown, carved with indents, and a gleaming brass doorknob. "Ooooh so shiny." Jimmy could even see his reflection in it. "Still handsome." He beamed, smoothing his blond cowlick back and smiling.

He hunched over and reached for the doorknob. The instant he touched it, the floor opened up underneath him. He plunged downward; the sound of his voice cut off from the echoing hallway the moment the floor closed back up again.