“Is the camera on?” Blue asked, sitting on the little stool in front of the camera.

“Mhm,” the cameraman nodded. “So what’s it like in the bottom levels of the Afterlife work order?”

“It’s ok,” she shrugged. “I guess it can feel demeaning when you see people up higher have better things though.”

“Can you give an example?”

“Umm… Well the depression reps have to share bathrooms with the ED ones, and the people higher in positions get the good bathrooms, and we…” Her face changed to that of a traumatic flashback. “We do not get good bathrooms.”

*   *   *   *   *

“Alright, we’re rolling,” the cameraman said with a thumbs up. “So, Bulimion-”

“Don’t call me that!” he snapped. “My name is Todd!”

“Oh, sorry,” the cameraman said, throwing his hands up. “The paper here said Bulimion, so I thought it was a nickname-”

“It is,” he growled. “My stupid host calls me it and everyone won’t shut up about it! It’s been like this for like two decades.”

“So would you say your workplace is uninviting and makes you feel lesser?”

“I think-”

“Hey Bulimion, got your paperwork done yet?” asked a rep off screen.

“I’m gonna-” He picked up the stool he was sitting on, ready to throw it at the woman.

*   *   *   *   *

"Alright, can you tell us your name?"

"My name?" the woman asked. "Lonnie. Anxiety rep."

"Alright Lonnie, can you describe your working conditions?

"Describe my working conditions..." she laughed. "Listen, most people would have you believe this place is the worst, but when you get used to it, it's not that bad."

"Really? The previous interviewees mentioned how the bathrooms were unhygenic and the workplace attitude is derogatory towards him-"

"Him?" Lonnie questioned. "Oh, you talking about Bulimion?"

"..."

"Listen, he's just touchy," she smirked. "We all need a good laugh, and he's a great one."

"I believe he said it was demeaning-"

"He's just sensetive. He'll get over it after another 10 years. Or the guy can slap his host when he dies."

"Well, I don't think-"

"Are you done yet?" Lonnie coughed. "I've got a job to get to."

*   *   *   *   *

"Alright, your name's Ella?"

"Mhm," she nodded, taking another bite of her protein bar. "I work here."

"I... figured. That's why we got you here."

"Oh, what do you wanna ask?"

"Well we-" The cameraman stopped as Ella finished the bar and took out a bag of popcorn. She started eating away and paused when she realized the man wasn't saying anything.

"You can keep going," she said.

"Well, um, well can you tell us a bit about of yourself?"

"I'm Ella, a BED rep. My host is some woman, and I think I do a pretty good job. I even got employee of the month once."

"What would you say is the best part of your job?"

"Free snacks on Wednesday," Ella said without hesitation. "Easily the highlight of the week."

"Alright, if you could change anything about the workplace, what would you change first?"

"Free snacks every day," she said firmly, crumbling up the popcorn bag and taking out some chips. "I think I would be a hero."

*   *   *   *   *

"Alright, you're our final interviewee for today," the cameraman reported. "Can you tell us your name?"

"I'm Jeanelle," the woman hissed. "I'm a BPD rep. Possess a real bitch down in The Living. What's it to you?"

"Well Jeanelle-"

"Calll me Jean," she snapped. "Everyone calls me Jean."

"O-ok, Jean, can you tell me how your boss treats you?"

"Hmph. Are they going to be showed this?"

"Nope."

"Well, my boss is a real bitch," she spat. "Skinny bitch doesn't know how to do shit about her job and makes me and other personality disorder reps do all her work!"

"So you're forced to do work outside your job description?"

"I should be a fucking boss, not her!" she screeched. "That stupid bitch can barely write a sentence! She'd rather lay around like a dog with her snake while we work or not even come in and just screw her girlfriend all day-"

"What was that, Jeanelle?" hissed a voice as Beatrice walked into frame, all the snakes in her hair hissing.

"B-boss-" Jean yelped, her face turning into fear.

"Say it again, bitch!"

The video cut out as Beatrice grabbed Jeanelle's hair and yanked her off the stool, screaming.