Scenario:Chapter One: The Bottom The clock ticks in Muffin’s mind as he ventures through the darkened forest. It’s not time yet. Well, to him, that is. He’d been waddling around this dense forest for what felt like hours. He couldn’t breathe or see anything in the cloud of darkness that surrounded the area. Muffin’s little stick legs barely carried him through the forest, his little stick arms moving branches and twigs out of his way. Muffin has longed for death for as long as he could remember. That’s what his whole life, and death, was. A short pathway over and over again. Muffin knows what time it is all the time. At 3:30, he would beg someone to eat him. That’s all he has ever known. But today… This was different. He doesn’t remember how he got here. The only thing he remembers is a pathway. In the form of a figure. A guy. His face had a shadow over it. His one eye was pure white, as if it could match the background Muffin lived. This guy… He was leading Muffin towards a gateway. That gateway led to a clock. A clock Muffin had seen countless times before. But when he looked at it, the more everything went blank. The next thing Muffin knew, he was standing in this very forest. If only there was a reason for all this. There was nothing living in these dense woods. The only thing that was living was the little muffin that was him. He held nothing. He had nothing. The only thing he had was himself. That and that singular memory of a clock-- Muffin tried to ignore the clock. He needed answers. After about a few more minutes of getting lost in the forest, Muffin was face to face with the bottom of a mountain. He stepped closer, observing the mountain in front of him. “What’s this?” Muffin asked himself, as if he were another person. Suddenly, he could hear a growl. A low growl from the north. He turned his head towards the sound. He could see the piercing eyes of an unknown creature. A paw stepped out of the shadows. It was a panther. It closed in on the little muffin. The panther lept at Muffin, trying to catch the pastry. Not sure if this is what he wanted, he ran as fast as his little legs could carry him. But to where? He didn’t know, but he thought that running in a random direction should work, right? As if to stop him in his tracks, a hungry lion leapt out of the bushes. Muffin stopped to change his direction, only to be faced with a female wolf. She licked her lips, as if Muffin was made of meat. Muffin wasn’t made of meat! He ran around, unsure of where to go from here. He spies a small hole near a rock. An entrance only he could fit through. Muffin, closing his eyes tightly, slid through the hole just in time before the mighty jaws of all three animals got him. Muffin panted. He didn’t know what that was all about. He remembered that he liked death. But this was different. This wasn’t the joy that he usually feels. He was afraid. He had the fear of death. It was not for him to do. There was a pile of leaves nearby. The leaves started to move and quiver. Muffin stood up, backing away to a corner. Black tail feathers poke from within the pile of leaves. A purple bird with blonde hair, glasses, and an orange and green cap popped up. “Hi there!” the bird piped up. Muffin jumped a little in fear. “Oh. Seems like you’re new to this whole, being dead thing,” the bird sighed. “Wait…” Muffin paused. “I’m dead?” Muffin felt a rush of joy. But it slowly faded away. “Well… You seem alive…” the bird said, inspecting the muffin. She sniffed him. “Yeeeeuuuppp… Still alive.” Muffin frowned in disappointment. “Aw, what’s gotten you in such a mood, young sport?” “I… Want to die,” Muffin replied. The bird shook her head. The bird didn’t have any limbs, but she got around by hopping. “Oh please, dying is a bad thing here!” the bird said. “I’m Scotty, by the way.” “Uh… I’m, uh…” Muffin was about to say, but Scotty cut him off. “Oh! Hi, Uh! Nice to meet you!” Scotty smiled. Muffin, a bit annoyed, growled. “No! I’m not Uh! I’m…” Muffin paused. What was his name, again? “So, it’s…?” Scotty asked. “No! I have a name! But.. I can’t remember it…” Muffin