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The last thing Turbo did was scream. His uncontrollable cy-bug urges caused him to fly directly into the diet cola beam. What a way to go, right? Not for Turbo, of course. It hurt like hell.
Speaking of hell, Turbo thought he might’ve woken up in one.
A void containing no real floor, but simply one that Turbo could feel, but not see. That’s where he woke up.
He was back as himself. Not King Candy. Not that weird cy-bug he had turned into. He was Turbo. God, it almost felt weird being in his own body again, after years of being in King Candy’s.
Turbo looked around, but there was no trace of color. Just darkness. It sent a cold shiver up his spine.
Turbo began walking through the void, his eyes darting around. He wasn’t the nervous type, the complete opposite, in fact! But this void, this.. afterlife.. it gave him chills.
Soon enough, Turbo began seeing doors. One with a Tetris poster on it. One with a Galaga poster on it. One with a Centipede poster on it. So on. Lots of unplugged games were here. It filled Turbo with a bit of nostalgia, but more realization.
So this was the afterlife, huh? A lot emptier than what Turbo expected.
Suddenly, in the midst of Turbo’s thinking, he ran face first into a door. Turbo stumbled back, then looked up. The door was blank. Turbo tilted his head.
“I see you’ve finally arrived, Turbo.”
A male voice suddenly spoke behind him, causing Turbo to jolt. The voice was gravelly, tired, like a worn out man in his thirties who was in debt. Turbo whipped around, only to see a familiar figure, but one Turbo didn’t know.. it was like.. he knew him, even if they’ve never met.
Death.
The Grim Reaper, whatever they call ‘em nowadays. Turbo blinked, then cleared his throat.
“Whath’s your deal, eh?! Following me? I ain’t thsigning autographs, ya know.”
Turbo attempted to sound egotistical as usual, arrogant, but Death’s presence just made Turbo’s skin crawl, causing a shaky tone in his voice along with his lisp.
“Hm. I’m not here for an autograph.”
Death was tall. Freakishly so. He was probably about six foot five! While Turbo was four foot nothing. Kinda embarrassing. He was dressed in that stereotypical black cloak that dragged across the floor, face hidden. Though, he seemed to be wearing gloves. Was he even a skeleton like how some people imagine him? Speaking of Death’s hands, in his left hand was that familiar Scythe, blade glimmering. Around Death’s right hand was a chain, which dragged across the ground. There was a bit of a broken chain on his left, which didn’t drag across the ground.
Turbo coughed, glaring at Death.
“What do you want, then?”
Turbo asked, making Death move forward.
“I was gonna show you to your door. But I see you’ve found it.”
Death says, reaching his free hand out to open the door for Turbo, revealing a completely white void. An anti void, one might say. (Iykyk)
“Make yourself at home.”
Turbo walked in, then realized something.
“Wait- where am I gonna-“
But the door was already shut in his face.
“… stay.”
Turbo groans after finishing his sentence, falling back onto the floor of the anti void. What the hell was he supposed to do here??