About Eight Hours Later...
[Eight hours after departing, Asher continues driving the truck following the directions Jerry told him. Which was just, and I quote, "Keep driving straight for eight hours." toward their destination. Jerry is still lying in the back of the truck with his eyes closed. As of now, the two appear to be in the middle of nowhere surrounded by a dead forest with an unending amount of thorns in all directions. Asher looks around at his surroundings expecting to find something. Anything at all. Nope. Just dead trees and shrubs with hundreds of thorns. He narrows his eyes in an attempt to see something deeper within the woods but can't seem to find anything. He then reaches back and opens up the rear panel window.]
Asher: Hey, Jerry, are we almost at the spot or whatever?
Jerry: ...
[Jerry doesn't respond to Asher's question.]
Asher: Hey, can you hear me?
Jerry: ...
[Still no response. Asher turns around and looks through the rear window at Jerry. He can see him lying on the truck bed not responding.]
Asher: Jerry?
Jerry: ...
[Asher stares at Jerry silently for a few seconds, then he starts snoring.]
Jerry: *Snore*
Asher: Oh you fucking Imp bitch... Fine...
[Asher turns back forward and looks down the dirt road with a mischievous smile on his face.]
Asher: Hard way it is...
[He then takes his foot off the gas and slams it down on the truck's brakes, causing it to come to an abrupt stop. It also causes Jerry to fly forward and slam his head against the truck's rear panel, causing a loud thud.]
*THUD*
Jerry: FUCK!
[Asher snickers attempting to hold in his laughter. Jerry sits up and rubs his head in pain. He angrily looks over his shoulder at Asher. Asher leans back in the driver's chair with a smile.]
Asher: *Snicker* ♫Good morning sunshine!♫
Jerry: What the hell Asher!?
Asher: You brought that upon yourself, my friend. I wouldn't have had to do that if you were awake.
Jerry: Why the hell did you do it in the first place?!
Asher: Because you're the only living creature in this vehicle that knows where we are going!
Jerry: Eghhh...
[Jerry stops rubbing his head and looks around at his surroundings. He seems to be taking in every minute detail he can in the dead forest.]
Asher: Well? Are we here or not?
Jerry: Hold, I'm trying to figure that out...
[His gaze then moves to the top of the trees and the far-off distance. Far away from the two demons seems to be just more dead forest and a few hilly areas. He studies his surroundings carefully before looking upwards into the sky, or ceiling, of Hell. The giant glowing pentagram in the sky is still there, it hasn't seemed to move in the slightest. However, Jerry seems to be looking past it. Towards the actual ceiling of Hell. He scans it carefully like he's looking for something. His eyes slowly move around for a few seconds before he spots something. It's miles away and almost impossible to spot with the naked eye, but there's an incredibly small glowing dot on the ceiling. Jerry looks at it confidently.]
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Headaches & Hazbins: Book 1: New Kind of Life, New Kind of Hell
FanfictionYa either go up or down... A small-time robber, Asher C. Burns, takes the trip down after he meets his end in an attempt to save his boss from life in prison at Alcatraz. After death, he finds himself in the chaotic hellhole of Pentagram City. Now p...