MJ ❤️‍🩹

"Why thank you darling, I've been wandering for about an hour now. *His many eyes lock onto yours before bowing in a polite manner* "Anyways, I wouldn't want to be wasting too much of your time, so buh bye now, and have a nice day."

*He'd pause mid step before Turning to face you once more* "Oh I'm well aware, but that isn't stopping me from showing courtesy my friend. *He'd let out a chuckle, tilting his head to the left*

ahh, alright- sorry, haven’t really talked to anyone in a while

"Oh no need to apologize my friend, there's nothing wrong with that." *He'd sigh* "I'm rather outdated in terms of social norms, so that's on me."

oh, no it’s fine! i’m used to old souls, when’d ya die, if you don’t mind me asking?

"When I had died you say?" *He'd tilt his head forward, resting a hand on where a chin would be on the sack* "Well, the answer to that question would be 1931."

wow, you are an old soul-

"Well, you aren't wrong in saying that I suppose I am rather old Considering. Wait, what year is it now?"

uhh well, i died 2 years ago, and it was 2024.. so, 2026?

*He'd take a moment to do the math before freezing for a moment, turning to face you, his eye wide with shock* "I beg your pardon? So now I'd be 129."

see why i said ‘wow, you’re an old soul’? usually when people say that they’re an old soul, they died in like, the 1980’s

"I see what you mean now, I'm an old soul indeed." *He'd let out a chuckle* "so tell me, what was it like before you died? Have they finally solved poverty?"

pfft- solved poverty- you’re funny, nah, the economy got worse..everything was so expensive-

"So, you're saying it has all went to shit. But did they at least deal with the mafias?" *He'd tilt his head to the left once more*

uhhhh, i never heard anything about any REAL mafias? but mafia bosses became a love story sorta thing in books and tv shows- it’s a whole thing..

"... I was fucking drowned for being unable to pay off my debt and now the mafia is used for love stories?" *His eyes would twitch momentarily*

"I'm honestly quite concerned now; I was thrown into the lake by the mafia and I made a living as a hitman, why are people like this?"

"Well, the world really has gone mad. *He'd sigh* "Please tell me they at least did something right."

"That's rather interesting if I do say so myself. Back in my day, gay marriage wasn't socially acceptable or legal, so times have changed, and honestly for the better, I never saw why it wasn't legal to begin with."

yeah, i guess it has got better, but it was still kinda..people were getting killed, assaulted, terrorised just for being gay- it doesn’t feel THAT good, but, i guess it’s getting better.

"Well, it's better than nothing, believe me, it could've been much worse. I mean, at least it isn't frowned upon everywhere anymore."

yeah, guess i just, didn’t realise how good it was from a homophobic family..

*He'd sigh* "Listen. If you ever want to talk about it, I'm all ears, I may not be the most knowledgeable on the subject, but I can at least listen."

no, it’s fine, i don’t really..talk about it. or like to- the family stuff is connected to how i died, so it’s a bit of a..touchy subject-

"Oh, don't worry, I understand, not everything has to be shared, I mean, hey, the only reason I was in debt is because I took out a loan to pay for my mother's funeral." *After saying this, his posture would stiffen*

she must’ve been quite a mother to take out a loan you would end up dying for, for her funeral

"Oh, she truly was, she always told me our struggles were a test of character, but her passing took a toll on me and I stopped believing it. What would she think of me now?" *He'd tremble slightly, faintly but still noticeable*

well, i can’t really say. i don’t know her, or really you, but i remember hearing that mothers loved their kids no matter what or something like that, so she’d probably still think of you as the kid she loved all those years ago,

*He'd shed a tear, but before it could drop, he'd wipe it away, shaking his head* "You're probably right, but I'd rather not talk about it anymore."

ah, sorry, did i overstep?

"No, not at all, I just overshared again." *He'd clear his throat* "It's on me for talking so much."

i get that- i over shared a lot to my dads when i first died

"It was honestly nice to get that off of my chest, I've been holding that in for longer than I'd like to admit." *His posture softens slightly*

well there’s not really anyone to tell stuff, like therapists or something, down here

"I suppose that's true, but what I'm trying to say is thank you for listening."

oh, no problem. if you ever wanna, talk i guess, you can just come into the bakery and, i dunno get a pastry or some coffee- nope, not allowed coffee in the bakery..uhh, tea and we can talk?

"I'd like that, it sounds rather pleasant." *His posture finally softens completely*

*He'd let out a chuckle* "They sound like quite interesting the individual, I've met quite a few colorful people in my time."

he’s..something. an asshole, mostly. but he pays for everything for me so i don’t care that much

"Well don't they just sound like a ray of sunshine."

it’s mammon, sin of greed, what do you expect?

"Oh, I figured as much, but still, they sound like a real piece of work." *He'd take a seat, his focus set on you as he listens*

oh, piece of work is an understatement. imagine every shitty uncle mixed into one. only reason i haven’t complete cut him out of my afterlife is cause of the money, and cause he’s not homophobic. if he was homophobic? i’d never talk to him again

"Ah, I see, so it's that bad. Well, it has been made apparent that I wouldn't want to cross paths with them, and I'll keep that in mind."

he’s the worst uncle ever. you ever had an uncle?

"No, but I did have an aunt, though she was apparently killed the day before my birth, so I never met her."

i had an aunt, she was..hm.

"She was what exactly? You've got me curious my friend." *He'd lean forward in his seat, awaiting your answer*

homophobic, nosey, fatshaming, and just..a bitch.

