Haha, okay so I kind of cheated. I know this is supposed to be a story based on the pilot, but I used a little tidbit of info from Season 2 of the show to fill in a gap. In "The Clean Sneak", Jimmy revealed his address as 26 Misery Street. I know there's no way the pilot would have this little fact, but I thought it would be nice if I could use an actual address for his house.

Chapter 4

Home Sweet Home

Jimmy walked around, taking in the sights. It seemed the walkway's staircase had dropped him right in the center of Miseryville's downtown area. There were monsters everywhere. In fact, he couldn't see any humans at all.

"Gee, I wish I knew where to go."

He looked around past the busy looking crowds of monsters and saw a booth. Information Center.

He ran down the street and up to the front. No one was stationed in the booth, but there were loads of maps and pamphlets. He grabbed a handful and opened one of the pamphlets: Welcome to Miseryville.

Hello and welcome to Miseryville! You have been unfortunate enough to land in the most hellish spot in the entire universe. For the rest of your eternal life, you can expect worry, pain, anguish, suffering, and misery. If you are not sure how to start your new life here, flip to page 7.

Jimmy flipped through the pamphlet, eager to begin his new life.

The first step to your new life is securing a home. There are apartments all over the city, but normally only people with stable jobs and income can afford them.

Jimmy fumbled through his pocket and took out all his money. "$2.00. That isn't much." He said, momentarily losing his smile. He looked back up in the pamphlet.

If you don't have any previous job experience and not a lot of money, then getting a house in the suburbs will be the next best thing. They still cost money, but you don't have to pay rent every month and you have an eternity to pay off the debt.

That sounded great to Jimmy. It could be just like his old suburban home back on Earth. He unfolded one of the maps and took a look. He was in the middle of downtown Miseryville, and he needed to go up north toward the suburbs. Jimmy turned his head northward.

The first thing he saw, overlooking the entire city, was a monstrously huge factory with a tall, menacing concrete fence surrounding it and a large dome at its center. The dome appeared to look like a monster's face, with three circular window 'eyes' and a series of long connecting windows at the entrance in the shape of sharp teeth. It had six pillars, 3 in each side of the dome, shooting up smoke and flames, blackening the sky with smog.

"Whoa, awesome." He gawked with amazement. He had never seen a place that big before. To the average citizen of Miseryville, that menacing building brought fear and trouble. But not Jimmy. It attracted him like a moth to bright light.

He thought about taking a bus into the suburbs, but then he remembered what happened to him before. "Maybe I should avoid buses for awhile." He laughed sheepishly. Besides, walking would give him a chance to see around the city. He took off in a flash, heading toward the factory.

He couldn't help but stare at all the monsters on his way. There were furry monsters, scaly monsters, flying monsters, miniature monsters, all with horns or extra eyes or razor teeth, and all in different shapes and colors.

"That must be so cool." He thought. "To have razor sharp teeth or extra eyes and feet, or have cool looking wings or tentacles."

Most of the monsters walking around seemed like they were once human. They could talk, carry conversation, and shop. He wondered if he was ever going to turn into a monster.

"Maybe I could have 5 eyes," he grinned to himself "and tall horns on top of my head. Oh and of course I'm gonna need green scales and wings."

He started running and flapping his arms to simulate flight when he finally reached the edge of the city. All the tall skyscrapers, stores, and restaurants were behind him. All he could see now were rows of seemingly abandoned houses with dying green grass covering the lawns. Most of the trees were either dying or already dead.

"This place already reminds me of home." He beamed with naïve enthusiasm.

He walked down the main road and then took a turn through many side streets and cul-de-sacs. He wanted to pick out a great home, one that reminded him of his old home. He wandered when one caught his eye in particular.

Down Misery St., up the block, past a grimace looking mansion and sandwiched between the mansion's garage and another cozy looking brick house, was a simple white and beige striped house with a red tiled roof.

Jimmy's eyes widened. It was perfect! It looked just like his old house. There were ruffled, dead hedges in the front of the house. He could spruce that up later. Next he checked the backyard. There was plenty of space to play games, maybe set up some chairs.

He checked the inside of the house. It was covered with dust, and there was no furniture. There seemed to be a kitchen, a living room, and a staircase that led up to the second floor. "Perfect." He declared happily.

He was really happy. He had picked out the perfect house; and on his first day in the afterlife too! He made sure to check the pamphlet again.

Now that you have selected your dream residence, it's time to make it official. One thing you will learn in your time in Miseryville is that all property, products, and souls belong to Misery Inc. owned by Lucifer Heinous the Seventh. If you want to finalize your claim to your residence of choice, we highly suggest groveling and begging at the Misery Inc. Realty Dept.

Oh hey, Lucifer Heinous! Jimmy remembered that guy. The funny, short monster that cheered him up and made him laugh before. The welcoming video made him seem really nice and understanding.

