Screw it

'Life After That Blind Date' (sequel book to Blind Date) (part 2)

TW: mentions of suicide!

"Ack!" You choked on your own spit, you woke up gasping for air again.

"Creator... can you like, make my awakening a lil less painful?" You asked in between pants.

"Ya think its so easy to bring a whole human back to life every chapter? Of course ya gonna feel like shit every time ya wake up!" You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

"Ugh... what's the plot for this— why am I wearing the same clothes from the first chapter?" You looked at your worn out (f/c) flip flops and baggy jeans.

"Okay so um. You died in the last chapter."

"Really?"

"Yeah and so like... you're continuing the previous chapter, where you're magically ressurected, you appear out of thin air— or someshit I don't know." You rubbed your head.

"What happened to... Vassy? Right?" You asked.

"Okay, after you died, uhh he went apeshit. Was bout to end it all until I gave him a 'ghostly voice' in his head that says to remember memories of you— some cheesy romantic stuff." You raised an eyebrow.

"After that, he changed his mind and like... vowed to write up a long ass 'memoir' of you and him before joining you in the afterlife. Wrote up a will to give his all bucks to charity, then he spent most of his time either sobbing by your grave or runnin' round, searching for bits of your 'life' that he can add into his book. He still hot though."

"Poor guy, he cried every day for ya. Still makes dinner for two, listening to a recording of ya asking 'how's your day' over and over again, revisit all pictures he took of you everyday, leaves flowers on your grave like everyday— hell, he's right now sitting on a chair, next to your tombstone. Puttin' finishing touches on his memoir."

"Damn, how long has it been?" You asked.

"A couple of years after your death, like... three? So he's thirty five now. Woof, I had to give him hella ton of dreams that includes 'you' telling him not to give up on life, or else he woulda wake up the next time at 'respawn' point."

"It's pretty crazy what people would do outta grief, he has done a lot of desperate shit after ya passing. One of em was making a life sized stuffed puppet and sticking a picture of your face onto it. He even gave puppet you a beanie hat. And that's not even the worst yet." You shuddered at creator's statement.

You felt bad for him. But you knew you can't do anything about it because you're under creator's mercy.

"So, what... is the purpose of bringing me back to um. Life?" You asked.

"To mess with him." You furrowed your eyebrows at that.

"C'mon now, that ain't very nice." You replied.

"Well, most of the time I gotta play the jerk to entertain my audiences. So nothing personal, it's just fun to watch." You bit your lower lip.

"Okay, let's get this over with. How do I get to him?" You asked.

"Head North. Then leave the rest to me." A compass appeared on your dominant hand.

You took a deep breath, fixed your baseball cap and followed the direction of the compass needle.

You walked and walked. Nothing happens.

"Hey creator, it's been like ten minutes." You reminded them as you continued walking, seeing nothing but the pavement and trees.

"Oh shit, right. Sorry umm..." you groaned when you hear the familiar typing of the keyboard.

"It better not be a damn meteor—."