"Oh, I see. Well, my father wasn't great either, he left my mother to raise me alone the day I was born, a read deadbeat if I must say so myself." *He'd sigh*

my birth dad didn’t even stick around during the pregnancy, once he heard my mum was pregnant? gone. dads are real fun, i guess

"Well, in the end, I did get the last laugh, during the height of my career, I happened to cross that deadbeat, got to shoot him between the eyes myself. It felt so right, yet it was so wrong, but I would do it again if given the chance."

again, my life sounds boring as fuck compared to yours-

"My life was quite a Rollercoaster, but it was also rather tiresome, I mean, I had to watch my back constantly because of my debt, and peace wasn't something I often had."

i had to watch my back a lot too- cause if i didn’t my brother literally tried to kill me…

"Well, we've both had it rough, in some ways similar, in some ways different, we both had people out to kill us, and we both had the cards stacked against us."

and then there’s the major differences, like our ages- jesus christ 129??? i’m 16-

"So, you died at the age of 14?" *He'd tilt his head to the side*

yup, couple days after my birthday i think?

"A few days after your own birthday? That's rather unfortunate timing." *He'd sigh*

that year kinda sucked, so not really unfortunate

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that, you were taken too young, and you were dealt terrible cards."

people have definitely been dealt worse- and i wouldn’t say ‘taken’s the right word, died yeah, but taken doesn’t fit

"Ah, my apologies. What term would you say fits best?" *He'd rest his arms on the table*

uhhhhh, huh, i don’t know-

"Well, I guess that is fair enough. Anyways, if it's not too personal, what caused your untimely demise?"

me, depression, both.

"I was referring to how you kicked the bucket, but I guess that narrows it down a little." *He'd shrug*

nah, that is how i died. killed myself

"For me I was thrown into a lake while tied to a block of concrete, though the I had a sack over my head when I was drowning. It was not a fun way to go I'll tell you that much."

there’s not really any ‘fun’ ways to die, cause no matter how you die it’ll either hurt or make you have a panic attack,

"Well, I mean, some deaths are less painful than others, and the quicker, the better." *He'd sigh* "You've got to feel bad for those who died a slow, painful death, I mean, I suffered a bit, but I was only conscious for 2 minutes of the process."

2 minutes is still kinda long, mine was short as hell, i died in like a couple seconds

"I will admit it did feel longer than it was." *He'd look down at the table, likelymthinking to himself*

bad things always feel like they last longer,

"This is true, it always feels longer when it hurts. It's quite the struggle."

pain is..horrible.

*He'd nod* "I can't imagine a situation where it wouldn't be."

"Masochists indeed are weird individuals, I mean, one of my old neighbors was a one of them."

they’re…something-

"Why thank you darling, I've been wandering for about an hour now. *His many eyes lock onto yours before bowing in a polite manner* "Anyways, I wouldn't want to be wasting too much of your time, so buh bye now, and have a nice day."

*He'd pause mid step before Turning to face you once more* "Oh I'm well aware, but that isn't stopping me from showing courtesy my friend. *He'd let out a chuckle, tilting his head to the left*

ahh, alright- sorry, haven’t really talked to anyone in a while

"Oh no need to apologize my friend, there's nothing wrong with that." *He'd sigh* "I'm rather outdated in terms of social norms, so that's on me."

oh, no it’s fine! i’m used to old souls, when’d ya die, if you don’t mind me asking?

"When I had died you say?" *He'd tilt his head forward, resting a hand on where a chin would be on the sack* "Well, the answer to that question would be 1931."

wow, you are an old soul-

"Well, you aren't wrong in saying that I suppose I am rather old Considering. Wait, what year is it now?"

uhh well, i died 2 years ago, and it was 2024.. so, 2026?

*He'd take a moment to do the math before freezing for a moment, turning to face you, his eye wide with shock* "I beg your pardon? So now I'd be 129."

see why i said ‘wow, you’re an old soul’? usually when people say that they’re an old soul, they died in like, the 1980’s

"I see what you mean now, I'm an old soul indeed." *He'd let out a chuckle* "so tell me, what was it like before you died? Have they finally solved poverty?"

pfft- solved poverty- you’re funny, nah, the economy got worse..everything was so expensive-

"So, you're saying it has all went to shit. But did they at least deal with the mafias?" *He'd tilt his head to the left once more*

uhhhh, i never heard anything about any REAL mafias? but mafia bosses became a love story sorta thing in books and tv shows- it’s a whole thing..

"... I was fucking drowned for being unable to pay off my debt and now the mafia is used for love stories?" *His eyes would twitch momentarily*

"I'm honestly quite concerned now; I was thrown into the lake by the mafia and I made a living as a hitman, why are people like this?"

"Well, the world really has gone mad. *He'd sigh* "Please tell me they at least did something right."

"That's rather interesting if I do say so myself. Back in my day, gay marriage wasn't socially acceptable or legal, so times have changed, and honestly for the better, I never saw why it wasn't legal to begin with."

yeah, i guess it has got better, but it was still kinda..people were getting killed, assaulted, terrorised just for being gay- it doesn’t feel THAT good, but, i guess it’s getting better.

"Well, it's better than nothing, believe me, it could've been much worse. I mean, at least it isn't frowned upon everywhere anymore."

yeah, guess i just, didn’t realise how good it was from a homophobic family..

*He'd sigh* "Listen. If you ever want to talk about it, I'm all ears, I may not be the most knowledgeable on the subject, but I can at least listen."

no, it’s fine, i don’t really..talk about it. or like to- the family stuff is connected to how i died, so it’s a bit of a..touchy subject-

"Oh, don't worry, I understand, not everything has to be shared, I mean, hey, the only reason I was in debt is because I took out a loan to pay for my mother's funeral." *After saying this, his posture would stiffen*

she must’ve been quite a mother to take out a loan you would end up dying for, for her funeral

"Oh, she truly was, she always told me our struggles were a test of character, but her passing took a toll on me and I stopped believing it. What would she think of me now?" *He'd tremble slightly, faintly but still noticeable*

well, i can’t really say. i don’t know her, or really you, but i remember hearing that mothers loved their kids no matter what or something like that, so she’d probably still think of you as the kid she loved all those years ago,

*He'd shed a tear, but before it could drop, he'd wipe it away, shaking his head* "You're probably right, but I'd rather not talk about it anymore."

ah, sorry, did i overstep?

