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There's a bright light and everything stings, but somehow Zak manages to shake the feeling away and open his eyes.
Once his eyes open he notices 2 things. One is that there are two doors with signs, the second is that there’s blood all around him but not on him. Zak stands up to try and take in more of his surroundings.

There is nothing to indicate a way out of the area he is in, but there are signs next to the doors. When he reaches the doors he decides that this whole situation is a prank, since the doors read “Heaven” and “Hell”. Zak smirks and decides to open the door that reads “Hell” thinking about how hilarious his friends' reactions will be upon not going to Heaven.

When Zak opens the door he is suddenly surrounded by heat. ‘Man they really went all out on this-’ The room is still rather dark despite how bright it is in the one he just came from, so he tries opening the door a little more,only for the door to slam completely closed. ‘Who did they hire for this??’ After taking a few steps Zak hears a gasp and a voice he doesn’t recognize says “ Finally Someone is here!!” and the room lights up.

Standing only a few feet away, is a 9ft creature wearing a black and red outfit with black horns sprouting from their head, one the slightest bit longer than the other having a strange circular light floating over it. The creature's eyes are pure white and their teeth as they smile look as sharp as obsidian blades. Zak can’t quite see behind it, but he does notice the tips of black bat-like wings. “My name is-” Then it goes black.

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The Demon, now ranked Devil, dropped his things and raced towards the now falling newcomer. As soon as he caught him a bright, almost blueish light came from the person. ‘Welp’ thought the Devil ‘Guess I’ll have to wait for introductions.’

                                                         ~skip brought by- muffins~

Zak shifted uncomfortably in his sleep. ‘Since when was it so hot in here-?’ He tried to roll over to a cooler side of his mattress, but something stabbed him in the back. Jolting up, Zak remembered what happened. He looked around frantically for the creature before he caught a wave of nausea from getting up too quickly. “Oh-! you’re awake-!” Zak finally gained his composure and looked over the, no doubt, demon.

It still had all the features Zak remembered seeing before he passed out, except he had an apron on over his outfit. “I made some snacks, they’re still warm- seeing as nothing gets cold down here- You should be pretty tired since you now have your new body and everything.” The Demon put a plate of pastries down on a table next to Zak and put their hand out. “I’m BBH which stands for Burdened by Hel- which isn’t thatttt good of a name but it’s something that people referred to me as so it’s just kinda my name but-” the demon, Bbh, went on ranting about its name while Zak processed the words being said

‘New body..?’

Bbh paused, realizing that he was just spewing nonsense at this point (and he decided he shouldn’t have to explain the reason he had made up this name on the spot). The newcomer, whose name he still hadn’t gotten, looked lost. “Hey, are you okay?“ The newly formed demon didn’t seem to notice that he spoke. ‘Is he ignoring me???’ Bbh was about to say something else when the diamond-littered boy in front of him decided to speak up. “This...This isn’t real..right? Like- I just turned 20. I- I can’t be dead. No. This is just some huge prank that Mega or Spifey are playing for revenge or something.” At this point, the boy had stood up and started looking around.

Bbh started to feel a twinge of guilt or pity for the kid- He was decently young in human years and had a lot of life left that he could have lived, but some were younger so he didn’t feel all that bad. Stepping in front of the frantic gem demon, Bbh gripped onto his shoulders and looked him in his eyes. Instead of the dark brown eyes he had when he arrived, he now had bright crystal-like blue eyes.

“Calm down. This may be a new experience and whatever, but I can assure you that this is real. It’s not that bad-! Look, you even have wi- holy muffin.” Rather than the black wings that are supposed to protrude from demons’ backs, he had white ones. They were tiny like demons’, but were feathery and bright like angels'. The boy that the wings belonged to looked up at Bbh with fear- no doubt from the grip on his shoulders. The boy took a breath and the tension in his shoulders disappeared. “Did you just say ‘muffin’?”

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What happens when you anger a demon? Some might think it’ll kill you or some violent action. Well that’s farrrr from the truth in this very..shall we say, special case. This particular demon will pout and shout, growl and prowl, and possibly even bark(lol) at you. “SKEPPPYYYYYYY YOU MUFFIN-HEAD!!! WHAT ARE YOU TELLING SAPNAP-?!?!?!?!” Oh- Well it seems the demon is on it’s way- “hey Sapnap if your dad comes over here tell him ‘I have no fucking clue where he want b*tch’ got it?

