Iɴ Tʜᴇ Aғᴛᴇʀʟɪғᴇ
It was peaceful here. Quiet.
Lincoln didn’t feel pain, didn’t feel worry.
As he walked, seemingly nowhere, he discovered he wasn’t growing tired, and he wasn’t in need of anything. It was nice, being dead. He even got to smoke a little something that had just appeared when he thought about it, growing out of the ground with a lighter. Okay, the real Afterlife was pretty awesome so far.
His feet came to a stop, blinking away the sight the appeared before him.
Full potato chip bags were growing out of the god damn ground. It was a literal field of chips. He knew who must being in this area.
“Alisha. Where the fuck are you, because I’m going to eat all of these and not gain a pound.”
❝ just when it was getting peaceful. ❞
she steps from out of nowhere, hands in her jeans pockets as she grins, eyes looking over the field of chips. this was definitely her work -- just like the bud and lighter were his, lincoln you dope fiend. walking up to him, her hand rests on his arm as she shakes her head.
❝ welcome to afterlife, linc -- the real one. ❞