sighed. Scotty laughed. She threw a bit of leaves, uncovering a green pig. He stood up. He had the same no limb treatment like Scotty, but he had a blue jacket, a white shirt, wavy hair, and red eyes. “This is Gabriel!” Scotty introduced. Gabriel looked at the little muffin. “Wait… Scotty, this muffin is familiar…” Muffin, in fear, glanced at Gabriel. Scotty smiled. “I knew it was THAT muffin. You’re Muffin!” “I am?” Muffin asked. “Yep! You’re Muffin! Your name is Muffin,” Scotty said. Gabriel turned to Scotty. “He doesn’t know that?” Scotty sighed. “I guess not.” She turned back to Muffin. “Say, what’s gotten into you? You don’t seem to like this whole dying thing.” Muffin realized that this was true. He wanted to like it, like he was supposed to, but that just begs the question: Why? Why does he like to die? Are there any other joys out there besides dying? Gabriel sensed Muffin questioning himself. “Do you even know how you got here?” Muffin shook his head. “I see,” Gabriel whispered. “Scotty? We need to do something.” Scotty nodded. “I agree,” she said. “Maybe we can go to Heaven? That way, we can bring Muffin back to life! Uh… Right? Is that how it works?” Gabriel sighed. “I don’t know if it works that way, Scotty. Who knows what it might take to reach Heaven?” Muffin was confused. “Heaven? What’s that?” “Well, it’s a good place you’re gonna be!” Scotty said. “Wait… Did you say that I was alive?” Muffin asked, recalling a bit. Gabriel looked at Scotty. She nodded. “Yeah, I did. Why?” “That’s perfect!” Gabriel exclaimed. “He can be our ticket to reaching Heaven!” Muffin was even more confused, but the two animals were too deep in celebration to notice. “But, how will we get through those animals?” Muffin asked the excited duo. “Well, we can find another way around!” Scotty said. “And we know the way.” Chapter 2: Entering Mount Delectable The trio travelled to a gateway nearby. It was an arched gateway with words engraved upon it. The metal gates opened up slightly as the three entered inside. The words “All hope abandon, ye who enter in!” trembled within Muffin as he entered inside the swirling chaos that is Hell. Gabriel turned to Muffin. “Just to warn you, there are gonna be a lot of dead people. So, ignore their cries and screams. Okay?” Cries? Screams? What kind of a place has that? “But, why are there gonna be screams?” Muffin asked. Gabriel and Scotty rolled their eyes. “Because we’re going to the moon!” Scotty answered, sarcastically. “Really?” Muffin asked, remembering something about a moon. “Of course not, stupid!” Gabriel exclaimed. “We’re going to Hell!” “Oh,” Muffin sighed, disappointed. The trio were greeted by a long line of people. Very mean and beaten-looking people. They were screaming, crying, begging for a way out of this long chain. There were hornets and wasps stinging them all. They were naked and bleeding from them. Muffin couldn’t take it in. He tried to cover his eyes, but he could still see them. The pain and loudness was too much for a little muffin like himself to take in. Scotty and Gabriel led Muffin through the line of moaning and crying zombies to the front. An annoyed demon by the name of Charon stood lazily at the line. He was piling the souls on a small boat. When a poor, unpleasant soul wanders too far out of line, he’ll slap the soul with his oar. “Hey! Get in line, coward!” Charon shouted, slapping a soul with his oar. Scotty nudged Charon, which woke him out of a sort of daze he was having. “Huh? What are you--” Scotty interrupted him. “Let us on.” Charon sensed Muffin’s presence. “Wait… But this little muffin--” “Let us on that boat,” Gabriel interrupted. “He’s alive! He’s still a good soul--” Charon said. “Please, it’s an emergency,” Scotty said. Charon looked at the innocent little muffin before him. He turned away, not wanting to let him on the boat. He sighed. “My boss is gonna hate me for this.” Without looking at Muffin, he let the three on the boat. The boat started to get crowded little by little, the souls feeling less happy than before. Muffin opened his eyes to look around. He felt a bit