Afterlife Hospital

Chapter II - I'm leaving and no one can stop me

"The name's [Chuck]."

After having pelted the ever living crap out of the doll's head, the abomination with the body of an ogre and the voice of siren immediately ran over to it to fix it.

Surprisingly she was good at sewing.

I don't even know anymore.

Anyway, the doll introduced itself as 'Chuck'.

"What crime did you commit? Murder? Molestation? Rape? Heck I think you might've done all of them at some point."

"Listen 'ere, bud!"

It walks up to me and stares up at me through its creepy mask. He points a finger as if it took exception to what I just said.

"It was murder."

He says proudly. Does he want a medal for that or something?

Great~ a doll possessed by a killer, we won't get sued for this, no siree! Not us. This really is hell isn't it? But I don't remember doing anything bad to anyone! Well, I guess it's a moot point since I don't remember anything at all.

I glanced over at the grotesque amalgamation of flesh and corpses who was cuddling the killer doll in her laps. I thought Sadoko was bad but this is just taking the rotten, maggot filled cake and eating it too.

"Are you going to introduce her?"

I ask. I mean might as well right? These guys may look bad but deep down inside they're… probably as bad as they look but hey, they haven't attacked me yet. In fact I was the one who attacked them but they all seemed so cool with it so why not ride this train, right?

"H, [Helena]."

She answers me like she's a young school girl talking to her crush. In her case she really would 'crush' them.

"That's… a cute name for an abomination."

"Eh?"

Her tree eyes get slightly teary as I insult her openly. I would be more apologetic about what I just said if her tears weren't made from red cordial. Seriously what?

The god damned 'weeping Mary' statue was less creepy than this.

"Ei, I'll forgive you for breaking down my door. I'll even forgive you for knocking off my head, but don't think for a second I'll let you stand there and insult my girl, ya hear? So you better apologize before I get really angry."

The doll threatens me. I know I should at least feel some sort of feedback from that since he is an actual killer but I don't. it's like getting told off by your four year old niece, whatever she says you can just block your ears and go 'lalalalala~ I can't hear you~' and the problem will eventually solve itself.

"Oh doctor~ I didn't know you thought so much about me~"

In an almost vomit inducing horrific scene, 'Helena' embraces the doll, 'Chuck'.

In fact I think they've already forgotten about my insult of them since they're off in their own little Carcosa. But stranger still… is how Sadoko is just watching over them with an almost heart-warming expression, if you replace 'heart-warming' with 'abject horror' that is her natural face.

"C'mere toots!"

"Oh doctor~"

They start… I'll leave it up to your imagination but they were getting fairly distracted from our current goal. My goal.

"Guys. Guys! Guys!"

I shout out at them 3 times before they stop sucking each other's faces.

"What is it, err, what did you say your name was again? Michael? John? Oh it was Eric. Yeah so what did you want?"

"My name is Erwin, Chucky, get it right. Whatever, so I need to know where I am and how I can get out of this place."

He gives me a quizzical look, as though I've said something outlandish.

"Where are you? Didn't old ghost face over there tell you? You're in [Afterlife Hospital]."

"Yes, I got that part, but what exactly is [Afterlife Hospital]? And how the hell do I get out of here?"

Chuck and Helena look towards each other and scratch their heads.

"We don't know. By the time we remembered where we were, we were already here. Although there are some theories from the residents of this place, that this place is sort of like an extra dimension in between life and death."

So my memory loss is universal huh?

Also I'm pretty sure this is 3 dimensional, a different dimension would be like the 4th or 5th dimension, in which case doesn't even become reality anymore.

No, I'm veering off track. What did he say? A space between life and death?

So am I dead? I don't feel dead, but then again I've had holes clawed into my hands by scissor hands over there but I'm still fine, in fact the wounds have healed now that I take a closer look.

"How long have you guys been here?"

I ask.

"How long? Who knows, it's always night time here so I've lost track of time, but we've been here for ages."

"Fuck, so then how do I get out of here?"

"Get out? There is an actual way to leave the building but you can't leave here."

What the hell does that even mean?

"Where's the exit?"

"Like I said, you can leave the building but you can escape this place, but since it's easier to see for yourself the exit to this building is down past the lobby on the first floor."

That explains so much. Not.

I can't even get an exact measurement of this room because of all the blood, let alone get an accurate detail of the layout of the building.

"Do you have a map?"

"A map, eh I think I left it somewhere here, give me a moment."

The doll rummages through old stuffy boxes and trays to find a map.

"Here."

He hands me a map half drenched in blood and torn up in some places. At the very least there is a frame of reference to where we are.

"Thanks… I guess. Then see ya."

"Wait."

The doll stops me.

"What is it? I'm not paying you for this. What's with that look? You want to fight? I can fight, let's take this outside!"