"No, not at all, I just overshared again." *He'd clear his throat* "It's on me for talking so much."

i get that- i over shared a lot to my dads when i first died

"It was honestly nice to get that off of my chest, I've been holding that in for longer than I'd like to admit." *His posture softens slightly*

well there’s not really anyone to tell stuff, like therapists or something, down here

"I suppose that's true, but what I'm trying to say is thank you for listening."

oh, no problem. if you ever wanna, talk i guess, you can just come into the bakery and, i dunno get a pastry or some coffee- nope, not allowed coffee in the bakery..uhh, tea and we can talk?

"I'd like that, it sounds rather pleasant." *His posture finally softens completely*

*He'd let out a chuckle* "They sound like quite interesting the individual, I've met quite a few colorful people in my time."

he’s..something. an asshole, mostly. but he pays for everything for me so i don’t care that much

"Well don't they just sound like a ray of sunshine."

it’s mammon, sin of greed, what do you expect?

"Oh, I figured as much, but still, they sound like a real piece of work." *He'd take a seat, his focus set on you as he listens*

oh, piece of work is an understatement. imagine every shitty uncle mixed into one. only reason i haven’t complete cut him out of my afterlife is cause of the money, and cause he’s not homophobic. if he was homophobic? i’d never talk to him again

"Ah, I see, so it's that bad. Well, it has been made apparent that I wouldn't want to cross paths with them, and I'll keep that in mind."

he’s the worst uncle ever. you ever had an uncle?

"No, but I did have an aunt, though she was apparently killed the day before my birth, so I never met her."

i had an aunt, she was..hm.

"She was what exactly? You've got me curious my friend." *He'd lean forward in his seat, awaiting your answer*

homophobic, nosey, fatshaming, and just..a bitch.

"Oh, I see. Well, my father wasn't great either, he left my mother to raise me alone the day I was born, a read deadbeat if I must say so myself." *He'd sigh*

my birth dad didn’t even stick around during the pregnancy, once he heard my mum was pregnant? gone. dads are real fun, i guess

"Well, in the end, I did get the last laugh, during the height of my career, I happened to cross that deadbeat, got to shoot him between the eyes myself. It felt so right, yet it was so wrong, but I would do it again if given the chance."

again, my life sounds boring as fuck compared to yours-

"My life was quite a Rollercoaster, but it was also rather tiresome, I mean, I had to watch my back constantly because of my debt, and peace wasn't something I often had."

i had to watch my back a lot too- cause if i didn’t my brother literally tried to kill me…

"Well, we've both had it rough, in some ways similar, in some ways different, we both had people out to kill us, and we both had the cards stacked against us."

and then there’s the major differences, like our ages- jesus christ 129??? i’m 16-

"So, you died at the age of 14?" *He'd tilt his head to the side*

yup, couple days after my birthday i think?

"A few days after your own birthday? That's rather unfortunate timing." *He'd sigh*

that year kinda sucked, so not really unfortunate

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that, you were taken too young, and you were dealt terrible cards."

people have definitely been dealt worse- and i wouldn’t say ‘taken’s the right word, died yeah, but taken doesn’t fit

"Ah, my apologies. What term would you say fits best?" *He'd rest his arms on the table*

uhhhhh, huh, i don’t know-

"Well, I guess that is fair enough. Anyways, if it's not too personal, what caused your untimely demise?"

me, depression, both.

"I was referring to how you kicked the bucket, but I guess that narrows it down a little." *He'd shrug*

nah, that is how i died. killed myself

"For me I was thrown into a lake while tied to a block of concrete, though the I had a sack over my head when I was drowning. It was not a fun way to go I'll tell you that much."

there’s not really any ‘fun’ ways to die, cause no matter how you die it’ll either hurt or make you have a panic attack,

"Well, I mean, some deaths are less painful than others, and the quicker, the better." *He'd sigh* "You've got to feel bad for those who died a slow, painful death, I mean, I suffered a bit, but I was only conscious for 2 minutes of the process."

2 minutes is still kinda long, mine was short as hell, i died in like a couple seconds

"I will admit it did feel longer than it was." *He'd look down at the table, likelymthinking to himself*

bad things always feel like they last longer,

"This is true, it always feels longer when it hurts. It's quite the struggle."

pain is..horrible.

*He'd nod* "I can't imagine a situation where it wouldn't be."

"Why thank you darling, I've been wandering for about an hour now. *His many eyes lock onto yours before bowing in a polite manner* "Anyways, I wouldn't want to be wasting too much of your time, so buh bye now, and have a nice day."

*He'd pause mid step before Turning to face you once more* "Oh I'm well aware, but that isn't stopping me from showing courtesy my friend. *He'd let out a chuckle, tilting his head to the left*

ahh, alright- sorry, haven’t really talked to anyone in a while

"Oh no need to apologize my friend, there's nothing wrong with that." *He'd sigh* "I'm rather outdated in terms of social norms, so that's on me."

oh, no it’s fine! i’m used to old souls, when’d ya die, if you don’t mind me asking?

"When I had died you say?" *He'd tilt his head forward, resting a hand on where a chin would be on the sack* "Well, the answer to that question would be 1931."

wow, you are an old soul-

"Well, you aren't wrong in saying that I suppose I am rather old Considering. Wait, what year is it now?"

uhh well, i died 2 years ago, and it was 2024.. so, 2026?