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I literally choked with the effort it took to not laugh at this guy- like, how was I supposed to believe that he was a demon when he said ‘muffin’ in place of swear words. On top of that-! He was still wearing an apron and he looked more like an angry preschool teacher on Halloween than he did a monstrous spawn of evil. “What kinda d emon says ‘muffin’ as a swear word? You could've said ‘holy shit’ or some-”~''Language-!” oh my god can this situation become any more fake? I swear this guy's voice went up like 2 octaves when he screamed. “English- I mean I know you're a ‘demon’ or whatever but geez-” “that’s not what I- grrr whatever.” This time I couldn’t hold my laughter. This guy growled at me. I couldn’t bare to look at him the whole time I was laughing,so when I heard heavy steps running I half expected it to be him stomping off. It wasn’t.

A/N: I forgot they were still in Bad’s spare room- oof pretend they went to the living room sometime last chapter. I’ll probably rewrite that one soon anyhow

“LUCY NO! BAD GIRL!” Lucy was practically smothering the kid to death. It took me quite a while to get her off of him, but I was able to. At this point though, the boy was already covered from head to toe in slobber and looked completely scarred. “...Are you okay..?” Lucy doesn’t usually bite anyone without a command.The kid didn’t look physically hurt,but he did deem to be in some sort of trance. “Hey are you okay?’ I gently shake his shoulder. “She didn’t bite you, did she?” Lucy had been sent to her bed, so if he passes out again I haven’t a single clue where I’m going to put him… And yep- there he goes.. I sigh and put him on the couch with some cushions under his neck and back. I’d have to show him how to retract or at least go about normally with his wings.

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“-Ak Zak-!” I quickly pulled the phone away from my ear, I must’ve zoned out while talking to George. “What?” I take in my surroundings and as I’m crossing the street some asshole speeds past me. “You’ve been zoning out this whole time- are you okay?” I flip the guy off, even though he’s been long gone, and put the phone back to my ear. “Yeah, sorry, I’m okay. Just crossing the street and some guy passed a light- whatever. What were you saying before?” I try to remember where I was even going when- “I was- oh! Hey dude I see- ZAK MOVE-!!!!” I turned around to see George and right when I was about to ask ‘why?’ something hits my back, knocking the air out of my lungs, and I can hear something crack and I try to breathe in to scream from the amount of pain it is, but when I try to draw oxygen in, I can feel my lungs stabbing into my ribs, causing the small amount of air I did bring in to immediately come out with blood. After that everything is a blur. I can hear yelling, screaming, crying, sirens, honking, and my name being repeated over and over. 

A/N: Should I have different fonts to show when I do a POV change, or should I just say? Or maybe just let you guess- 

I had just finished putting away the pastries I baked earlier when I heard a loud sharp gasp. I glanced over the island in my kitchen to see that the kid had woken up. He looked extremely confused and panicked, so I poured a glass of lukewarm water and brought it to him. “Hey… you, okay?” He sharply turned towards me and looked about ready to both scream and throw up at the same time. He opened his mouth as if he were going to speak, but then he quickly clamped his hand over his mouth. 'Guess he decided on throwing up’ I thought to myself while I set the glass of water down and quickly brought a small trash can over. I slightly cringed at the amount of blood and- ‘Are those diamonds?’ How the he- muffin- did this kid die??? I continue to pat and rub circles on his back until he stops for a good minute. “Do you feel better now?” The kid looks at me quizzically before trying to talk, instead of whatever he was trying to say a raspy ‘Wha-’ comes out. I hand him the glass of water and he eyes it suspiciously for about 10 seconds before grabbing it. After he chugged half the glass down, he spoke. “What do you think?” His words were absolutely soaked in sarcasm. I sigh and hand him a piece of bread. “Eat this, kid, it'll make your stomach feel better. I’ll make something for you to eat since you’ve been here for a good 5 hours and haven’t eaten anything.” “And why would I eat anything you give me?” “You're already dead and in hell, what point would there be for me to do anything. You don’t have to be so skeptical of everything.”  

“I am not ‘skeptical’ of everything! Just of you and your ‘food’.” I roll my eyes irritably, “You are too skeptical of everything. Look, this is you, ‘mememememe Why are you giving me water when my throats dry, why are you going to give me food, mehmehmeh my name's skeppy Cuz I’m skeptical of everything that’ll make me feel better.’ that’s you.” When I finished, I half expected him to yell back or something, but instead of that he burst out laughing. His laugh was oddly contagious but I tried to pretend I was still upset. “wHy DoEs YoUr VocAl RaNgE gO sO hIgH!?!?” He managed to laugh out, hypocritically going in a higher pitch than my voice did.  I just grumbled and turned away to head to the kitchen. He continued laughing for a bit before catching his breath. “Wait” a gasp and a small giggle escaped. “My name is actually Zak, for your information.”