After that day, Dip had never been the same. He would roll around in his bed, completely restless without Gordon Ramsay himself. Grasping onto the sheets, he exhaled loudly while furrowing his brows. Clearly in a state of frustration, he sat up picking up his iPad. Checking his instagram notifications, he had been bombarded by people calling him gay and a furry. For the love of god, the DicksOut4TinyBears and Hot Milky Furry chat wasn't any better. That was the last straw for Dip — grunting under his breath. "That's it, Gordon-senpai-kun wouldn't treat me like this." Walking down the stairs, he preheated the oven to 450 °F . Making one last instagram post, it was a picture of him in his favorite furry costume. The captain read 'goodbye cruel world.' Once he heard the quiet ding, he set the iPad down on the counter. Beginning to dress himself in dressing and spices, he crawled into the scorching hot oven and positioned himself like a turkey. "I think Gordon-senpai-kun would like this position the best." He whispered, closing his eyes as he awaited the sweet release of turkey-Dip.
TIMESKIP
Brown hues fluttered open once more, finding himself in the strange position sautéed in a variety of spices. But instead of being in the oven, Dip found himself with his legs spread on a soft cloud. Before he could get a good glance at his surroundings, a aesthetically pleasing girl approached him with brown locks. "W-Who are you?" Dip had stammered, slowly realizing the girl had a pair of angel wings. "PENETRATE ME DADDY, I mean Jesus." Julia giggled with a sly wink. "What-the-actual-fuck." Dip breathed out. Approached by Kylie, she had extended her hand to help Dip stand up. "Welcome to heaven Jesus, we've been waiting. They've been waiting." She cooed. Those words alone made Dip freeze, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks. "Gordon-senpai-kun?" He had questioned. Lucca appeared quite literally out of thin air, snickering quietly. "Maybe! Maybe not." She teased in a singy-song voice. Even if Dip was annoyed by that, he had to admit that she had the voice of an angel. Oh, she was an angel too. Irony. Rubbing their forehead, Kriss spoke up. "No... someone else. Someone you will resent." Abruptly cut off, a grey cloud began to form and spiciness could be smelt. Walking out of the cloud, a wild Sage appeared. "Ha! Dip, I've come to harass you!" They proclaimed. Instantly, Dip knew that they were Satan. Sage ran forward trying to end Dip's afterlife with one fatal attack, but they were too late. Gordon Ramsay had Naruto runned, therefore he had went faster than Satan. Picking up Dip, he held him bridal style.
"Not today, SATAN~!"
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