*He'd take a moment to do the math before freezing for a moment, turning to face you, his eye wide with shock* "I beg your pardon? So now I'd be 129."

see why i said ‘wow, you’re an old soul’? usually when people say that they’re an old soul, they died in like, the 1980’s

"I see what you mean now, I'm an old soul indeed." *He'd let out a chuckle* "so tell me, what was it like before you died? Have they finally solved poverty?"

pfft- solved poverty- you’re funny, nah, the economy got worse..everything was so expensive-

"So, you're saying it has all went to shit. But did they at least deal with the mafias?" *He'd tilt his head to the left once more*

uhhhh, i never heard anything about any REAL mafias? but mafia bosses became a love story sorta thing in books and tv shows- it’s a whole thing..

"... I was fucking drowned for being unable to pay off my debt and now the mafia is used for love stories?" *His eyes would twitch momentarily*

"I'm honestly quite concerned now; I was thrown into the lake by the mafia and I made a living as a hitman, why are people like this?"

"Well, the world really has gone mad. *He'd sigh* "Please tell me they at least did something right."

"That's rather interesting if I do say so myself. Back in my day, gay marriage wasn't socially acceptable or legal, so times have changed, and honestly for the better, I never saw why it wasn't legal to begin with."

yeah, i guess it has got better, but it was still kinda..people were getting killed, assaulted, terrorised just for being gay- it doesn’t feel THAT good, but, i guess it’s getting better.

"Well, it's better than nothing, believe me, it could've been much worse. I mean, at least it isn't frowned upon everywhere anymore."

yeah, guess i just, didn’t realise how good it was from a homophobic family..

*He'd sigh* "Listen. If you ever want to talk about it, I'm all ears, I may not be the most knowledgeable on the subject, but I can at least listen."

no, it’s fine, i don’t really..talk about it. or like to- the family stuff is connected to how i died, so it’s a bit of a..touchy subject-

"Oh, don't worry, I understand, not everything has to be shared, I mean, hey, the only reason I was in debt is because I took out a loan to pay for my mother's funeral." *After saying this, his posture would stiffen*

she must’ve been quite a mother to take out a loan you would end up dying for, for her funeral

"Oh, she truly was, she always told me our struggles were a test of character, but her passing took a toll on me and I stopped believing it. What would she think of me now?" *He'd tremble slightly, faintly but still noticeable*

well, i can’t really say. i don’t know her, or really you, but i remember hearing that mothers loved their kids no matter what or something like that, so she’d probably still think of you as the kid she loved all those years ago,

*He'd shed a tear, but before it could drop, he'd wipe it away, shaking his head* "You're probably right, but I'd rather not talk about it anymore."

ah, sorry, did i overstep?

"No, not at all, I just overshared again." *He'd clear his throat* "It's on me for talking so much."

i get that- i over shared a lot to my dads when i first died

"It was honestly nice to get that off of my chest, I've been holding that in for longer than I'd like to admit." *His posture softens slightly*

well there’s not really anyone to tell stuff, like therapists or something, down here

"I suppose that's true, but what I'm trying to say is thank you for listening."

oh, no problem. if you ever wanna, talk i guess, you can just come into the bakery and, i dunno get a pastry or some coffee- nope, not allowed coffee in the bakery..uhh, tea and we can talk?

"I'd like that, it sounds rather pleasant." *His posture finally softens completely*

*He'd let out a chuckle* "They sound like quite interesting the individual, I've met quite a few colorful people in my time."

he’s..something. an asshole, mostly. but he pays for everything for me so i don’t care that much

"Well don't they just sound like a ray of sunshine."

it’s mammon, sin of greed, what do you expect?

"Oh, I figured as much, but still, they sound like a real piece of work." *He'd take a seat, his focus set on you as he listens*

oh, piece of work is an understatement. imagine every shitty uncle mixed into one. only reason i haven’t complete cut him out of my afterlife is cause of the money, and cause he’s not homophobic. if he was homophobic? i’d never talk to him again

"Ah, I see, so it's that bad. Well, it has been made apparent that I wouldn't want to cross paths with them, and I'll keep that in mind."

he’s the worst uncle ever. you ever had an uncle?

"No, but I did have an aunt, though she was apparently killed the day before my birth, so I never met her."

i had an aunt, she was..hm.

"She was what exactly? You've got me curious my friend." *He'd lean forward in his seat, awaiting your answer*

homophobic, nosey, fatshaming, and just..a bitch.

"Oh, I see. Well, my father wasn't great either, he left my mother to raise me alone the day I was born, a read deadbeat if I must say so myself." *He'd sigh*

my birth dad didn’t even stick around during the pregnancy, once he heard my mum was pregnant? gone. dads are real fun, i guess

"Well, in the end, I did get the last laugh, during the height of my career, I happened to cross that deadbeat, got to shoot him between the eyes myself. It felt so right, yet it was so wrong, but I would do it again if given the chance."

again, my life sounds boring as fuck compared to yours-

"My life was quite a Rollercoaster, but it was also rather tiresome, I mean, I had to watch my back constantly because of my debt, and peace wasn't something I often had."

i had to watch my back a lot too- cause if i didn’t my brother literally tried to kill me…

"Well, we've both had it rough, in some ways similar, in some ways different, we both had people out to kill us, and we both had the cards stacked against us."

and then there’s the major differences, like our ages- jesus christ 129??? i’m 16-

"So, you died at the age of 14?" *He'd tilt his head to the side*

yup, couple days after my birthday i think?

