"Man, I just wanted to get some food," Bradley said with an annoyed look as he faced a bearded man who sat across from him with an apologetic expression. He then looked at himself, or rather, the white silhouette that was supposed to be him after his accidental death.
"Sorry about that, I didn't expect anyone to go through that street," the bearded man said with a shrug, as he never expected anyone to go through the street which had "danger" written all over it.
"Where's the topic of the street coming from? I fucking died because a truck fell down on me, and why the fuck is a truck falling down from the sky?" He looked at him with a bewildered expression, as he couldn't understand the cause of his death.
"Well, that's a good question, and I know the answers to every question," the bearded man said, nodding his head but not answering his question.
"Stop agreeing with me and tell me the reason! A truck doesn't drive in the sky!" He tried to punch the table, but his misty hands went right through it.
"Well, you see, there are like 6-7 gods out here, so I don't really have an answer to that one, but yeah, our bad, as your death was something not supposed to happen," he said, shrugging his shoulders while feeling bad for the guy in front of him.
"Well, obviously, it's not every day that you die by a truck falling on top of you." He tried to rub his head in frustration, but all that happened was the white mist moving around instead.
"Man, I just wanted to get some healthy food and a matcha latte for the first time," he said, clicking his tongue while the bearded man looked at him with raised eyebrows. Realizing his expression, Bradley looked, or rather, the white mist turned around to look back at him.
"Are we having a staring contest or what?" Bradley asked as the bearded man didn't lower his raised eyebrow and kept looking at him with a smirk.
"Well, you don't really have the capability to do that to begin with," the bearded man said with a laugh as he looked at the white mist in front of him. "And I just found it funny about the things you were planning to buy before your death."
"Okay, alright, of course you would know with gods reading people's minds and all. Yeah, I was planning to get a burger and a mango shake," Bradley said with an annoyed tone, feeling like he wasn't getting any leeway even after his death.
"But enough about all the food, the main important discussion is about my death." He moved the topic back to his death as he wanted to go back to his world. 'Like fuck, I was planning to have a date with that chick in the office, man. Why today, ugh!' He remembered how many attempts it took to finally score a chance with her, only to die.
"Well, I understand your frustration and your massive reason for why you want to go back, but sadly, we can't do that," the bearded man said with a shrug while laughing inwardly at the reason he already knew about.
"Fuck you mean you can't? Aren't you a god or some shit? Just snap your finger and boom! I'm back," Bradley said with a confused tone, as he couldn't understand why he couldn't send him back.
"If only that was that easy. And secondly, your physical body is already gone, so where can I even send ya? So yeah, no going back for you," the bearded man said while patting his misty "shoulder" with a sad look.
Hearing his words, he couldn't help but look up at the sky and regret going through that street. 'Man, I just wanted to eat quickly.'
"Here, have some candy, you look pretty sad and all." He offered him a yellow-looking candy, only for Bradley to look back at him with his misty body.
"So how am I supposed to eat this candy exactly?" He asked while showing the bearded man his misty body once again. "Mind explaining that."
"Ohhh! My bad, my bad! I forgot about that part." The old man said with a shrug and ate the candy himself, then made a frowning face.
"What happened now, old man? Did you remember you got diabetes or what?" Bradley asked with a sarcastic tone as he looked at the bearded man spitting out the candy.
"Looks like the kids are playing a prank again. They changed my candy to a mustard flavor," he said with a laugh as he drank some water from a glass that magically appeared in his hands.
"Good job, kiddos, at least you guys seem better than this old man," Bradley said with a laugh, as seeing this bearded man suffer made him happy.
"Youngling nowadays," the bearded man said, shaking his head with a smile. He then looked back at him with a serious face.
"Alright then, Young Bradley, even though your death was accidental, I can tell you can't forgive us," the bearded man stated, words which Bradley found obvious and nodded along with him.
"And we sadly can't send you back to your original place either." Bradley once again nodded while feeling the regret rushing back about missing out on the chance to be with that girl.
"But," the bearded man said that and looked at him with a smirk while waiting for his reaction.
"Stop the cliffhanger, old man, and say it clearly. You are too old for this shit," Bradley said with an annoyed tone as the bearded man made a sad face.
"Ugh! Alright, maybe not that old but now say what it is." Feeling a little bad after seeing his expression, he decided to retract his words, which seemed to make the bearded man smile a bit.
"At least kids nowadays are kind-hearted, even though they are rude outside," the old man mumbled while shaking his head. "Anyway, I can't send you back to your original world, but I can send you to another world with your memory intact."