- I gotta think of a catchphrase. Hmmm...
"Wootness!" is taken,
"Screw you!" is Heather's,
"Damn it!" is Angela's...
I can't think of a catchphrase!!! I need help. Help me! Hilf Mir! ¡Ayúdeme!
Ah! Got some!
Let the Angela obtain sight of the toast! Hold the fail! Bury the ugly phone! Shower in Failure! Looks like a Shroomish is still writing! Cupcake launched! Nail the bread to the wall!
AAAA! This is hopeless! Help me think of a catchphrase...
- Let's... just get on with the story...
"A letter to my future self
'Am I still happy' I began,
Have I grown up pretty?
Is Daddy still a good man?
Am I still friends with Coleen?
I'm sure that I'm still laughing...
Aren't I? Aren't I?"
Alex sang along to the next song on the radio. "Hey there, to my future self, if you forget how to smiiiiiiile...!" His voice cracked a few times.
Angela simply ignored him and kept staring out the window.
"Angela? You okay?"
"I'm fine. I just want to go to the library already."
"Why the library?"
"Because. Just take me there."
"Okaaaay... If you say so."
Alex drove up to the nearby library, and parked the car. He and Angela stepped out and headed for the doors. Inside was mostly empty, so there was barely any noise. Angela headed for the nonfiction section under the letter S. Alex grabbed a random book off the shelves and sat down.
"Where is it? Where is it? I need to find it!" Angela whispered. She looked all over the S shelves, but could not find a book on famous suicides. "Damn it!"
Alex happily read Twilight.
Angela frantically looked for a book on the subject, but could not. She backed up away from the shelves to see the higher books, but there wasn't any there either. Angela walked down the aisle while looking at the left shelves. She didn't notice someone carrying tons of books, and bumped into them, causing them to drop them all. "Oh! I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that..."
"That's okay. I drop books a lot anyway. I'm used to it," the person said, adjusting his round glasses. "What are you doing here?"
"Looking for a book on commiting suicide- I mean, a book on kittens...?"
"Suicide, huh? Do you know someone who wants to kill themself?" the guy asked, putting his books down.
Angela had to think quickly, and she looked at Alex. "He does!"
Alex looked up from his book. "Huh?"
"Yep. He does. I saw him trying to suffocate himself in his car."
The man in glasses walked over to Alex and said, "Young man, why do you want to end your life?"
"Who the hell are you?" he asked.
"The name's Vincent. Don't forget it, okay?"
"What are you talking about? I don't wanna kill myself!"
"Your friend here said she saw you trying to."
"Angela! How could you say that?"
"I, uh... I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me!"
"Angela, I'm not your father. I won't hurt you for lying."
"No!" she screamed, and ran up the stairs to the second floor.
Alex and Vincent were quiet.
The sound of Angela's panicked footsteps leaked through the ceiling.
"So... do you want to end your life?"
"I said no, stranger!"
"My name is Vincent! I told you not to forget it!"
"Whatever! I'm going to go check on Angela. You stay here."
"What?!" Vincent said
"You heard me," Alex said, and headed up the stairs. When he reached the top, Angela was nowhere in sight. "Angela?" he called. There was no voice, but he heard window shades go up. He looked for the source of the sound, and he found Angela. She had pulled the shade cord down, and tried to strangle herself with it.
"Angela!" Alex shouted. He ran over to her and tried to pry the cord out of her hands. When that didn't work, he pulled out his combat knife and cut the string wrapping around her neck.
Angela's fists hit the ground after the string was cut. "Why did you do that?" she asked. "I have to die. I must die."
Alex discarded the string and replied, "No you don't. Suicide is for idiots. Are you an idiot?"
"You are not. Come on, let's get out of here," Alex said, and helped Angela off the ground. They went down the stairs and started heading out.
"Alex!" Vincent called.
"What do you want?"
"I know what happened with your girlfriend here. You should take her to a mental hospital or something."
"First of all, Angela is not my girlfreind, and second, I won't leave her in a place like that."
"Then slap a pair of handcuffs on her! It's at least gonna keep her from slashing her throat."
"What?! Actually, it's not a bad idea..."
"Alex!" Angela said.
"Do you have a pair on you, Vincent?"
"I do, actually. Here. Don't ask."
"Turn around, Angela. Ooh, I feel like a cop!"
"No! Don't touch me!" Angela screamed, and tried to run away, but Vincent got in front of her and kept her from going anywhere, giving Alex enough time to put the handcuffs on her. "Get me out of these!"
"Nope," Alex said. He really wanted to get back to Twilight.
"Fine! Be like that!" Angela yelled, stomping away from him. She went to the window and started banging her head on it. Alex didn't mind that, since he does it too. Then the window cracked, cutting her forehead. She continued banging her head, anyway. That's when Alex took notice.
"Angela! Stop that! You'll ki- never mind. Just get over here."
Angela stepped away from the window, and blood was running down her face.
"Alex, your girlfriend is injured. Shouldn't you help her?"
"She's not my girlfriend!"
"Take it easy, it's just a joke. Take a Kleenex and wipe the blood off or something."
"What? I'm not touching another person's blood!"
"Why? Are you hemophobic?"
"No! I just... don't want to get suicidal like Angela."
"Feeling suicidal is not a disease!"
"So?! I am not touching Angela's blood!"
Angela just returned to the window and started banging her head again.
The risen Claudia looked at her surroundings. The place looked exactly as it was the day she died. She looked at the floor behind her, and hundreds of maggots were crawling on the floor, looking for something to eat. On the other side, the floor was torched, as if someone lit it on fire. Claudia looked up, and saw the hole she was pulled in through.
Something was scurrying around above the hole.
Claudia followed the sound from under the hole, and whatever was making noise crawled into the hole. A humanoid monster with a twitching head was climbing down on the wall. It was looking for God's corpse.
Claudia watched the monster step on the maggots, their white insides painting the floor. Its head twitched constantly, further making it look like it had no face. It then stopped squishing maggots, and looked in Claudia's direction. It sensed parts of God inside her, and it started walking toward her with hostility, its head still twitching. It stretched out one of its arms toward Claudia's head, and she displayed her godly powers by immediately grabbing its arm and breaking it.
The monster cried out in pain, and stumbled backwards. Claudia stepped toward it and pushed it to the ground. The monster tried getting up, then Claudia grabbed its head, and tore it off. A fountain of blood spewed out from its neck, and it fell over. Claudia glanced at the monster's head. It was blank and leathery. "If only I could do that in my past life."
The inner chapel had the look of the Otherworld, but that was its normal appearance. Cladia headed for the huge doors leading to a hall. Inside this hall was a big industrial fan, covered by few metal bars. Claudia navigated through the chapel until she reached the exit near Lakeside Amusement Park.