The End

Part Second: Roscoe

Black faded.

Slowly...

Light.

I notice -
Consciousness.

No feel.
No smell.
No sound.

Just Light...
.
.
.
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock *

What?!

What is this?
There it is again...

*Knock* *Knock*
I realise -
Touch!

"Ayy yo Homeboy!"

A voice!
"Wake up ya motherlover!"

Wake up?
Confused...

I see it!
Slowly emerging from the sea of blur that is my vision, is a blob of black.

What a contrast from this field of white.
Hmm... Oddly enough, a sense of relief cloaks me.

What am I?
Where am I?

Questions... Questions.

It's image grows sharper...
Strange.

"Whatchu looking at, nerd?"

I stare at this humanoid figure no larger than your average overly weighted teenage kid.

"What's the matter old man? Imp got yo tongue?"

Three hollow circles on what appears to be its face(?).

"Ayy, speak up my friend."

What did he say? Speak up...?

"Uhh..."

"Uhh? That's it? You ain't got nothing else to say but uhh? Man, I'm starting to really doubt bringing you here..."

"Where am I?"

"A'ight... I've heard better... but A'ight. Well, here's the answer-
You's in a magical land where time stands still.
Where the rules of no species are canon.
Where morals are, *erhem* forgive my brash language, shitted on... Where... Yada yada yada... You get the drift.

You, my sad friend... Are in Limbo."

What did he just say?!
Limbo...
Never did I believe in an afterlife... But even if I did, I sure as hell would've been awarded a one-way ticket straight to, well... Hell.

Visions of the past life,
My mind screeches-
The horror.

No.
I didn't ask for that.
I never asked for my mind to break like that.
Never was I in control of my doings.
I remember it all clearly.

Like an abused son watching as his mother gets shouted at by a drunken father...
So fear stricken...
There was nothing I could've done.

"Ah... Getting those visions, I see.

Man, youse was a crazy-ass motherhugger.

Lucky for you, I know what was going on.
Ain't you glad you have moi *it gestures to itself* as your fairy guardian angel?

You know what yo fate woulda been if you didn't?"

It creates a portal with its... Buttocks.

I look through-
I stare.
Black.
Red.
Hot.
Screams.
Torture.

"Quite the scenery, huh? Good thing I don't believe in scenery."

It closes it.

"Ayy, I'm no 'it'.
And yes, you guessed it!
I can read yo thoughts.
Damn you're messed up!
I can't take it... Here..."

He hands me an emerald amulet.

"That'll keep me from entering yo sick head.

Also... You might wanna hang on to that if you don't want to be mind-controlled by... Well, creeps that turned you all psycho.

And FYI, the name's Roscoe, here to meet all your needs for your stay."

Still confused.
So many unanswered questions...

"Well... Uhmm... Roscoe? What is to become of me? Will I ever..."

"Hush Child. All questions shall be answered...

Now, hop on!"

He spreads his tiny wings.
How do such small appendages even lift such a figure?

He grows bigger, and bigger, until he is about the size of an average sized stunt plane...
An average sized stunt plane with tiny wings.

I climb on.

Another portal.

"Hang on tight!"