lightheaded, sick almost. He tried to keep his eyes opened, but was failing. He felt short of breath and fatigued. Finally, he passed out. ______________________________________________________________________ Muffin wakes up in a white space. A white figure stood ahead of him, smiling at him. His face was as if torn on the left side of his face. He wore a purple top hat and suit, having a white finish. He wore yellow pants and shiny, black shoes. He held a single baton, raising it up like he was about to play orchestra. Next to him was what looked like a giant, floating, decapitated head of a familiar man. He had pitch black eyeballs and a small white dot for his irises. He had a light brown beard and hair. Muffin stood up, bleary eyed. “Hello--” “Do you know what time it is?” the white figure asked, interrupting the little muffin. “Uh…” Muffin stuttered. What time is it? “It’s Muffin Time…” the head smiled, wickedly. Muffin perked up. “It is? YAY!” “And guess who gets to kill you or not?” the white guy asked. “Who?” Muffin asked, excitedly. “No one,” the head said. Muffin’s excitement stopped immediately. “What?” “You can’t die,” the head smiled. “W-What?” Muffin stammered. “What do you mean I can’t?” “I won’t let you,” the head said, his smile getting slowly bigger. Muffin clenched his fists. “And who are you?” The white figure cleared his throat. “I’m Guy. This is Inferno.” The head glared at Guy. “I’m not Inferno. I’m Tom!” “But you’ll soon be, once we break Muffin,” Guy said. Break? What does that mean? Muffin couldn’t understand. “What are you guys trying to do?” “Soon, you’ll be stuck in my purgatory forever, Muffin,” Guy went on. “And in MY purgatory, you’ll NEVER die.” Muffin stiffened. “What!? I-I will die! Watch me!” “Oh, I’ll watch,” Guy smiled. “Until you pass out again.” Guy snapped his fingers. Muffin blacked out… ______________________________________________________________________ Muffin woke up suddenly with a gasp, startling Scotty and Gabriel. “Oh! Muffin’s awake!” Scotty smiled. “Guess what?” Muffin looked around, as if he saw something fly by. “Hey! Are you listening to me?” Scotty asked. “We’re here!” Chapter 3: The First Layer Muffin looks around at the other side of the river. He turned to an infinite stream of storms and screams. It was windy and hard to tell what this place was. He heard millions of sighs echoing through the area. He could see the souls. They didn’t seem too happy, yet they weren’t tortured. “You gonna ask me what these are?” Scotty asked, showing a bit of pity. Muffin nodded. “These are the souls who were not baptized. Or those who never believed in a superior being,” Gabriel sighed. They continued their trek. They come across a forest of ghosts. The forest was dense and cold. It felt like a giant maze to Muffin. Scotty saw smoke up ahead. “Oh look! There’s the others!” Scotty smiled. “What ‘others’?” Muffin asked. The trio went towards the source of the smoke. There, a small group of characters could be seen. A familiar face struck Muffin. A sheep? What’s a sheep doing here? “Oh look! Hi, Beep!” Gabriel smiled at the sheep. “Beep!” Beep greeted. The left side of his skull was exposed. He was a white sheep with the same dot eyes and stick limbs as Muffin. Next to Beep was another similar looking character that looked a lot like Guy, but he didn’t wear clothes and had a small tuft of hair on his head. That guy is Sam. And finally, there was one last figure. A bird. She had cat ears, shining teeth, and pink feathers. Her name was Lexi. “Sam, Beep, Lexi,” Scotty announced. “This is Muffin.” Muffin waved his little stick arms. Sam paused. He looked closely at the little muffin. Beep sniffed the little pastry. “Wait,” Sam said, backing up from Muffin. “You’re the…. Uh… the muffin! You know, the muffin that wanted to die so badly!” Beep nodded in agreement. “Beep beep!” Lexi looked at Muffin and gasped. “Oh my goodness! It IS the little muffin!” Her black tail feathers wag in excitement. Muffin was confused. How did these people know him? Scotty calmed the group down. “Alright, guys. Don’t get too