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"No, it's not that, we just want to come with you."

The doll uses Helena as a makeshift transportation. She has a small saddle on her left shoulder just for chuck.

I have reservations about bringing back a killer doll and Frankenstein's mistress but whatever, my first priority is to get the hell out of here.

We managed to get to the first floor of this hospital with relatively no problems. My only problem was the smell of dead and rotting flesh. You know they say human meat tastes like pork because the components of the two are similar, however this smells nothing like pork.

If I came back smelling like this I'm sure they'd arrest me on the spot and charge me with crimes against humanity.

Now there was actually one other problem when we got to the lobby.

It was that the 'janitor' was patrolling around the area in search of fresh meat.

Sadoko, Chuck, Helena and I were all hiding behind some chairs that were in the lobby. No matter how you look at it, Helena was standing out because of her sheer size, but whatever.

"How the hell do we get past this Tsathoggua-wannabe?"

I asked, but no one seemed to have any clues as they only made grumbling noises with their mouths.

"Can't we just have one of us be the distraction?"

Chuck asks. I honestly don't have any problems with that but for some reason I get the feeling that he's looking at me as the candidate. Why? I was the one who wanted to leave the most, there's no point if I have to stay here forever inside the janitor's stomach.

"That thing's not indestructible right?"

I had to ask. Tightly holding onto my makeshift timber bat I thought I could use its head as practice for my golf skills.

Don't get me wrong, I'm scared as shit but if I have to do it I might as well just get it over with.

"I don't think so. Residents of this place can't actually die but if it's just incapacitating him for a short while it should be possible, but do you have a plan? "

Chuck gives me a relatively serious answer.

"Not so much as a plan, more like as you said, someone should be the distraction."

I answered him with a devious smile.

"Ooooh, I don't like them looks in your eyes. What're you planning?"

"Oh, nothing."

I say as I slowly grab his masked head.

"Ei! Let go of me! What do you think you're doing?!"

With Chuck's screaming and whining the Janitor notices our presences and starts to slowly edge his way towards us. His tentacled face already drooling some kind of hot acid in anticipation for his next meal.

"Now be a good little killer doll and make some noise!"

I threw Chuck a few meters into the air and let him land on the opposite side of the Janitor, all alone.

"Ah! Doctor!"

Helena cries out.

"Relax he won't die from that."

I reassure her.

"What did you do that for?!

Chuck screams out at me, but that's exactly what I wanted. The Janitor, distracted by the noise turns his back on us and walks closer to the doll.

Using this opportunity I tightly grasp at my timber bat and creep up on the janitor quietly. With a decisive swing I hit down at the back of its head with the full force capable from my hands.

"RAAAGHHHH!"

It screams out in pain, blood gushes out of its flesh and chunks of meat fly off it in an abhorrent manner.

It turns towards me in search of revenge.

Its blood red eyes glow in the dark as it stares at me with horrific intents.

"Quick! Give me something to hit it with!"

Chuck noticing what I was planning shouts out. What the hell am I supposed to give him? My bat? Not in his wildest imaginations do I plan to give him my one and only form of solace in this literally god forsaken place.

I search around my feet and throw him the nearest thing I could find. It was a sort of book, the spine of which should contain enough thick and hardness to cause blunt force trauma. How much strength his tiny cotton filled arms could exert was up in the ether.

"Alright, hey wait! What did you just throw to me?!"

He asks as he flips through the pages of the books.

"I don't know Chucky but could you hurry up?! I don't how long this thing will continue to hold its patience while we do an entire stand up comedy routine."

"Dammit Erwin! It's a cook book! A cook book! Are you insinuating something?!"

"Shut up and hit him!"

Using the spine of the book a direct attack was launched at the open wound of the monster causing massive damage. The monster writhed around a bit before losing consciousness or hopefully dying.

"Next time, I'll be the one to make up the plans."

He says with a slightly angered expression.

I must admit he has quite a bit of power behind his small stature.

Anyway not wanting to take any more chances I decided to beat the Janitor's body up a bit more until it was made into an unrecognizable pulp.

"Getting a little violent there, ain'tcha?"

Chuck says.

"Whatever. I'm leaving."

As I approach the automatic door of the hospital it slides open.

'Freedom at last' I thought to myself. I can finally escape this hell.

However all of my hopes and dreams of escaping were destroyed when I actually took a step outside the hospital.

I should've known this was how it was going to be.

A large expanse of black void that seem to stretch on endlessly was all that was waiting for me outside. Nothing else was there, not the sky, not the ground, nothing.

"See? What did I tell ya? You can't leave this place."

As Chucky's words sank into my head I felt an incredible wave of exhaustion overtake me.

This is a joke.

Please someone tell me this is all just a sick, fucked up joke.