"A few days after your own birthday? That's rather unfortunate timing." *He'd sigh*

that year kinda sucked, so not really unfortunate

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that, you were taken too young, and you were dealt terrible cards."

people have definitely been dealt worse- and i wouldn’t say ‘taken’s the right word, died yeah, but taken doesn’t fit

"Ah, my apologies. What term would you say fits best?" *He'd rest his arms on the table*

uhhhhh, huh, i don’t know-

"Well, I guess that is fair enough. Anyways, if it's not too personal, what caused your untimely demise?"

me, depression, both.

"I was referring to how you kicked the bucket, but I guess that narrows it down a little." *He'd shrug*

nah, that is how i died. killed myself

"For me I was thrown into a lake while tied to a block of concrete, though the I had a sack over my head when I was drowning. It was not a fun way to go I'll tell you that much."

there’s not really any ‘fun’ ways to die, cause no matter how you die it’ll either hurt or make you have a panic attack,

"Well, I mean, some deaths are less painful than others, and the quicker, the better." *He'd sigh* "You've got to feel bad for those who died a slow, painful death, I mean, I suffered a bit, but I was only conscious for 2 minutes of the process."

2 minutes is still kinda long, mine was short as hell, i died in like a couple seconds

"I will admit it did feel longer than it was." *He'd look down at the table, likelymthinking to himself*

bad things always feel like they last longer,

"This is true, it always feels longer when it hurts. It's quite the struggle."

pain is..horrible.

"Why thank you darling, I've been wandering for about an hour now. *His many eyes lock onto yours before bowing in a polite manner* "Anyways, I wouldn't want to be wasting too much of your time, so buh bye now, and have a nice day."

*He'd pause mid step before Turning to face you once more* "Oh I'm well aware, but that isn't stopping me from showing courtesy my friend. *He'd let out a chuckle, tilting his head to the left*

ahh, alright- sorry, haven’t really talked to anyone in a while

"Oh no need to apologize my friend, there's nothing wrong with that." *He'd sigh* "I'm rather outdated in terms of social norms, so that's on me."

oh, no it’s fine! i’m used to old souls, when’d ya die, if you don’t mind me asking?

"When I had died you say?" *He'd tilt his head forward, resting a hand on where a chin would be on the sack* "Well, the answer to that question would be 1931."

wow, you are an old soul-

"Well, you aren't wrong in saying that I suppose I am rather old Considering. Wait, what year is it now?"

uhh well, i died 2 years ago, and it was 2024.. so, 2026?

*He'd take a moment to do the math before freezing for a moment, turning to face you, his eye wide with shock* "I beg your pardon? So now I'd be 129."

see why i said ‘wow, you’re an old soul’? usually when people say that they’re an old soul, they died in like, the 1980’s

"I see what you mean now, I'm an old soul indeed." *He'd let out a chuckle* "so tell me, what was it like before you died? Have they finally solved poverty?"

pfft- solved poverty- you’re funny, nah, the economy got worse..everything was so expensive-

"So, you're saying it has all went to shit. But did they at least deal with the mafias?" *He'd tilt his head to the left once more*

uhhhh, i never heard anything about any REAL mafias? but mafia bosses became a love story sorta thing in books and tv shows- it’s a whole thing..

"... I was fucking drowned for being unable to pay off my debt and now the mafia is used for love stories?" *His eyes would twitch momentarily*

"I'm honestly quite concerned now; I was thrown into the lake by the mafia and I made a living as a hitman, why are people like this?"

"Well, the world really has gone mad. *He'd sigh* "Please tell me they at least did something right."

"That's rather interesting if I do say so myself. Back in my day, gay marriage wasn't socially acceptable or legal, so times have changed, and honestly for the better, I never saw why it wasn't legal to begin with."

yeah, i guess it has got better, but it was still kinda..people were getting killed, assaulted, terrorised just for being gay- it doesn’t feel THAT good, but, i guess it’s getting better.

"Well, it's better than nothing, believe me, it could've been much worse. I mean, at least it isn't frowned upon everywhere anymore."

yeah, guess i just, didn’t realise how good it was from a homophobic family..

*He'd sigh* "Listen. If you ever want to talk about it, I'm all ears, I may not be the most knowledgeable on the subject, but I can at least listen."

no, it’s fine, i don’t really..talk about it. or like to- the family stuff is connected to how i died, so it’s a bit of a..touchy subject-

"Oh, don't worry, I understand, not everything has to be shared, I mean, hey, the only reason I was in debt is because I took out a loan to pay for my mother's funeral." *After saying this, his posture would stiffen*

she must’ve been quite a mother to take out a loan you would end up dying for, for her funeral

"Oh, she truly was, she always told me our struggles were a test of character, but her passing took a toll on me and I stopped believing it. What would she think of me now?" *He'd tremble slightly, faintly but still noticeable*

well, i can’t really say. i don’t know her, or really you, but i remember hearing that mothers loved their kids no matter what or something like that, so she’d probably still think of you as the kid she loved all those years ago,

*He'd shed a tear, but before it could drop, he'd wipe it away, shaking his head* "You're probably right, but I'd rather not talk about it anymore."

ah, sorry, did i overstep?

"No, not at all, I just overshared again." *He'd clear his throat* "It's on me for talking so much."

i get that- i over shared a lot to my dads when i first died

"It was honestly nice to get that off of my chest, I've been holding that in for longer than I'd like to admit." *His posture softens slightly*

well there’s not really anyone to tell stuff, like therapists or something, down here

"I suppose that's true, but what I'm trying to say is thank you for listening."

oh, no problem. if you ever wanna, talk i guess, you can just come into the bakery and, i dunno get a pastry or some coffee- nope, not allowed coffee in the bakery..uhh, tea and we can talk?

