Darkness Part 2

Snacks.

A lot of them.

I could probably get us sewed if I said them all. Wait no, how could I if we’re in this weird ass void.

“Alrighty!!”

He finished his unnamed copyright-friendly lime soda and prepared to tell the story. How did he get the snacks? That's honestly beyond me.

“To be honest, I’m not sure who you are myself but I could tell you your appearance.”

I crossed my arms

“Skinny”

Huh?!

“Medium length unkempt hair”

What?!

“Looks like he gets absolutely no bitches”

Bitches?!

“And worst of all…”

worst of all…

“Only Five Eleven tall”

What the?!?!

“At least you're latino, they’re pretty good looking.”

Wait, that's cool but…

“Celeste what were those weird sound effects after every insult you said about me.”

He lifted a finger to his temple and tapped it twice.

“Vine boom.”

I have no clue what that is…

“Oh yeah you forgot everything pop culture related when you died btw”

“What's ‘BTW’”

“... forget it”

I looked on in confusion but disregarded that comment as I eagerly waited for him to start the story.

“Yeah so short ass latino guy, you died in the crosswalk of 33rd street on Manhattan New York right outside Penn Station… I think?”

You think.

“Well I don’t have all cities mapped out, I’m from Europe anyways. Specifically London.”

Celeste shockingly added,

“Wait, do you remember other countries?”

“To be honest you’ve confused me since you said ‘Latino’”

He paused then slumped down in annoyance and boredom and stuffed his face with cheesy triangle chips. I feel like my brain is contradicting itself, I could've sworn I remembered a Mr. Bryant but now I’m struggling to comprehend a location like Europe. Celeste took notice of my confusion.

“I’m guessing you kind of remember certain pop culture and physical locations and countries.”

I nodded with uncertainty.

“Well continuing on your main-character-esque backstory, or rather…”

I stared in anticipation.

“Underwhelmingly mundane cause of death…”

I tilt my head in confusion.

“You see, you’re not starting some fun isekai or whatever where you take revenge on the person who killed you.”

I pretend to follow along.

“The person who killed you…”

I eagerly await his-

“Was you.”

…

It was as if all my excitement was forcibly removed from my body at once. I committed suicide? Why?

“Why?”

“Don’t ask me, you didn’t even leave a note. And we can't even identify the body since you had no possessions on your person and your face was deformed.”

“You were run over by a car as you dived in head first”

I winced as he continued.

“Your neck rotated about 390 degrees and almost came clean off but all your teeth were knocked out and your face was cleaned off your head. And your fingers were all missing when it happened.”

I wanted to vomit but my current state of being did not allow me to.

“The police could've put effort into identifying you but they simply didn't, shows how corrupt the world is.”

Celeste munches on some black and white cookies.

“Why am I here…”

He looks at me. That's all I could muster to say after hearing my morbid fate. Celeste swallows and sips some milk as he takes his feet off the desk and hunches over.

“You’re here because I want you here.”

I look on in confusion.

“I asked what religion you were a part of because in Christianity, suicide is a sin.”

I look on in pain and confusion.

“Suicide is a sin in the afterlife and you committed said sin, meaning only eternal damnation awaits you beyond here.”

I look on in regret and pain and confusion.

“But I grabbed you and pulled your soul here instead simply because I was in the area, and I needed some extra power in my plotting.”

I look on in concern yet ever lasting confusion.

“Let me tell you what I am.”

His desk disappears leaving just him in his chair.

“I am what is known as a Spirit Watcher.”