I'm sorry my fic writing is really horrible. Like, really. But I hope you enjoy it and please watch out for part 2 of your gift!! ****
Who knew that Heaven looked a lot like a doctor’s clinic? Actually, the better description would be an infinitely long hallway with multiple doors, but the doctor’s clinic at least, sounded a little more familiar.
Tolle didn’t remember much; he was on the Sky Grasper, and one minute he was averting a spray of bullets, and the next he met a gigantic shield head-on. It didn’t take a genius to put them together and make the conclusion that this wasn’t Earth anymore. For one thing, Earth was a lot more green. And blue. And definitely had more people than just him.
He sighed, walking at a steady pace and all the while wondering where exactly he was. Already he miss his friends at the Archangel terribly, wondering if they were all able to make it back safely, especially Kira. And Miriallia.
Just as Tolle was resigned to his fate of having to forever walk down the god-awful hallway, a door to his left creaked open. Curious, he peered inside to find that the room likened to that of a fancy cocktail lounge. There were people milling about chatting, drinks in hand. Even more curious, Tolle stepped inside and looked around. Now if THIS was Heaven, it was certainly a whole lot better than the corridors. Except he didn’t imagine that Heaven would have an intercom, shouting out a person’s name every now and then.
“Tolle?” someone said from behind. Twirling around, he came face to face with Fllay.
“Wait, what are you doing here?” Tolle replied, surprised. She wasn’t dead yet. And… even if she was, he always expected her to be more en route to hell, not this place.
“Waiting for my turn.”
“Your… what?” Tolle said, confused.
“You’ll see.” And with that, Fllay handed him a brochure and ran off into the crowd.
Tolle looked down the brochure, blinking. It read: “So You Want to be a Naked Hallucination for Gundam Pilots.”
I'm sorry my fic writing is really horrible. Like, really. But I hope you enjoy it and please watch out for part 2 of your gift!!
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Who knew that Heaven looked a lot like a doctor’s clinic? Actually, the better description would be an infinitely long hallway with multiple doors, but the doctor’s clinic at least, sounded a little more familiar.
Tolle didn’t remember much; he was on the Sky Grasper, and one minute he was averting a spray of bullets, and the next he met a gigantic shield head-on. It didn’t take a genius to put them together and make the conclusion that this wasn’t Earth anymore. For one thing, Earth was a lot more green. And blue. And definitely had more people than just him.
He sighed, walking at a steady pace and all the while wondering where exactly he was. Already he miss his friends at the Archangel terribly, wondering if they were all able to make it back safely, especially Kira. And Miriallia.
Just as Tolle was resigned to his fate of having to forever walk down the god-awful hallway, a door to his left creaked open. Curious, he peered inside to find that the room likened to that of a fancy cocktail lounge. There were people milling about chatting, drinks in hand. Even more curious, Tolle stepped inside and looked around. Now if THIS was Heaven, it was certainly a whole lot better than the corridors. Except he didn’t imagine that Heaven would have an intercom, shouting out a person’s name every now and then.
“Tolle?” someone said from behind. Twirling around, he came face to face with Fllay.
“Wait, what are you doing here?” Tolle replied, surprised. She wasn’t dead yet. And… even if she was, he always expected her to be more en route to hell, not this place.
“Waiting for my turn.”
“Your… what?” Tolle said, confused.
“You’ll see.” And with that, Fllay handed him a brochure and ran off into the crowd.
Tolle looked down the brochure, blinking. It read: “So You Want to be a Naked Hallucination for Gundam Pilots.”
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Love. Absolute love. Holy crap. XD ♥
A-And paid-time too omg I don't deserve that sadjkhflaksd I love you secret santaaaa.
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