"I'd like that, it sounds rather pleasant." *His posture finally softens completely*

*He'd let out a chuckle* "They sound like quite interesting the individual, I've met quite a few colorful people in my time."

he’s..something. an asshole, mostly. but he pays for everything for me so i don’t care that much

"Well don't they just sound like a ray of sunshine."

it’s mammon, sin of greed, what do you expect?

"Oh, I figured as much, but still, they sound like a real piece of work." *He'd take a seat, his focus set on you as he listens*

oh, piece of work is an understatement. imagine every shitty uncle mixed into one. only reason i haven’t complete cut him out of my afterlife is cause of the money, and cause he’s not homophobic. if he was homophobic? i’d never talk to him again

"Ah, I see, so it's that bad. Well, it has been made apparent that I wouldn't want to cross paths with them, and I'll keep that in mind."

he’s the worst uncle ever. you ever had an uncle?

"No, but I did have an aunt, though she was apparently killed the day before my birth, so I never met her."

i had an aunt, she was..hm.

"She was what exactly? You've got me curious my friend." *He'd lean forward in his seat, awaiting your answer*

homophobic, nosey, fatshaming, and just..a bitch.

"Oh, I see. Well, my father wasn't great either, he left my mother to raise me alone the day I was born, a read deadbeat if I must say so myself." *He'd sigh*

my birth dad didn’t even stick around during the pregnancy, once he heard my mum was pregnant? gone. dads are real fun, i guess

"Well, in the end, I did get the last laugh, during the height of my career, I happened to cross that deadbeat, got to shoot him between the eyes myself. It felt so right, yet it was so wrong, but I would do it again if given the chance."

again, my life sounds boring as fuck compared to yours-

"My life was quite a Rollercoaster, but it was also rather tiresome, I mean, I had to watch my back constantly because of my debt, and peace wasn't something I often had."

i had to watch my back a lot too- cause if i didn’t my brother literally tried to kill me…

"Well, we've both had it rough, in some ways similar, in some ways different, we both had people out to kill us, and we both had the cards stacked against us."

and then there’s the major differences, like our ages- jesus christ 129??? i’m 16-

"So, you died at the age of 14?" *He'd tilt his head to the side*

yup, couple days after my birthday i think?

"A few days after your own birthday? That's rather unfortunate timing." *He'd sigh*

that year kinda sucked, so not really unfortunate

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that, you were taken too young, and you were dealt terrible cards."

people have definitely been dealt worse- and i wouldn’t say ‘taken’s the right word, died yeah, but taken doesn’t fit

"Ah, my apologies. What term would you say fits best?" *He'd rest his arms on the table*

uhhhhh, huh, i don’t know-

"Well, I guess that is fair enough. Anyways, if it's not too personal, what caused your untimely demise?"

me, depression, both.

"I was referring to how you kicked the bucket, but I guess that narrows it down a little." *He'd shrug*

nah, that is how i died. killed myself

"For me I was thrown into a lake while tied to a block of concrete, though the I had a sack over my head when I was drowning. It was not a fun way to go I'll tell you that much."

there’s not really any ‘fun’ ways to die, cause no matter how you die it’ll either hurt or make you have a panic attack,

"Well, I mean, some deaths are less painful than others, and the quicker, the better." *He'd sigh* "You've got to feel bad for those who died a slow, painful death, I mean, I suffered a bit, but I was only conscious for 2 minutes of the process."

2 minutes is still kinda long, mine was short as hell, i died in like a couple seconds

"I will admit it did feel longer than it was." *He'd look down at the table, likelymthinking to himself*

bad things always feel like they last longer,

"Why thank you darling, I've been wandering for about an hour now. *His many eyes lock onto yours before bowing in a polite manner* "Anyways, I wouldn't want to be wasting too much of your time, so buh bye now, and have a nice day."

*He'd pause mid step before Turning to face you once more* "Oh I'm well aware, but that isn't stopping me from showing courtesy my friend. *He'd let out a chuckle, tilting his head to the left*

ahh, alright- sorry, haven’t really talked to anyone in a while

"Oh no need to apologize my friend, there's nothing wrong with that." *He'd sigh* "I'm rather outdated in terms of social norms, so that's on me."

oh, no it’s fine! i’m used to old souls, when’d ya die, if you don’t mind me asking?

"When I had died you say?" *He'd tilt his head forward, resting a hand on where a chin would be on the sack* "Well, the answer to that question would be 1931."

wow, you are an old soul-

"Well, you aren't wrong in saying that I suppose I am rather old Considering. Wait, what year is it now?"

uhh well, i died 2 years ago, and it was 2024.. so, 2026?

*He'd take a moment to do the math before freezing for a moment, turning to face you, his eye wide with shock* "I beg your pardon? So now I'd be 129."

see why i said ‘wow, you’re an old soul’? usually when people say that they’re an old soul, they died in like, the 1980’s

"I see what you mean now, I'm an old soul indeed." *He'd let out a chuckle* "so tell me, what was it like before you died? Have they finally solved poverty?"

pfft- solved poverty- you’re funny, nah, the economy got worse..everything was so expensive-

"So, you're saying it has all went to shit. But did they at least deal with the mafias?" *He'd tilt his head to the left once more*

uhhhh, i never heard anything about any REAL mafias? but mafia bosses became a love story sorta thing in books and tv shows- it’s a whole thing..

"... I was fucking drowned for being unable to pay off my debt and now the mafia is used for love stories?" *His eyes would twitch momentarily*

"I'm honestly quite concerned now; I was thrown into the lake by the mafia and I made a living as a hitman, why are people like this?"

"Well, the world really has gone mad. *He'd sigh* "Please tell me they at least did something right."

"That's rather interesting if I do say so myself. Back in my day, gay marriage wasn't socially acceptable or legal, so times have changed, and honestly for the better, I never saw why it wasn't legal to begin with."

yeah, i guess it has got better, but it was still kinda..people were getting killed, assaulted, terrorised just for being gay- it doesn’t feel THAT good, but, i guess it’s getting better.

