What Happens In Purgatory (DISCONTINUED)

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Now preparing your simulation setting
I rocked back and forth on the balls of my feet, waiting in front of the door until I was instructed to enter. I glanced over at Harry, who was carefully reading over the patient's files.
"So I guess we really did miss the fine print," he spoke suddenly, still looking down at the package of paper.
"Yeah..." I looked back towards the door. "It's so unfortunate that he had to die so young..."
Harry nodded in agreement, setting the boy's files down safely in the little wall pocket beside the door. He brushed his long red tresses out of his face
I glanced at the number pad, closest to me beside the door.
75%...loading...
I had met a lot of interesting people in my job at purgatory, and I got to know a lot of gruesome ways people could leave the Earth, but there was no one that I sympathized more with, than those who died young.
The way I see it, growing old is a blessing denied to many, so I admire the people who lived to be old enough to receive pension. There are so many people in the world who's young soul was permanently erased off of the planet, and it just wasn't fair. Youth death was so common, that me and Harry barely lived to see twenty. I died on the operating table at the age of 17, and Harry, at the age of 19, from a fatal head injury.
Our deaths were nothing compared to the death of an 11 year old boy. I remembered seeing burn victims on Earth, seeing how much they had to suffer every single day of their life. People here have told me that burning to death was probably the worst way to die, and from what I've seen, and the knowledge I have, I believe that it really is.
I wouldn't even wish that fate on my supervisor.
99%...100%
You may now enter the simulation.
The door opened, shedding a white bright light on us, and on the room. The light invaded any nook and cranny that it could get into, making the darkness run and hide. I looked at Harry, shooting him a brief smile before I stepped into the open door, waiting to see what new adventures this world would bring me. The blinding white light only got brighter, until I could see nothing but white, and then it faded to black.
When I opened my eyes, I was standing in the corridor of what seemed to be a house. I looked at Harry, then examined my surroundings. The wallpapers were a lemon colour, with light blue polka dots. The wooden floors had old style carpets on them, and on the walls, there were paintings, pictures of three people, all smiling.
A woman with purple hair.
A tall man (half of his face was cut out of the picture).
And a little boy, or our new patient, Manny.
There were four doors of which I could choose to enter, so I did. I entered the first one, which was a small bathroom, with an old timey bathtub that you see in movies, a round mirror, floral curtains and blue tile.
I closed the door, entering the next room. It smelt of old socks, and gasoline in here. It was too dark for me to see, and all I could make out was an old mattress, and the shape of a desk. I coughed, closing the door and rolling my eyes.
My coworker chuckled at my reaction, but I just ignored him, smiling to myself. The next room I entered was a brightly coloured room, with toy boat curtains and a round shag carpet. The walls were a pastel green, and gave a happy, up-beat vibe to the room.
Usually, the setting of the simulation involved something about the person's death, or their state of mind, but so far, there were no clues about death, and the place seemed to be very normal and lowkey. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before.
The room was basically every kid's dream. There were loads of toys strewn about the floor, a large wardrobe in the corner of he room, two night stands, and a dresser with a large square mirror.
This was probably how Manny remembered his house. I stepped further into the room, to examine the surroundings when I stepped on a toy. The toy squeaked, and I cringed at the loud noise it made.
Harry looked at me, putting his finger to his lip and hushing me, with an angered look.
"Sorry!!" I mouthed over to him.
He pointed to the bed, signalling me to look.
I peered over the large puffy comforters, to see a small child, sleeping. The boy had navy blue hair styled in a Mohawk, rosy cheeks, and porcelain skin that was dotted with many freckles. Was this Manny? He was mewling and twitching as if he were having a bad dream.
I glanced over at the red head beside me, "Should we wake him up...?" I asked quietly, so I would not disturb the slumbering child.
"It doesn't look like he's dreaming about the sugar plum fairy, so I think it's a good idea to wake him," Harry answered.
"What if he cries?" I asked.
"This is part of our job Robin. If we can handle slightly murderous patients, we can handle crying children," he replied.
I nodded, walking closer to the bed and gently shaking the boy.
"Manny...? Manny...? It's time to wake up, buddy,"
The child's bright green eyes popped open, and he gazed up at me as if he were trying to register if I were someone familiar or not. He then skimmed past Harry, gawking at his long red hair and tall, slim frame.
"Who are you...?" His little voice squeaked, fear glinting in that great pool of green hat were his eyes.
"Well," I stood up straight, adjusting my brown jacket and offering a warm smile.
"My name is Robin, and this is my friend, Harry," I spoke softly, motioning towards my colleague.
Manny sat up and tilted his head to the side, rubbing the whisps of a dream out of his eyes.
"Why are you here...? Where's dad...??" The small boy asked.
When I hesitated to answer, Harry spoke up to answer for me.
"Your Dad is on a vacation," he said, putting his hands in the pockets of his black jeans. "And we're here to take care of you while he's gone,"
I let out a small sigh of relief, but quickly covered it up by pushing up my round yellow glasses.
Manny brought his knees to his chest, seeming apprehensive about trusting strangers. I didn't blame him too much, since he just went through a traumatic experience, and now strangers were in his house (well, the strangers were in what he thought was his house).
"Are you hungry?" I asked him, grinning, "because me and Harry were just about to go downstairs and eat lunch,"
I saw Manny consider my offer at the mention of food, and eventually, he nodded silently, throwing his puffy blankets to the side and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. The navy headed boy was wearing a yellow shirt, with denim overalls, and knee high socks (one of which was slightly disheveled).
I guess we could humour the boy over lunch, and see if he tells us what his biggest dream is, so we would be able to complete or job.
Harry beckoned the boy out of the room, and he obeyed, hopping out of bed and walking out into the hallway. I followed behind, taking one last look back into the room before shutting the door.

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