Dop.

    Dop. Dop. Dop. Dop. Dop. Lurking through the hall ways...  you find... a greasy, gooey, slimy..... Glob. Just sitting there. With a stone in your hands, and a stone sunken through the glob, YOU use the stone and touch the the glob's stone with your stone. GLOP. The rocks collide, as the cave collapses, you stand there letting the rocks fall on your head. -------------................-----^----------^------^-----^----^---^---^------------------------------- Beep Beep Beep Beep. The last noises you hear on earth. You in this case, find yourself in your afterlife.
       With no more time to spare, you are asking yourself all these questions, answering the questions carefully... one step. AT A TIME. Don't let it hurt you, make yourself believe... that you are actually living in a alternate universe... No doubt... you don't even remember how it happened...all you remember is eating a cupcake then BOOM! You fell into a deep sleep and you see the slimy ugliness, it drives you crazy! How did this happen? It was either the cupcake or the end table, you don't know what to believe... your other theory is... sigh.... a sort of long story...
      You don't know what could've happened. It all started with a bet.... You stood there looking at your friend, only friend after 22 years of life, with an icy glare in your eyes. "No way am I doing that! We are at a nightclub sure... but I am not doing that!" You watch as your friend drinks and drinks and goes crazy, you bring your friend home, although she is very heavy You lay your friend on her couch but tiredly and unconsciously you hit the end table with your head. But, the last theory could be true as well.... you remember doing all these things but your brain is making you feel like you only have one real theory...
    Could be the car accident but, it sounded to cheesy for you... but here's the recap anyways... You left hurriedly from your job knowing, that you hate your boss, you hate your co-worker you hate everyone there! Their all to passive aggressive or.. to violent or always negative, the place is a bit gloomy, ya say? You leave without thinking about the friends you made who were at least not as gloomy.... You run up to your boss, with a certain look on your face, with your teeth stuck together like the top & bottom row were glued together saying: "I quit," before you boss can grab you back or something, you run, seeing him running after you saying "WAIT! I need... workers... like... you..." running, he is breathing so hard, you just quit it, keep running, and the lights are green without a moment of realization you run and run, until you see tires screeching right over you... You think you're invincible for a second then....  CRASH! SCREECH! KABOOM! Beep...Beeep..Beep...
     How do you forget things this easily in your afterlife..? Until... you realize something, there are people staring at you. Well, they don't look exactly like people, they have scaly hands going all the way up to their hands, but 3 of them catch your eye, They have spiky fins on the back of them and glorious tails that drag across the floor, you also realize they have crowns and they have the mouths dropping and tear shedding.  You looks at yourself... and think Why are they staring? Do I smell? So You sniff yourself... you don't--- The people lift you up in her arms singing some weird tune. Hasaheda Hasaheda ALL HAIL THE LOST ROYALTY! ALL HAIL THE LOST ROYALTY! The woman stares at me wth her gorgeous green eyes that shine like emeralds. You think: Uhh... she is probably the queen. You kneel, "Your highness.." "No, No! Dear, you are royalty! "I'm sorry but... I already have biological parents, even my DNA test matched with that and there are pictures of me being born by my mom and..." You babble. "No, dear.. that is on earth but, this is your after life." You realize that you have the same fins. and royalty probably tend to sniff themselves. "No, no.. you got it all wrong!" You say.. They give you the grand tour..  You don't like this, you know you aren't meant to be royalty, you would rather be a peasant or a guard or servant. Except, even if you aren't royalty in your afterlife you are treated the same...