"Well, it's better than nothing, believe me, it could've been much worse. I mean, at least it isn't frowned upon everywhere anymore."

yeah, guess i just, didn’t realise how good it was from a homophobic family..

*He'd sigh* "Listen. If you ever want to talk about it, I'm all ears, I may not be the most knowledgeable on the subject, but I can at least listen."

no, it’s fine, i don’t really..talk about it. or like to- the family stuff is connected to how i died, so it’s a bit of a..touchy subject-

"Oh, don't worry, I understand, not everything has to be shared, I mean, hey, the only reason I was in debt is because I took out a loan to pay for my mother's funeral." *After saying this, his posture would stiffen*

she must’ve been quite a mother to take out a loan you would end up dying for, for her funeral

"Oh, she truly was, she always told me our struggles were a test of character, but her passing took a toll on me and I stopped believing it. What would she think of me now?" *He'd tremble slightly, faintly but still noticeable*

well, i can’t really say. i don’t know her, or really you, but i remember hearing that mothers loved their kids no matter what or something like that, so she’d probably still think of you as the kid she loved all those years ago,

*He'd shed a tear, but before it could drop, he'd wipe it away, shaking his head* "You're probably right, but I'd rather not talk about it anymore."

ah, sorry, did i overstep?

"No, not at all, I just overshared again." *He'd clear his throat* "It's on me for talking so much."

i get that- i over shared a lot to my dads when i first died

"It was honestly nice to get that off of my chest, I've been holding that in for longer than I'd like to admit." *His posture softens slightly*

well there’s not really anyone to tell stuff, like therapists or something, down here

"I suppose that's true, but what I'm trying to say is thank you for listening."

oh, no problem. if you ever wanna, talk i guess, you can just come into the bakery and, i dunno get a pastry or some coffee- nope, not allowed coffee in the bakery..uhh, tea and we can talk?

"I'd like that, it sounds rather pleasant." *His posture finally softens completely*

*He'd let out a chuckle* "They sound like quite interesting the individual, I've met quite a few colorful people in my time."

he’s..something. an asshole, mostly. but he pays for everything for me so i don’t care that much

"Well don't they just sound like a ray of sunshine."

it’s mammon, sin of greed, what do you expect?

"Oh, I figured as much, but still, they sound like a real piece of work." *He'd take a seat, his focus set on you as he listens*

oh, piece of work is an understatement. imagine every shitty uncle mixed into one. only reason i haven’t complete cut him out of my afterlife is cause of the money, and cause he’s not homophobic. if he was homophobic? i’d never talk to him again

"Ah, I see, so it's that bad. Well, it has been made apparent that I wouldn't want to cross paths with them, and I'll keep that in mind."

he’s the worst uncle ever. you ever had an uncle?

"No, but I did have an aunt, though she was apparently killed the day before my birth, so I never met her."

i had an aunt, she was..hm.

"She was what exactly? You've got me curious my friend." *He'd lean forward in his seat, awaiting your answer*

homophobic, nosey, fatshaming, and just..a bitch.

"Oh, I see. Well, my father wasn't great either, he left my mother to raise me alone the day I was born, a read deadbeat if I must say so myself." *He'd sigh*

my birth dad didn’t even stick around during the pregnancy, once he heard my mum was pregnant? gone. dads are real fun, i guess

"Well, in the end, I did get the last laugh, during the height of my career, I happened to cross that deadbeat, got to shoot him between the eyes myself. It felt so right, yet it was so wrong, but I would do it again if given the chance."

again, my life sounds boring as fuck compared to yours-

"My life was quite a Rollercoaster, but it was also rather tiresome, I mean, I had to watch my back constantly because of my debt, and peace wasn't something I often had."

i had to watch my back a lot too- cause if i didn’t my brother literally tried to kill me…

"Well, we've both had it rough, in some ways similar, in some ways different, we both had people out to kill us, and we both had the cards stacked against us."

and then there’s the major differences, like our ages- jesus christ 129??? i’m 16-

"So, you died at the age of 14?" *He'd tilt his head to the side*

yup, couple days after my birthday i think?

"A few days after your own birthday? That's rather unfortunate timing." *He'd sigh*

that year kinda sucked, so not really unfortunate

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that, you were taken too young, and you were dealt terrible cards."

people have definitely been dealt worse- and i wouldn’t say ‘taken’s the right word, died yeah, but taken doesn’t fit

"Ah, my apologies. What term would you say fits best?" *He'd rest his arms on the table*

uhhhhh, huh, i don’t know-

"Well, I guess that is fair enough. Anyways, if it's not too personal, what caused your untimely demise?"

me, depression, both.

"I was referring to how you kicked the bucket, but I guess that narrows it down a little." *He'd shrug*

nah, that is how i died. killed myself

"For me I was thrown into a lake while tied to a block of concrete, though the I had a sack over my head when I was drowning. It was not a fun way to go I'll tell you that much."

there’s not really any ‘fun’ ways to die, cause no matter how you die it’ll either hurt or make you have a panic attack,

"Well, I mean, some deaths are less painful than others, and the quicker, the better." *He'd sigh* "You've got to feel bad for those who died a slow, painful death, I mean, I suffered a bit, but I was only conscious for 2 minutes of the process."

2 minutes is still kinda long, mine was short as hell, i died in like a couple seconds

"Why thank you darling, I've been wandering for about an hour now. *His many eyes lock onto yours before bowing in a polite manner* "Anyways, I wouldn't want to be wasting too much of your time, so buh bye now, and have a nice day."

