He knew it would always come to this. Down was the same as damn right? It always was. It didn't help that the elevator was high class to- it meant that being in the business of souls was profitable.

The oily man standing just out side of the large blue white and gold hallway that went on for infinity smiled at him with wicked humor.

He jutted out his chin.

The man just smiled some more.

"You evil damn-"

"Now now- watch your words in this hallowed place. You may save them after you press the button." The mans voice was saccharine, dripping with gleeful poison.

"I don't like this button." He said stubbornly. "I want a- nother button."

The man's voice was patient. "This is your only choice."

He glared at him. No it wasn't. It never was. It never will be.

"Well I want a-nother one. I want one that says 'UP.' I want maybe a-nother one that says 'TRY AGAIN'."

The man shrugged. Dissapointed or indifferent it didn't matter. The elevator folded away- and the lights went out. Then back on.

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