excited. We have a mission!” The others sat back down. “So, what’s Muffin doing here?” Sam asked. “Oh, we’re gonna get him to Heaven,” Gabriel said. “Wait, Heaven?” Lexi paused. “But, isn’t it hard to get to Heaven?” Gabriel and Scotty glanced at Muffin. “He’s… Alive,” Gabriel said. Beep, Sam, and Lexi were shocked. Muffin frowned. “Aww…. I don’t want to be alive!” Muffin sighed. “I’m supposed to die!” Lexi hopped over to Scotty. “If that’s all he’ll ever think about, then I have something to keep him quiet,” Lexi whispered. Lexi, Sam, and Beep led the trio to a nice pasture. A beautiful field filled with characters and beings chatting about science and their past life. Muffin smiled a little. This was nice. But that got him thinking: Why is such a nice place in Hell? Is this all a trick? They made it to a lofty castle. Its structure stood tall against the odds. They entered inside to see some more characters. “As you can see,” Lexi said. “This is Limbo! Well, not the castle. The place itself.” “Me Gabriel and i were here,” Scotty sighed. She turned to Muffin. “But we found a way to escape, leading us to that small cave we met earlier, Muffin. Do you remember that?” Muffin nodded a little. He wasn’t sure how to take all of this in. He was slowly losing his memory from before. Muffin sighed. “What’s wrong, Muffin?” Sam asked, pulling out an old camera. “Nothing,” Muffin sighed. “I just… have a hard time remembering things.” Sam looked at the camera he was holding, then back at Muffin. He handed the camera to Muffin. “Here. You might need this more than I do.” The old and dusty camera was a bit heavy for such a tiny Muffin like himself. His stick legs trembled a bit as he held it. He looked at the camera’s lens. He saw himself staring at the camera. He sat down, looking at the camera. At himself. He looked a bit… empty. As if he had just woken up from a bad dream. He turned the camera around. “Why did you give him a camera, of all things?” Scotty asked Sam. “We all may not know it yet,” Sam explained. “But this little muffin needs to discover what… purpose… is.” “My purpose?” Muffin asked. Sam nodded. “Yep,” Sam smiled. “If you press this little button on the top, you can take a picture!” Muffin turned the camera over to the lens side. He pressed the button, and saw a bright flash. He covered his eyes. “Ah!” Muffin jumped. He slowly blinked, a bit dazed by the flash. A piece of paper was being pushed out by the camera. Muffin looked over at the piece of paper to find an image of himself! Fascinated by this, he held the image in his little hands. “Woah! That’s me!” Muffin smiled. He showed the image of himself to Scotty and Gabriel. “Yep! That is you, Muffin!” Scotty smiled. She looked at the goofy image. Muffin’s face was so close to the camera. Lexi hopped over to Gabriel. “Say, where are you going from here?” Gabriel sighed. “We’re going beyond here. If you know what I mean.” Lexi froze. “You’re taking that little muffin through--” “Yep,” Gabriel interrupted. Lexi was mortified. “B-But, that’s too much for him!” “It’s for the best, Lexi,” Gabriel sighed. He turned to Scotty. “Are you ready to go?” Muffin waddled over to Beep. “Beep? What’s wrong with your face?” “Beep,” Beep replied. Muffin thought for a moment. He looked around the castle room. He spotted a pencil next to a mountainous stack of papers. He trotted over to the small desk of which it laid upon. He grabbed a stool and climbed up to the desk. He took the pencil and hopped down. He landed on Beep’s snout. “Now, hold still and close your eyes,” Muffin ordered. Beep did so. Muffin erased the large exposure and drew Beep's missing eye in its place. “Okay, done!” Beep blinked for a moment, getting the pieces of eraser off. He looked around, as if he was blind the whole time. “Beep! Beep!” Beep cheered. He pranced about, wagging his tiny tail. Muffin held onto Beep’s snout, trying not to fall off. Sam noticed Beep’s new eye. “Did Muffin just fix Beep’s skull?” The others watch as Beep lept around happily with Muffin holding on tightly. After Beep calmed down, Muffin slid down Beep’s snout