Headaches & Hazbins: Book 1: New Kind of Life, New Kind of Hell

Chapter 3: We'll Be Right Back!

Asher: Ohhh ho ho... Ohhh, that... That really fucking hurt...

*Tap*

Asher: Heh, heh... God... I look like shit... *Chuckles* Hey... I still look better than Jockey! OH-HO!

*Tap*

Asher: Maybe I should take tomorrow off and rest... After all, I am hurt pretty badly...

*Tap*

Asher: Nah, I got a full day of doing nothing tomorrow! I can't miss that! *Laughs*

*Tap*

Asher: Wha?

[Asher looks closely into the glass of the store, he notices someone walking right behind him. He turns around to get a look at the person. Or he would have if that person was still there. Asher looks all around, there's nobody else there, nobody anywhere, throughout the entire street. It looks like everyone that was here is now completely gone... Or left in a hurry. Not to mention that the odd tapping sound he heard is also completely gone. It's as if nobody was there or they disappeared without a trace.]

Asher: What in the hell?

[Asher rubs his head confused.]

Asher: Did I get hit on the head too hard?

[He looks around again, still no sign of anyone.]

Asher: Must have... Unless the whole street just decides to leave because I'm around.

[Asher looks back into the radio store. He raises an eyebrow and scratches his chin.]

Asher: Hmh... Maybe I should buy a radio when I get the money... And a place to put it... And electricity... And a will to do anything...

[He cracks his neck and places his hands behind his head.]

Asher: Maybe I should try sleeping it off... I need to head home...

[He then grabs his leg and begins to limp off down the sidewalk. He kicks a can as he walks down the sidewalk.]

About a Half an Hour Later...

[Asher pushes his way through some dead bushes and treads onward, he stops and looks forward. He lets out a sigh as he looks at a tarp tent being held up by some rope tied to a tree. There are empty bottles and cans in and outside the tent. It looks like someone has been sleeping out here in the "forest".]

Asher: Ahhh... Home sweet home.

[He walks over to the tent and crawls inside, he lies down on a cloth sheet on the ground and looks out the front of the tent. He places his hands behind his head and lets out a depressed sigh as he looks back at the roof of the tent.]

Asher: *Depressed Sigh* Hell is weird... You'd think everyone would be getting tortured constantly for eternity or at least suffering for a bit... But as far as I can see I'm the only one doing any suffering... Fuck man...

[Asher takes his mask off from around his neck and places it next to him. He then rolls over onto his side and stares at the side of the tent.]

Asher: I mean... It could be worse... I could be actually dead in an alleyway. Not just beaten... Should I get a job? Can I even get a job? Ehhh... I should really find something... Because all I got is squat...

[Asher closes his eyes and clicks his tongue.]

Asher: *Click's Tongue* Tomorrow is another day full of surprises...

Asher: Or entertainment...

The Next Day At 11:55...

[Asher is sitting against a building with his arms crossed and gas mask on, his head leaning down towards the ground. Demons walk past him without giving him a second glance. Beside him sits an empty tin can and a cardboard sign that reads "Will give poor advice for $" and underneath that reads "I am not held responsible for any murders you may or may not commit afterward." Asher glances towards the empty can.]