Desolation //Imp Tweek x Pastor Craig //

Limbo.

'It's the third time this week you've been sent to my office, Craig.'

'I know.'

'So, what do you have to say for yourself?'

'I don't know.'

...

'Craig, shouldn't you be doing your homework rather than playing video games?'

'I know.'

'Wouldn't you rather work on your grades and get a job you actually wanna do when you're older?'

'I don't know.'

...

'Again, Tucker? You know smoking that shit is bad for you?'

'I know.'

'It ain't so bad here on campus... Why do you wanna keep throwing it all away on drugs and alcohol?'

'I don't know.'

...

'For gods sake son, when will you grow up? Parties, booze - you need money to real life things! You can't stay here forever.'

'I know.'

'So when are you going to get a job?'

'I don't know.'

...

'Now I know it's not what you wanted to do, but be proud! You're going to make a real difference for our community!'

'I know.'

'C'mon, why don't you smile about it?'

'I don't know.'
...

'25 years. That's all I accomplished... Some crappy grades, took some drugs, parties at the weekend and suddenly you're a shinning example of the town... Pfft... Hardly a best seller... If I spent less time flipping people off and more time on myself I could of gone to NASA or some shit. I didn't want this... Who knew being a Youth Pastor would be the thing to kill me. Limbo sucks...'

Life literally flashing before his eyes, he spent whatever alive moments he had left berating himself.

The air around him felt like it had began to boil, it was uncomfortable. His breaths were shallow, slowing by the seconds ticking by. He was ready to give in but as he let his last thoughts trickle through his mind - something couldn't quite let him. Something dark and hot slithered into his chest, like a hand reaching in and through him - it's scolding fingers latching itself around his heart, claws penetrating the muscle - something dark, wicked and far from human... It kicked him back to life.