What Happens In Purgatory (DISCONTINUED)

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((It's good to finally be back writing this. I haven't updated it in a while, and I'm not too sure if updates will be that frequent, but it's a chill weekend, so I might as well work on it))

"What would you like to eat, Manny?" Harry asked as he peeked into the old wooden cabinets of the kitchen.
I sat at the large rectangular table, next the blue haired boy. He gave me a tired smile, then turned to Harry to tell him what he wanted to eat. This atmosphere was very strange for a person who had just died. It looked like something out of a set for a children's cartoon! Folding my hands neatly on top of the ivory cloth that draped over the table, I took the chance to observe the room we were in again.
The walls were a soft sky blue, and there were black and white checkered tiles beneath our feet. One window on the wall to my right provided a bit of light for the room. Outside, it looked like it was around mid-day. The sun was shining, and there were only a few clouds in the sky.
Why was everything so...Happy???
I heard a sizzling noise as Harry poured egg yolk into a frying pan. The male hummed to himself as he began to cook them how Manny suggested. I didn't know Harry hummed. He just didn't seem like the type to do it, so it came as sort of a shock to me, even though I've known him for a while now.
"Is my dad on vacation?" Manny asked as he traced a dirty spot on the table cloth.
"Well...yes, actually!" I said, smiling so that my lie would seem more natural,"And since he's on vacation, he called us to watch you until he comes back,"
The boy tilted his head to the side, some of his navy blue hair falling into his face,"Where has he gone too?"
"Uh..." My eyes darted around the room, and I started to panic. I wasn't good at lying, especially to children. I guess it was because I knew that they were so impressionable, and if they found out that someone lied to them, their little hearts would break.
"He went to Japan," Harry spoke up from in front of the stove.
I smiled a bit, thankful that he had saved me from potentially revealing ourselves, "Yes! Japan!!"
My eyes landed on a painting of a boat on the wall just behind the chair across from me. Maybe this could help me make my tall tale believable.
"He...went on a boat to Japan. He'll be coming back in a few weeks," I said.
The blue haired boy nodded and rubbed his eyes, still seeming a bit tired from being awoken from his peaceful slumber.
Harry turned off the stove, sliding the eggs into a blue plate, next to some toast. He carefully picked up the dish and put it in front of the young male, then took a seat across from me. Manny nodded his head in appreciation of Harry and began to eat.
If we wanted to grant this boy's dying wish in a week, we had to be fast. Usually after children died, they would be reluctant to share what they wanted. Other times, they would make wishes upon wishes which were nearly impossible to fulfil.
The strange thing about Manny is that he didn't seem to know that he was dead. It's not that I haven't seen something like this before, it's just that these cases were rare. It was better not to let him know that he wasn't alive anymore. If he found out, this world might just crumble apart, and we'd have to start all over again.
"What would you like to do today, Manny?" I asked. The topic of wishes could be discussed over breakfast- er...lunch? Right? It was only a matter of getting my point across. I don't know if he'd find it suspicious if I just flat out asked him what his dying wish was.
The boy only shrugged, continuing to eat slowly, "Usually I just play by myself,"
"Well playing alone is no fun, is it?" Harry spoke in his boring British accent, "Doesn't it get boring after a while?"
Manny nodded in agreement.
I smiled at the boy, and made a suggestion, "How about after you finish eating, we do something of your choice. Anything you want, all of us together,"
His lips parted to reveal a smile, "That sounds fun!"

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When Manny finished his food, he decided that he would show us around the house, because it was the 'polite thing to do'. I didn't mind getting familiar with this environment, since it seemed to be so harmless. Now, Harry and I were following the boy throughout the resident as he showed us the different rooms.
"This is the living room," he said, taking us into a cozy family room with sky blue walls. A circular indigo rug lay on the wooden floor, and conveniently, there were three chairs. A small, brightly coloured chair that probably belonged to Manny, a mocha-coloured rocking chair, and a large, emerald green chair. Another picture of Manny and his family hung on the wall, along with a calendar that read the date that he died, and a mini television sat on a stand in the middle of the room.
So far, there was nothing extremely scary about this place, but I hadn't seen the other rooms yet, so I decided it was too early to pass judgement.
The next room was the playroom. It was a small den with navy carpeting, and cadet blue walls. A round table with an Alice blue table cloth was smack in the middle, covered in dust. This place certainly needs a tidy up.
I frowned as I noticed the head of a fox mounted on one of the walls, along with tiny duck decorations. Someone must have liked to hunt in this family. There were two bookshelves in this room; one mounted on the wall, and one standing next to the door. Both of them held thick books, as well as board games. Little antiques were placed carefully on top of the mantle of the fire place, and above it, there was a map of the world mounted on the wall. Close to a picture of Manny and a strange looking man (whom of which was probably his father), another calendar like the one I saw in the living room read the date of Manny's death.
I found it kind of uncanny how innocent these rooms seemed. At first glance, nothing was wrong with them, but I had seen the same calendar in the kitchen, the living room, and this room, and I couldn't help but feel as if the house was trying to hint me in on something.
The rest of the rooms were upstairs, some of which I was already familiar with, such as the bathroom, or Manny's room.
Manny lead me to the first door he saw.
"This is my dad's room," he said, cracking the door to the dark room open.
Both Harry and I cringed at the pungent smell, but Manny didn't seem to be bothered by it.
"I think it would be rude to snoop in here, so I'll show you another time," he said, shutting the door.
"Then, there's my room, and the bathroom, and that's it!" He said, smiling.
Though, there was still one door that we hadn't opened. The one at the far end of the hallway. I didn't want to seem intrusive, so I didn't bring it up...but Harry did.
"What about that door?" The red head asked, pointing to the black door.
Manny seemed to hesitate, which was uncharacteristic of him, because through out this whole ordeal he's been nothing but bubbly and happy-go-lucky.
"I don't go in there," he spoke balantly. 
"Well, why not...?" I mumbled, but Manny didn't hear me.
The boy had tricked back into his room, and began digging around in his chest full of toys. I tilted my head a bit, and watched as he pulled out three action figures.
"We could play with these, if you guys want," he said with a smile.
I glanced at Harry, and he nodded a bit. There would be know harm in getting to know the kid. Isn't that technically what we came here to do?
((Mmmm yes. Half assed proof reading))