I think I'm dead, the last thing I remember was screaming and then getting hit by a truck. I had been walking home, looking forward to watching My Hero Academia after a long day of teaching, when a child had run into the road, and instinct took over. I do hope the kid survived, I think I got him out of the way. Not that it matters anymore, seeing as im currently in some sort of waiting room with several other people. They all have varying expressions ranging from dazed to horrified. I doubt I look any different. Oh, a new one popped into existence, that's neat. What looks like a receptionist looks up and seems to call a name, "^%$(&$^", not that I can understand what she says, but it seems that the guy who has been muttering to himself the past hour understood what she said, if the look of horror has anything to go by.
"N-no, I'm not going, I can't be dead, I refuse to be dead." Muttering Guy stammers out. Like refusing to be dead is really going to miraculously bring you back to life, buddy. It seems the receptionist shares my sentiments, and seems quite upset that he isn't cooperating, if her next actions are anything to go by. She calls behind her and what seems to be guards to materialize behind Denial Guy and drag him into a room, kicking and screaming. He doesn't seem to be there long before the guards drag him back out and down a hall, and he is somehow in even more denial than before, I can guess where he is going.
The next person that is called responds calmly, which is nice, since my ears are sore from Screaming Guy being so loud, I will dub him Calm Guy. Time seems to pass quickly here, and incredibly slowly at the same time, which is weird, and adds to my theory that this is some sort of afterlife/judgment thing. Quite a few more people appear in the waiting room, and quite a few are dragged down the hall to somewhere they don't want to go. Quite a few go into the room and don't come back out, like Calm Guy, guess they got the good place.
"Nyx!" the receptionist finally calls my name, I guess you can only understand her when it's your turn, neat. "Good luck, you did well in your last moments." Wow, is that a smile? I didn't think she displayed emotions, I guess she has a soft spot for children or something. I decide to act calmly, I don't want to offend the receptionist, and I enter the room without fuss. There is a large desk in the center of the room piled with paper work. There is a brown leather chair behind the desk that looks comfy, and there are two matching chairs sat in front of the desk. To one side of the room is a large fireplace with a fluffy rug sat in front of a cozy brown couch. On the other side of the room there are pictures and portraits covering the wall, along with a ton of potted plants, including an ivy that is creeping on the wall and surrounds the pictures and portraits.
It's surprising that there is no one here, why are we directed here when there isn't anyone here? Is the room itself sentient? Does our actions within the room determine something? Is it like the Sorting Hat? Now someone is walking through the wall, sipping a cup of what smells like coffee, and reading a file. The person looks like a man in his fifties, maybe early sixties, picture Santa, but not as big of a gut.
"Hello, Nyx. I'm sorry that your life ended so early. We were aiming for someone else, but they pushed the child in front of them to trick the system, so thank you for protecting the child." Santa says.
"So the kid survived?" I ask.
"Yes, he will live until he is very old, thanks to your actions. Due to your ahead-of-schedule death, I transferred your unlived life force to the child, which is why he will live for so long. He was originally scheduled to die in his fifties." Santa explains, in unnecessary detail. Why would I need to know his original death date? Or that my life force was used to extend his life? That is not even what I asked?
"Uhm, what is your name? And what am I here for, why not just send me where I'm supposed to go?" I ask.
"Oh, right, I haven't introduced myself yet. I am what you would call a ROB, so Rob is fine, nice to meet you. And for your second question, I'm going to give you a second chance at life, and I didn't think you would appreciate going there without any knowledge."