Chase steps on the elevator. The door closes, and he feels it moving upwards.
When it stops, the door opens again. He's in a hallway, with another door on the other side, that opens directly to the arena. There's only one person in front of him.
"Ugh, I knew there was gonna be another line." Chase complained.
Chase then took another look, and recognized the figure in front of him.
"Hey, aren't you Slade, from Teen Titans?" Chase asked.
"The name is Deathstroke!" Slade replied, noticeably irritated.
"Chill, bro. I'm just asking a question. We're all trying to beat Heihachi here."
"I don't like your small talk. And don't act like we're on the same boat. After I win, this place will be even worse than it is now."
"That's what I get from trying to make conversation. Lesson learned, I guess."
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Afterlife Battle Royale
FanfictionLiving in an Asteroid floating through space, filled with familiar faces. Sounds like one heck of an afterlife, doesn't it? Well, shortly after dying, Chase found out it wasn't much fun. Due to an anarcho-royalist revolution that happened in the p...