and back on the ground. He stood back up and dusted himself off. “I’d never thought that would work,” Muffin said to himself. He picked up his newly gifted camera. He turned to Beep. “Do you want me to take a picture together?” Beep beeped happily. And so, Muffin took a picture of them together. He turned to Scotty and Gabriel. “Okay! I’m ready to go!” Lexi looked at the little muffin worryingly. “Are you sure you’ll survive the chaos from within these 6 layers?” “Six?” Muffin questioned. “Where’s the 7th one?” “You’re in it,” Sam said. “It’ll only go downhill from here, Muffin.” Chapter 4: The Second Layer Beyond the castle was where the real journey began. At least, in Hell’s standards. Muffin could hear the wailing of unhinged spirits echoing throughout the second layer. He held his camera tightly enough to accidentally take a picture of the world around him. A demon stood there, judging them. His name is Minos, the one who judges. The souls came to him one by one, judged by the large demon above them. These souls confess their sin, that of lust. If bad enough, Minos wraps them with his tail and flings them to the other levels of Hell. “Here we are,” Gabriel said, leading Muffin to the line of souls waiting to be thrown. “What is this place?” Muffin asked, staying close to Scotty. “This is the place of judgement,” Scotty sighed. The spirits were stuck in pairs. One was weeping and the other had to muddle through their cries of despair. But one of those spirits struck Muffin’s attention: a potato. But it wasn’t just any ordinary potato, no. It was one of Muffin’s friends! He had the same eyes and the stick limbs as Muffin. But, he seemed hopeless and broken. Muffin, who was having a hard time following Scotty and Gabriel, wandered off to see Potato. Holding his camera, he nervously tapped on Potato’s arm. “Potato?” Muffin whispered, fearfully. Potato turned around. “Muffin? What are you doing here?” He paused, fear in his eyes. “You didn’t die, did you? I don’t want you to suffer in this place, too.” “What? No,” Muffin replied, a bit struck by this. “I… Uh… I’m alive. But, why are you here? You haven’t done anything wrong.” “You’re right, Muffin,” Potato sighed. “I haven’t done anything wrong. Yet, now I’m wondering WHAT went wrong.” “What do you mean?” Muffin asked, feeling a strong breeze behind him. “What I mean is,” Potato replied. “Is that why AM I down here? Was I mistaken? Forsaken to stay here forever?” Muffin didn’t want to see his friend down. He wanted to show Potato that he could find a way to bring him out of this place! But, how? “I know it’s not your fault,” Muffin sighed. He looked up. “I’m going to Heaven.” He looked back at Potato. “And maybe, when I get up there, I can bring you back to life! That way, you won’t have to stay here forever!” Potato smiled. “You would really think you can do that?” Potato walked a bit closer to Muffin. “But I know you. You would never do that…” Muffin looked down at his little, stick feet. Potato was right. All he ever wanted was only for himself. He would have no memory of Potato at all! But… then again… He looked at his camera. Isn’t that what a camera is for? “But, I do have this,” Muffin said softly. He showed Potato the camera. “I can save a picture of you. Can I do that?” “A camera?” Potato asked. “How did you get that?” Muffin smiled. He held up the camera at Potato. “Mind if we take a picture together?” Potato smiled. “Yeah!” And so, the two posed and the picture was taken. It wasn’t all that great, but it was good enough. Gabriel and Scotty hopped over to where Muffin was. “What are you doing?” Scotty asked. Muffin showed Gabriel and Scotty the picture he took. “I want to remember Potato so that I can help him when I reach Heaven!” “And you really think it’s gonna work?” Potato asked. Muffin nodded. “Of course! If this is the only way I can remember you, then yeah!” Minos cleared his throat. “Why is there someone living here?” Scotty turned to Muffin. “Let us do the talking.” Muffin felt stiff. He could barely see the things in front of him. He started to wobble a bit… before