There will be several parts to this story.
Written by Luzifell & Fieldofbunnys
Part one: The Arrival
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Bunny blinked a few times... what just happened?
What sort of room was this? Where was his body? He felt floaty...
Wasn't he just on a plane? Now Bunny was in a room with black looking walls, apparently sitting in a comfortable, black leather chair. Was he even sitting? He couldn't see his legs to know for sure. Bunny felt his eyes. He could see and hear the open fire flicker in each corner of the room, which was providing light. On closer inspection of the walls, it was clear that the room was made of black stone... a lot of black stone...
Where is the door? Bunny thought to himself. Surely there is a door somewhere. While looking around, Bunny heard a, "ahem..." as someone cleared their throat. Bunny looked straight ahead, and standing there was a young man. It was hard to guess the boy's age. There was no body hair besides ear length, straight, fire-red hair on his head. He was topless, had a very petite build (reaching barely to Bunny's nose), and he was dressed only in black tight jeans... Did Bunny mention he was topless?
And he must have had some rolled up paper sticking in his trousers because no human could really be that big, right?
"Where am I?" Bunny asked.
In the person's hands was a folder. He looked at it. "Bunny. That's you, right? We have a problem with too many customers and too little personal management, so there's a lot of paperwork circulating throughout here."
What the hell was he going on about? "Yes, that's my name. Where am I? What is this place?"
The young man just smiled at Bunny. He started to feel like he was actually there in the room now... he didn't feel lightheaded anymore. When he glanced down, he noticed that he was completely nude.
Bunny yelped and covered his crotch. He was totally naked in front of this stranger that he had never met before. "W-where are my clothes!?"
The man looked Bunny up and down. "At least this worked out... and I got a good looking partner." He snapped his fingers, and the paper folder disappeared in a flash of red flame.
Bunny jumped up in fear. "Holy shit! What was that!?" Bunny only just noticed two small horns sticking out of the guy's forehead, both the same colour as his head. Puzzled, he asked, "wait... are you...?"
"Now, relax. Let's start with the basics here. Yes, I am what you think I am. Yes, that means that we are where you think we are."
"You are a police officer, and you are arresting me!? I didn't think the hotel would notice a robe missing! Honest!" Bunny was almost in tears.
The guy facepalmed. "No no no, Bunny... calm down. Stealing isn't the reason you are here. However, the big bearded bastard up there has a problem. He is really old-school and not what you would call politically correct. Basically, everybody who fucks out of wedlock or even regularly masturbates ends up down here. The warm place. The oven... HELL."
"Oh. It would have been nicer if he had given a more clear warning, you know?" Bunny uncovered his crotch. What was the point? Bunny was in Hell, and he was scared...
"Now, again, don't freak out too much. Much of the stuff said about this place... well, do you know the saying, 'history is written by the winners'?"
"No..." Bunny felt slightly reassured.
"So, God made us into bloodthirsty insane monsters that don't know other fun than to torment poor humans on Earth. Well, newsflash, if we could influence Earth, we wouldn't still be down here. What you do or don't do, and what happens up there is only influenced by one guy: God. But suuure, blame it all on us... And torturing souls for fun? Tell me, do you work for fun? Nooo, we do it for a living. Just as anybody else does. I mean sure, you should try to take pleasure out of your work, but seriously, I would much rather be home, watching some shows like Black Adder or Friends..."
The guy was on to something. "That does seem unfair... why not just start calling this place Better Heaven in order to spite God and Heaven?"
The young man laughed out loud. "Who do you think named this place? Hint: Not the losers. Our publicity department is pretty small. I believe it is about zero right now."