So this is what death is like, huh? Just kinda...sleeping? How boring...I was hoping for something a bit more exciting than this...At least I'm alone. That's kinda nice. Real peaceful. Nice and quiet. I could get used to this. Of course, it might get a little dull after a while. Hey, wait a sec...shouldn't I be in Hell or something? I mean, not that I'm complaining or anything, but...I wasn't exactly the nicest guy back when I was...alive. Come to think of it...where am I? It's just...black. Kinda feels like I'm...in a bed?
"Mr. Reynolds? It's time for breakfast."
Porky suddenly opened his eyes. He was...in his room. He hesitantly felt his chest with his right hand. After a few moments of prodding, Porky gasped. There was no wound! Incredulous to say the least, Porky sat up and looked around, eyes open wide. Everything was perfectly normal. Porky was...alive! Had it all just been...an illusion?! There was no way that he hadn't...died! It had felt so real! Porky suddenly felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He spun around, a look of pure disbelief on his face.
"Is something wrong, Mr. Reynolds?" asked the nurse, "Did you have another bad dream?"
"Y-Yeah..." Porky said quietly as he looked around the room, "That's it. Just a bad dream."
"Well, that's too bad," sighed the nurse, "Two days in a row. I'll talk to someone about that. Perhaps we can get you some medication to take care of that. Anyway, it's time for breakfast. You must be hungry."
Porky couldn't help but smile as he walked down the hallway to the cafeteria. After all, he was alive! Stupid ol' Landel thought that he could take Porky out, but no! He was still kicking! It only got better when he saw what was for breakfast. Delicious, syrupy French toast! Tres bien~! After piling his plate high, Porky skipped off to find a seat. What luck! Porky's pal Falis seemed to be sitting all by herself!
"Howdy, Alita!" Porky said cheerfully, "Remember me? Anyway, it's good to see you again! How ya been?"
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"Mr. Reynolds? It's time for breakfast."
Porky suddenly opened his eyes. He was...in his room. He hesitantly felt his chest with his right hand. After a few moments of prodding, Porky gasped. There was no wound! Incredulous to say the least, Porky sat up and looked around, eyes open wide. Everything was perfectly normal. Porky was...alive! Had it all just been...an illusion?! There was no way that he hadn't...died! It had felt so real! Porky suddenly felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He spun around, a look of pure disbelief on his face.
"Is something wrong, Mr. Reynolds?" asked the nurse, "Did you have another bad dream?"
"Y-Yeah..." Porky said quietly as he looked around the room, "That's it. Just a bad dream."
"Well, that's too bad," sighed the nurse, "Two days in a row. I'll talk to someone about that. Perhaps we can get you some medication to take care of that. Anyway, it's time for breakfast. You must be hungry."
Porky couldn't help but smile as he walked down the hallway to the cafeteria. After all, he was alive! Stupid ol' Landel thought that he could take Porky out, but no! He was still kicking! It only got better when he saw what was for breakfast. Delicious, syrupy French toast! Tres bien~! After piling his plate high, Porky skipped off to find a seat. What luck! Porky's pal Falis seemed to be sitting all by herself!
"Howdy, Alita!" Porky said cheerfully, "Remember me? Anyway, it's good to see you again! How ya been?"