"He'll let me keep the house." He smiled confidently. "This should be a piece of cake."

As Jimmy started fantasizing about cake, he noticed that it was getting really dark outside. "Huh, guess I have had a long day."

He had been so filled with amazement and shock all day; he barely noticed how tired his body felt. "*Yawn* Well let's see what we can do about a bed."

He climbed the stairs to see if there was a bedroom. Down the hallway, past a bathroom, he found a room with a window that was completely barren except for an old, dusty mattress left abandoned on the floor.

"Perfect!" It felt like his luck would never end.

He undid his bowtie and took off his dress shoes. "I'll go visit Misery Inc. in the morning. *YAWN*"

The boy's fatigue was starting to catch up with his body. His legs became wobbly all of a sudden and he plopped down on the mattress. As a cloud of dust shot upward, his eye-lids began to feel heavy. Before he could blink twice, he had drifted off to sleep.

...

Jimmy awoke to a blinding light shining from the window. He covered his eyes in pain and tried to move away to see what it was, but he could see nothing but intense white light blaring through the window glass and enveloping the room. He rubbed his eyes, trying his best to retie his bowtie and slip on his brown dress shoes without opening his eyes too much.

He strolled down the stairs and noticed that blinding white light was also shining through all of the first floor windows. He had to pull his shirt over his head to keep his eyes in the dark, at least until he could get outside. After fumbling around the living room and the kitchen, he finally stumbled upon the front door and opened it.

No sooner had he opened only a small portion of the door did blinding light shoot from the outside into his eyes. He fought against the intensity of the light and made it to his front lawn.

"Man, where is this light coming from?" His eyes were hurt and watering profusely now. Wherever it was coming from, it seemed to hurt Jimmy's eyes the most when he tried to look up. "It must be the sun here." He said, trying his best to open his eyes. "I'm probably not used to Miseryville's sun yet."

He held his hand up above his head to try and shield him from the sunlight. "Ok now, let me check that map again."

He used his other hand to reach into his pocket and unfold the map.

"It says here all I have to do is go back up Misery Street, walk down along the main road and eventually I'll end up at Misery Inc."

He started walking up the street when he saw a white limousine pull away from the driveway of the large mansion on his block.

"Yoooouuuuu whooooo, hey new neighbor!" Jimmy shouted, waving to the car.

Whoever was in the limo didn't seem to hear him, as the car sped away quickly.

"Huh, guess he was in a hurry too. Oh well, I'm sure I'll meet him later." Jimmy shrugged, smiling as he continued on.

After about an hour of walking, he came upon the huge concrete walls of Misery Inc.'s entrance. There was an intercom box mounted on the outside. Jimmy pressed the bright red button that said Speak.

"Uh, hello? Anyone there? I'm here to get a new house." He spoke into the intercom and then waited for what seemed like forever. He was sweltering in the heat. He didn't remember it being so hot yesterday.

Finally after some time, an automated voice came from the box. "Hello and welcome to Misery Inc. We understand you would like to purchase a house. To select a specific address, press 1.

Jimmy pressed 1. "You have selected 1. To choose your specific address, please speak it into the intercom."

Jimmy held down the red Speak button. "Yes, I would like to move into 26 Misery Street please." He smiled. He was hoping he could start officially moving in today.

"Hello, and welcome to Misery Inc. We understand you would like to purchase a house. To select a specific address, press 1."

Jimmy pressed the red Speak button again. "Um, I already did, I said 26 Misery Street."

"Hello, and welcome to Misery Inc. We understand you would like to purchase a house. To select a specific address, press 1."

Ok, now Jimmy was starting to get a little annoyed. "But I already DID."

"Hehe hey buddy, no used trying to use that intercom. It's a Misery Inc. product; it's designed to create frustration and misery."

Jimmy turned around and saw a tall green monster with three long eye stalks and two tentacles in place of arms. He wore a yellow hard hat and held a clipboard full of papers.

"So this thing was designed to make people mad? That's not very nice." Jimmy frowned as he began tapping on the intercom.

"Well, it's not supposed to be nice. This is Misery Inc. The whole company agenda is to spread misery and pain, with the occasional sprinkle of anguish here and there." The monster explained. He then examined Jimmy's non-monsterish body. Full-bodied humans were pretty rare sights these days.

"Do you know any way I could get in there? I really want to get a house." Jimmy asked with anticipation.

The monster stared at Jimmy. The boy seemed to have a goofy, lighthearted personality. "That won't last long here." He thought. "Sure kid, I was just going in myself." The monster gestured for Jimmy to follow him around the side of the factory. There, a door stuck out from the huge concrete wall. "In here, hurry."

The monster really didn't want to get caught letting a kid into the factory. Jimmy ran inside, eager to finally get his house and officially begin his new life in Hell.