Within a room lit by light from the window, a boy wearing a white school uniform was seated while feeling the soft surface of the uncovered mattress. With a creak, he fell to his side. As he opened his sleepy dark-brown eyes, he caught sight of a wall painted in a shade of blue.

After scratching his almond hair, he heaved a sigh and sat up to a hunch. Roaming his eyes around, the seemingly empty room made his frown more apparent. Shifting his sight, a framed photo, reflecting light, stood on a drawer beside the mattress. Lifting himself, he walked towards the drawer.

After grabbing the photo, the reflected light vanished, revealing two children playing freely in a park.

“...” Unable to muster a word, he held the frame tight in silence.

Quietly, he unzipped the bag slung from his shoulders down to his waist. Placing the frame inside, he moved towards the open door. Turning around, he took one last glance before closing it shut.

Walking down the sloped alley, he passed over open canals made by cement. Catching sight, he stood aside and let a man carrying woven baskets pass by before continuing down his path. Above him, clothesline hanged loosely from one building to another. And as he walked into the open, a field of grass blanketed his view.

“Just one more,” mustering his legs, he continued walking into the field of grass. Moving forward, he approached a forest, devoid of any residents.

Entering the forest, “here goes,” the boy muttered.

While trampling over dried leaves, an odd wooden structure emerged between tree-trunks from the distance. Moving towards it, its wooden frame, blotched by mushrooms, became evident. Surrounding it, a chock-full of weeds grew unimpeded.

Near the frame, the boy pushed hard on the creaking door. Within it, an odd darkness filled the structure's gaps, leaving nothing but a dark void.

Unexpected, the boy scrunched a curious glance within.

“This is weird.”

Moving inside, he tried to reach for a flashlight hanging from the side. Clicking it on, he expected to light the room up, but in contrary, the lights went out.

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“Uuuh...” he muttered, “what happened?”

Assaulted by a headache, he clenched his head between his hands.

Recalling his previous actions, “I went back to the hideout then...” lifting his pained face, he looked around, but he saw nothing but a room filled with nothing but a white wall, floor, and ceiling.

On the other hand, “what’s this for?” a large pane of glass stood at his side.

On the other side of the glass, “Welcome oh, enlightened one,” a beautiful woman dressed in a white garment similar to the Greeks stood before a boy.

“W-where am I?” asked the boy.

Expressing a frown, “Unfortunately, you have died.”

“What?!” shouted the boy, “I died?!”

“Yes,” lifting a hand to the boy’s shoulder, “you have died by the hand of a Truck.”

“A Truck?! You mean that Truck?!”

“Yes, and because of that, you’ll be reincarnated into another world with a che- blessing.”

Raising his hand into the air, “Yosh! Reincarnation get!” and thus the boy vanished in thin air.

After the boy vanished, a couch appeared beside the woman. Taking a seat, she took out a cigar from nowhere and smoked.

Behind the woman, a glowing neon light blinked repeatedly while displaying the word ‘HEAVEN’.

Wait, if that’s the case, then I’m dead too?!

Within the room the boy was held, a seam traced on the white wall, revealing a knob-less door. From the door, a woman dressed similarly emerged.

As she came close, her wavy blonde hair fluttered slightly at each step.

Gesturing over the air, “let’s see,” a clipboard manifested from thin air.

Gulping, “H-hello,” I stared at her godly beauty.

“Your name is, Ronald D. Duck?”

“Y-yes.”

Frowning, “I’m sorry but...”

“I died?”

Shaking her head, “Unfortunately, no.”

Unfortunately?

“You’re still alive, but you’re not going to heaven.”

Surprised, Ronald asked, “W-why?”

Smiling, “Someone else will explain,” she said.

And so the boy’s vision went out for the second time.

***

Regaining his vision, “Uuhh… Not again...” he muttered.

From the dirt, he propped up his body, however, this time, his surroundings were coated in a blanket of various sweets: crackers, cookies, ice creams, marshmallows, candies, milk, chocolate, and a lot more.

While roaming his eyes around the unfamiliar and unbelievable place, a squeaking sound came from behind him. Turning around, he found a plush toy with a familiar appearance.

“A stuffed toy based on Lily?”

Although a plush doll, the short brown hair tied into side tail, and an eye stitched in blue imitated the features of his friend.

Lifting its small arm, “Ronald!” said the plush, “you came!”

Recognizing the voice, “L-lily’s voice?!” he took a step back and tumbled to his but, “and a speaking doll?!”

“That’s rude!” replied the doll, “it’s me, Lily! The one and only Lily!”

Then suddenly, the doll’s chest ripped open. From the ripped chest, cotton burst like smoke.

After the pile of cotton rolled, “Tada!” a girl with similar features with the doll emerged.

Smiling, though her eyes devoid with light, “Ronald!” she lifted her arms up into the air.

“Welcome to this magical place!” and as she reached her hands to her sides, “Hell!”

Then the sweet dream-like surroundings were coated in a sea of flames.