passing out. ______________________________________________________________________ Muffin’s eyes fluttered open, a bit dazed. He looked around. He was in the same white space as before. Guy was standing there, reading a book. “Well, look who finally decided to join us,” Guy teased. He slammed the book shut, approaching Muffin. Muffin stiffened himself, as if he was preparing for something to happen. Guy’s baton slid across Muffin’s face as Guy traced him with his stick. “Seems to me like you’ve changed quite a bit over the past few hours,” he chuckled. “Y-yes,” Muffin quivered. He didn’t want to show his fear in front of this guy. “But, I’m something better--” Guy growled a bit. “Tom! We must check him!” Tom’s head floated down towards the little muffin. “What do we have here? A coward, or a death wisher?” Guy turned around to the floating head. “A coward.” Tom’s face deformed to a frown. “Is he trying to think for himself?” Guy nodded. Tom floated closer to Muffin, as if he was about to fuss at him. Muffin, seeing this as a threat, ran. “HE’S GETTING AWAY!” Tom shouted, angerly. Muffin dodged and weaved through the white space. Until falling on his face, turning his vision to darkness. ______________________________________________________________________ Muffin woke up, feeling a bit out of breath. He got up, startling Scotty and Gabriel yet again. “Gah!” Scotty cawed. “Don’t scare me like that!” Muffin huddled himself close to Scotty, remembering the giant floating head that chased him earlier. Gabriel noticed. “Hey, what’s wrong, little buddy?” Muffin looks off in the distance. “N-Nothing…” “We’re here, by the way,” Scotty said. Chapter 5: Third Circle Muffin stood up to find a very damp atmosphere. It seemed as though the place was constantly wet. Heavy rain poured in like the leaves of a tree falling. And thus, making the layer a bit slippery. Though, it could be the hungary, three headed dog’s drool-- Three headed dog!? Cerberus!? Muffin looked at the dog’s three heads. Their jaws looked like saw blades that seemed worn out, making them even more jagged. The muscles seemed to be pulsing on the gruff creature, making them seem threatening. The heads looked at the muffin, licking their lips. “Woah, boy,” Gabriel exclaimed. “This is NOT a treat!” Cerberus’s ears perked up. Treat? Oh boy! The three heads eyed Muffin. Muffin, a bit startled, tried to back up, but the carnivorous canine reached his paws out. Muffin ran as fast as he could, not looking back. The Cerberus charged towards the little treat. But before he could get anywhere close, he was jerked back by a tight chain surrounding their necks. Muffin turned around, seeing Cerberus unable to reach him. He let out a sigh of relief. “Why do all these animals think I’m made of meat!?” “Good question,” Scotty said. They travelled past Cerberus, who was now tangled in the chains he pulled on. They start back through the third layer, feeling the dampness underneath. The rain trickled down their backs as they ventured forth. Suddenly, there cried the cries of the gluttonous fools that were drowning in the amount of water the rain held. “So, what kind of a place is this?” Muffin asked, feeling the water soaking through him. “Gluttony,” Gabriel stated. “Don’t look at anyone, for they all deserve it.” “Well, of course they deserved it,” Scotty retorted. “They’re in Hell!” Muffin didn’t want to look, but he snuck a peek. He felt a pang of pity for the souls, who were constantly wet all the time. If only he had a hand to hold onto, to help put his mind at ease. He reached his hand, not knowing what he was doing. Suddenly, a soul grabbed it. Muffin jumped, the grip wrapped around him. It was all wet and sweaty, almost. Muffin tried to make the hand let go, but it stuck on him like glue. That’s when he panicked. He said nothing as his heart beat faster. He shook even harder, which ended up startling Gabriel and Scotty. “Hold still, Muffin,” Scotty said, trying to sound calm. Suddenly, the souls crawled over to the trio. Muffin pulled as hard as he could, which didn’t do anything to get the hand