Aftermost Aspiration: Abundant Aspects!

1st Chapter

Finally.
I finally did it.
I finally died.
I finally succeeded.
I finally ended this unjust life.
It's finally over...

A young brown haired girl named Emma Horrifish floats in the middle of nowhere until she finds herself in a giant red circular room. There are large windows on its walls, through which you cannot see anywhere. There are curtains hanging in front of the windows that ripple and turn into glittering dust about a meter above the marble floor. In the middle of the room is a raised, again circular, floor, into which a diagram is carved, one that covers the body of the lifeless Ema. A few feet from the step stands a throne of tephrite on which a female figure sits. After a short while, Emma wakes up and sits up. She looks around confused. Is this heaven or perhaps hell, she asks herself when she hears a seemingly mocking voice, "Neither." Ema looks towards the throne of volcanic dust and sees a woman with overly long red hair, dressed in an orange-red outfit that would impress most models. "You're finally here," the mysterious woman starts, "I was an-ti-ci-pa-ting you," she finishes the sentence, syllable by syllable. "Really?" wonders our young Emma. "But of course, you've been drowning in a maddening spiral of depression for half a year and you want to kill yourself - which, to be fair, you succeeded," the woman in red tells her and sarcastically applauds her. "So, I'm really.. dead?" Ema still doesn't want to believe it. The woman just nods her head and stares at her with her crimson eyes. "So.. how did I actually die?" the young girl asks her, immediately recalling the events. "No, wait! I remember it already!" she says, and starts replaying the memory in her head...

A sad Emma, with reddened eyes from all the crying and ruined make-up, slowly steps into the filled bathtub, with the plug being tied to a string, going somewhere above the bath. She unties the string, takes one last breath and blurts out, "Goodbye, everyone." Then she lets go of the string, the other end neatly tied to a toaster draped over the clothesline, and it falls into the tub.

... "Yo-yo, this, of course," the strange woman begins to respond, stifling a fit of laughter by pounding on her dusty throne. "You wanted to kill yourself with a toaster, but," she can't hold it back, "you forgot to connect it to the electric grid!" The woman laughs so loudly that her laughter echoes throughout the circular room. Ema just watches her with a sullen expression. But then she can't take it anymore and briefly interrupts her laughter: "So, I didn't kill myself with a toaster, big deal! I died by drowning, then. I remember sticking my head inside the washing machine and turning it on." However, the woman continues with her hysterics. "What's so funny about this?" Emma begins to rage. "It wasn't a washing machine, it was a dryer!" the woman begins to cry from laughing so hard. Ema is also about to weep, but it probably won't be related to laughter. "Who the hell are you to laugh at me?!" yells Emma. Out of nowhere, the mysterious woman stops laughing as if nothing happened and climbs onto her throne. She then tosses her hair back and strikes a seductive pose. "I am THE great goddess of fire and lava who was entrusted by the greatest god to guard the gate to our world. Magma is my name!" the woman dramatically introduces herself as the goddess Magma, naturally. "A goddess..." Ema sighs, thinking about how she's been a nobody throughout her life. Tears fall from her eyes as she watches Magma rummage through her chest looking for something. "Let's have a look at this," Magma says triumphantly, pulling out a parchment from the chest, which she immediately unfurls. "Emma Horrifish's personal sheet, born on Saturday - World Diabetes Day in the year 2008, date of death - Vets Day on Saturday in 2022. Hmm, man, you were born on a Saturday and you died on a Saturday, that's pretty cool," Magma really gets into reading the parchment and reads Ema's stats from it. "Cause of death," she continues to read and snorts again from trying so hard not to laugh. "Read it!" urges Ema, who still can't remember how she actually died. "EMBARRASSMENT!" She reads Emma's cause of death, throwing away the parchment with her life on it, and falls into another fit of laughter. "E-embarrassment?" Ema can't believe her ears. "Didn't I accidentally die by falling down the stairs?" she wonders as she remembers another snippet of her life. Magma calms down again. "No, unfortunately the first responders saved you in time. It's a shame, we could have met earlier," Magma makes a kawaii sad expression. Now it's Emma who falls into a strange fit. "SO HOW COULD I DIE OF AN EMBARRASSMENT?" she starts screaming at the top of her lungs, trying not to cry from her overwhelming deadness. "I saw it," Magma sighs, biting her lip as she starts to giggle. "You invited your—I guess that's what you earthlings call it—crush to the movies and he turned you down! Shame did you in and you ended up here!" Magma explains to Emma, bursting out laughing again. "Tell me that's not true." Ema's dead conscience haunts her still. "Oh, it is true! You were blushing so hard. You lied flat on the floor and no one helped you! Comical," the lava goddess revels in her visitor's misfortune, holding her stomach from all the good laughs. "So how does it feel, Emimmy Scaredfish, to die of," Magma smirks a little, "an embarrassment?" Emma's clearly emotionally drained and needs some space to breathe. Die of embarrassment? That is not possible! And where is Ema anyway? "Where am I, anyway?" Emma tries to change the subject so she's not the butt of a joke for the goddess. "In paradise," Magma calms down. "You will be saved here, and do you know by whom?" She asks, hoping for Ema to engage. "Wh-whom?" Emma has no idea, but it makes her feel slightly uneasy. "BY YOURS TRULY!" Magma is overjoyed at this fact and pulls out her magic staff from her large lava red boots. "You were chosen by our community of gods! We've picked you so we could save you!" She happily jumps up from the throne and starts aiming her staff at Emma, the crystal of which resembles an exploding volcano. "Save from what?" Ema does not understand. "Well, from death! Thanks to us, you will live an eternal life! Just tell me, what do you want to be? How do you want to be?" Magma is too fiery about it. "But I don't want to live!" retorts Emma, but the mad goddess doesn't listen to her. The volcanic crystal starts to glow red. "Emimmy, just say it! Do you want to be pretty, ugly, fat, skinny? Do you want to have proper tits, or do you prefer flatness? Do you want to have long hair, short hair, no hair, black hair, blue hair, green hair, red hair, blonde hair, brown hair?" Magma asks her excitedly. "None of that! I just want to die!" Emma replies dismissively. "So you want to be surprised? How sweet! Oh, by my divine powers, I, Magma, THE goddess of all fire and lava, I declare to bring this woman lacking in creativity back to life! Let her arteries flow with blood. May she return to the living, down there!" Magma says her incantation spell and sends it at Ema, who is engulfed in a glow, changing her whole. Then the raised floor beneath her opens up, sending her back to the realm of the living through a red beam. "I DON'T WANT TOOOO!" are Emma's last words before that happens. Magma simply watches as Ema drops back down, laughing out loud once more. "I'm doing so well at this job!" She appreciates her work and goes to sit on her throne again.