*He'd pause mid step before Turning to face you once more* "Oh I'm well aware, but that isn't stopping me from showing courtesy my friend. *He'd let out a chuckle, tilting his head to the left*

ahh, alright- sorry, haven’t really talked to anyone in a while

"Oh no need to apologize my friend, there's nothing wrong with that." *He'd sigh* "I'm rather outdated in terms of social norms, so that's on me."

oh, no it’s fine! i’m used to old souls, when’d ya die, if you don’t mind me asking?

"When I had died you say?" *He'd tilt his head forward, resting a hand on where a chin would be on the sack* "Well, the answer to that question would be 1931."

wow, you are an old soul-

"Well, you aren't wrong in saying that I suppose I am rather old Considering. Wait, what year is it now?"

uhh well, i died 2 years ago, and it was 2024.. so, 2026?

*He'd take a moment to do the math before freezing for a moment, turning to face you, his eye wide with shock* "I beg your pardon? So now I'd be 129."

see why i said ‘wow, you’re an old soul’? usually when people say that they’re an old soul, they died in like, the 1980’s

"I see what you mean now, I'm an old soul indeed." *He'd let out a chuckle* "so tell me, what was it like before you died? Have they finally solved poverty?"

pfft- solved poverty- you’re funny, nah, the economy got worse..everything was so expensive-

"So, you're saying it has all went to shit. But did they at least deal with the mafias?" *He'd tilt his head to the left once more*

uhhhh, i never heard anything about any REAL mafias? but mafia bosses became a love story sorta thing in books and tv shows- it’s a whole thing..

"... I was fucking drowned for being unable to pay off my debt and now the mafia is used for love stories?" *His eyes would twitch momentarily*

"I'm honestly quite concerned now; I was thrown into the lake by the mafia and I made a living as a hitman, why are people like this?"

"Well, the world really has gone mad. *He'd sigh* "Please tell me they at least did something right."

"That's rather interesting if I do say so myself. Back in my day, gay marriage wasn't socially acceptable or legal, so times have changed, and honestly for the better, I never saw why it wasn't legal to begin with."

yeah, i guess it has got better, but it was still kinda..people were getting killed, assaulted, terrorised just for being gay- it doesn’t feel THAT good, but, i guess it’s getting better.

"Well, it's better than nothing, believe me, it could've been much worse. I mean, at least it isn't frowned upon everywhere anymore."

yeah, guess i just, didn’t realise how good it was from a homophobic family..

*He'd sigh* "Listen. If you ever want to talk about it, I'm all ears, I may not be the most knowledgeable on the subject, but I can at least listen."

no, it’s fine, i don’t really..talk about it. or like to- the family stuff is connected to how i died, so it’s a bit of a..touchy subject-

"Oh, don't worry, I understand, not everything has to be shared, I mean, hey, the only reason I was in debt is because I took out a loan to pay for my mother's funeral." *After saying this, his posture would stiffen*

she must’ve been quite a mother to take out a loan you would end up dying for, for her funeral

"Oh, she truly was, she always told me our struggles were a test of character, but her passing took a toll on me and I stopped believing it. What would she think of me now?" *He'd tremble slightly, faintly but still noticeable*

well, i can’t really say. i don’t know her, or really you, but i remember hearing that mothers loved their kids no matter what or something like that, so she’d probably still think of you as the kid she loved all those years ago,

*He'd shed a tear, but before it could drop, he'd wipe it away, shaking his head* "You're probably right, but I'd rather not talk about it anymore."

ah, sorry, did i overstep?

"No, not at all, I just overshared again." *He'd clear his throat* "It's on me for talking so much."

i get that- i over shared a lot to my dads when i first died

"It was honestly nice to get that off of my chest, I've been holding that in for longer than I'd like to admit." *His posture softens slightly*

well there’s not really anyone to tell stuff, like therapists or something, down here

"I suppose that's true, but what I'm trying to say is thank you for listening."

oh, no problem. if you ever wanna, talk i guess, you can just come into the bakery and, i dunno get a pastry or some coffee- nope, not allowed coffee in the bakery..uhh, tea and we can talk?

"I'd like that, it sounds rather pleasant." *His posture finally softens completely*

*He'd let out a chuckle* "They sound like quite interesting the individual, I've met quite a few colorful people in my time."

he’s..something. an asshole, mostly. but he pays for everything for me so i don’t care that much

"Well don't they just sound like a ray of sunshine."

it’s mammon, sin of greed, what do you expect?

"Oh, I figured as much, but still, they sound like a real piece of work." *He'd take a seat, his focus set on you as he listens*

oh, piece of work is an understatement. imagine every shitty uncle mixed into one. only reason i haven’t complete cut him out of my afterlife is cause of the money, and cause he’s not homophobic. if he was homophobic? i’d never talk to him again

"Ah, I see, so it's that bad. Well, it has been made apparent that I wouldn't want to cross paths with them, and I'll keep that in mind."

he’s the worst uncle ever. you ever had an uncle?

"No, but I did have an aunt, though she was apparently killed the day before my birth, so I never met her."

i had an aunt, she was..hm.

"She was what exactly? You've got me curious my friend." *He'd lean forward in his seat, awaiting your answer*

homophobic, nosey, fatshaming, and just..a bitch.

"Oh, I see. Well, my father wasn't great either, he left my mother to raise me alone the day I was born, a read deadbeat if I must say so myself." *He'd sigh*

my birth dad didn’t even stick around during the pregnancy, once he heard my mum was pregnant? gone. dads are real fun, i guess

"Well, in the end, I did get the last laugh, during the height of my career, I happened to cross that deadbeat, got to shoot him between the eyes myself. It felt so right, yet it was so wrong, but I would do it again if given the chance."

again, my life sounds boring as fuck compared to yours-