Carlos went out into the storm with his equipment, since the weather was really interesting around Sleepy Peak Peak (what, with Spooky island and that one side of the lake always being covered in dark, foreboding clouds).
As he approached one of the locations of a lightning strike however he paused, seeing a person on the ground. Oh no – did it strike someone?
Carlos hurried over and dropped his equipment to the side to start inspecting the body for life.
“He-hello? Hello, can you hear me? Sir?”
J: “Nope” he crossed his arms over his stomach, glancing back at Carlos “Believe Me when I say actually tried though..”
“Should I pick up some drugs to help you?” Carlos asked. “Benadryll or Melatonin or something? You need to rest to heal…”
J: “I probably have some at home still.. Rest isn’t just just sleep, Though”
“You’re not at home, remember?” Carlos asked. “That’s why I’m asking.”
J: he chuckles “I know I’m not at home, I’m just saying I can rest when I get home”
“Are you even strong enough to get yourself back at this point?” Carlos asked him.
J: “Probably” he shrugged again “Even if I’m not, I can just text My brother or Boyfriend..”
“Is he on Earth right now?” Carlos asked. “Wait, does your phone actually get service here?”
J: he looked abit confused “My phone doesn’t usually reach hell, But at least Anthony’s usually on earth..”
“So… your brother makes frequent trips here? What for?”
J: “My brother and I have the same job, but that means one of us has to work the long hours while the other stays at our house”
“What’s your job? If you don’t mind me asking…”
J: he glanced away “I.. Collect contracts..”
“Contracts? Like… souls?”
J: he rubs the back of his neck “No one can pick their job in hell..”
“That’s… bizarre, to me. To say the least.”
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