Takes place post-series, starring all the dead characters in the afterlife, such as Keller the Schillingers, Adebisi, Cyril, the Schibettas, Dino and many more, since… what’s alive now, can die any second. It’s Oz after all.

Co-written with apple_pie_champ

Well, by the way the guy looked last time he saw him, it didn’t surprise James when he had the invitation to the funeral on his breakfast table. Mr. Fitzroy enjoyed many things, and fine dining was just one of them - all those steaks he inhaled must have gotten him into an early grave rather sooner than later. Not to mention everything else.

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The cup of coffee in front of him has gone cold. He’s been sitting here for two hours straight - his behind is starting to hurt - working on the mile-high piles of papers in front of him. And the large heap that they seem to grow out of. He needs a fucking break, he can’t take this anymore. He grabs the remote, turns the little tv in his office on ( Read more... )

He looks at the lump of human on his bed, making these horrible noises as Velez wraps him up in bandages. He’s obviously in pain.

Louis had been unable to save him. He couldn’t even pay those niggers back. Instead, he ran away like some little pussy. The feeling of shame is almost as unbearable as seeing his cousin like this.

“I’ve never seen ( Read more... )

The warden just sits there rubbing his temples, when she yet again reminds him that as the fucking warden, he has some basic responsibilities running the place. The fat fuck. “Look, everything is under control. Now that Medward - as well the mail and visitation rooms - are under strict staff supervision, those animals cannot run this dump anymore ( Read more... )

Johnny Post is in the game again. Took a damn while to be back on his feet, but this guy with a weird afro, who always seems kind of doped up, tried a lot of shit out on him. Whatever shit they were, some of them seemed to have helped. The others distrusted him, and it’s not like Johnny didn’t, but he simply cared too little. Now, he’s glad he ( Read more... )

He looks at the papers in front of him. He’s been trying to keep this calendar for some time now, but the seasons and months seem to come and go as they please, so he’s resorted to just counting the days since he last saw Annette. It’s been a while. A horrible, long, long while.

Sure, he’s gotten messages and things through Dr. Ward, but it’s just ( Read more... )

He takes a bite of mashed potatoes. It’s cold. It was warm just a few minutes ago. The heater’s still busted, but he supposes if L and H are still at each other’s throats despite heavy losses on both sides, then his block might be able to take advantage - yes, wait for those hot-heads to have taken each other out and then see how far he can take it ( Read more... )

He leans back, stretching and taking a deep breath. Finally, out of all these restricting layers. About time that heating issue got resolved, even if other blocks weren’t as lucky. It really was bad - not quite as bad as a Siberian winter in his opinion, but close enough. Alexander has caught a bad cold and is leaving his dirty tissues all over ( Read more... )

Those dumplings better be good. Hu Wang’s orders. Well to be honest, things were much better for him than for his parents in their days, so dumplings always tasted rather mundane and bland for him. But hell, what is Chinese New Year without dumplings? Sure, the family isn’t here to fold it with him - not that he particularly cares. Sides, it’s not ( Read more... )