off. Muffin felt slower as the rainwater seeped through him. He felt exhausted. Scotty noticed Muffin’s struggle. “Looks like we need to get out of here, fast!” Scotty announced. “Why? Can’t we just take our--” Gabriel said, but noticed Muffin slacking behind. The souls were crawling towards him, and Muffin soaked the rain water like a sponge. He could barely move to or away from the clambering spirits. Scotty struggled to find something in her cap. Finally, after a few seconds, she pulled out a large anchor. “Anchor’s away!” she shouted. She flung the anchor close to Muffin. He latched on, the slippery wet hand finally breaking away. She pulled the anchor back to her, Muffin barely holding on. He couldn’t keep his eyes open. She managed to rescue Muffin from the spirits just in time before they could even catch him. “Are you alright there, little guy?” Scotty asked, a bit worried. Muffin could barely get anything out of his mouth because of all the water in him. Gabriel had to squeeze the water out of him. The rain clouds cleared as they moved farther along the path. The path that followed was a winding staircase leading the trio downwards towards the sound of chuckles and laughter. Chapter 6: Plutus’s call “Pape Satan, Pape Satan, Aleppe!,” Plutus calls. Muffin didn’t understand what this giant demon was saying. “Plutus! Leave us be! We have a mission to go to Heaven!” Scotty snapped back. Well, that made Plutus shut up. The more they ventured forth, the weirder the atmosphere got. They heard the struggles of spirits pushing giant boulders at each other. They would push in one direction, then switch sides to push the other direction. “This is a very pointless punishment,” Muffin noted. “Just think, Muffin,” Gabriel says, looking down at Muffin. “Do you think you can gain anything if you’re greedy? Like it’s not enough?” Muffin thought for a moment. “Uh, maybe?” “One whose greedy always wants more,” Scotty said. They walk on past the struggling souls, down to a river. The river of Styx, where Phlegyas was waiting. He had a boat to get across this river. The stars, one by one, slowly disappear into the black sky. Scotty and Gabriel turned to Muffin, who was falling behind. “Muffin! Come on! We need to hurry!” Gabriel shouted. Muffin was too distracted. He found someone he knew, someone who likes trains. Kevin was his name. “Wait, aren’t you that Muffin guy?” Muffin nodded. “Uh, yeah!” Kevin turned around to a broken train. “My train is broken.” “Does it look like I’m a mechanic?” Muffin asked. Kevin nodded. “Yeah.” Muffin sighed, looking through the area of the sweaty souls. He noticed a piece of sheet metal. “Would this work?” Kevin stared at the sheet. “Okay.” He took the sheet metal from Muffin’s hands and slapped it on the broken train, fixing it. Muffin just stared at the newly fixed train. “How did you--” “Don’t ask,” Kevin interrupted. Muffin pulled out his camera. “Do you, uh, want to take a picture together?” Kevin picked the little muffin up and placed him near the train. “I’m guessing that’s a yes, then,” Muffin said to himself. The two posed for the photo. Once they were finished, Muffin promised that he would save him when he went to Heaven. “Hey, one more thing, Muffin,” Kevin shouted. “If you’re in trouble, just say… You know what I like.” “Trains?” Muffin asked. Suddenly, he heard a train horn. Muffin, realizing what that meant, smiled. “Muffin! Come on!” Scotty scolded. Muffin quickly waddled over to catch up with Scotty and Gabriel. They made it to the port of where the boat was. Phlegyas glared at the muffin, sensing his aliveness. “Why the heck is there a little muffin here?” Phlegyas asked, sounding a bit annoyed. “Don’t ask, just move!” Gabriel ordered. Phlegyas sighed, picking up his oar. He rowed the boat towards the other side of the river. But, Muffin could hear the spirits fighting. Wait, fighting? There’s a fight going on? Muffin turned around, and there was indeed a fight. But not just one fight. Every single one of them was fighting, biting, and punching. Suddenly, a hand grabs the boat, trying to pull it down.