JohnWillStab opened his eyes and before him sat Lorb, sitting in a fancy red chair holding a tall wine-glass filled with what looked like instant noodles.

"Ah, you're finally awake," Lorb exclaimed.

"...am I dead?"

"Dying, actually." He added.

"Who're you?"

"Lorb."

"Are you... god?" JohnWillStab asked.

"John, I'm going to need you to think reeeeal hard about this, which is more likely, a sleep-deprived, not to mention, dead game developer being god or your brain tripping balls as you bleed out to death?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"..."

"You don't have to be a dick about it..."

"Anyway, I say we have..." he glanced down at his wrist where a watch magically appeared.

"Between now and the end of our conversation to speak, so let's get talking!"

"Are the others ok?" JohnWillStab asked.

"I thought we established my none-deity status."

JohnWillStab let out an annoyed sigh.

"What's the point of me being here anyway, then?!" JohnWillStab demanded.

"I dunno... you imagined me before death soooo..." he shrugged.

"It's kinda your fault..." he shrugged again.

JohnWillStab looked around.

"Where... are we?"

"I dunno, you imagined this place... looks like the set from the MrBadWithNames thing from before." he shrugged.

A while of silence passed.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" Lorb asked.

"D'you have any juice?"

Lorb raised an eyebrow.

"What?!"

"John, as a part of your slowly fading mind, I know for a fact that you have no idea what Juice tastes like..." he squinted.

"Of course I do!"

Lorb shrugged and tossed him a spontaneously created bottle of juice, JohnWillStab drank from it only for it to taste like chicken-flavoured instant-noodles.

JohnWillStab almost gagged at the juxtaposition of flavours but put on a straight face and gulped down the room-temperature broth.

"So refreshing..." he finally said.

Lorb was looking at JohnWillStab with a look of incredible pitty.

"Right well... usually you should be stuck in a permanent illusion as the feedback loop you call sentience ends... but it looks like you're getting isekaid."

"...I didn't understand any of what you said." JohnWillStab admitted.

"Me neither, but I can pretend otherwise," Lorb replied shooting finger-pistols at JohnWillStab.

JohnWillStab sat on the ground placing his face in the palms of his hands.

"So you're just me made to look smarter..." JohnWillStab sighed.

"Essentially."

"Wait... didn't you say I was going to get isekaid?!" JohnWillStab asked.

"Right... though you shouldn't trust me since I am just you tripping balls."

"So you could be lying?"

"You could be lying!"

"I'M SO CONFUSED!" JohnWillStab exclaimed.

"Yeah, you too."

"Who the fuck is this?" Foxly demanded.

"Who the fuck is this!?" JohnWillStab demanded.

"God damn it, Foxly! I asked you not to leave the cupboard!" Lorb exclaimed.

"I saw you had some sort of guest so I decided to see what's up!"

"Is he part of my imagination too?" JohnWillStab asked poking Foxly.

"Yes."

"No"

Foxly and Lorb offered completely opposite answers.

JohnWillStab pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I thought you said everything here is my mind going crazy from the toy-car accident!"

Lorb let out a loud sigh.

"Alright, alright! This is the isekai waiting room, happy?!" Lorb sounded very irritated.

"And I have no idea why, but one of you motherfuckers made NPCs pop in here for some reason beyond my understanding!"

"This Lorb seems a bit different..." JohnWillStab thought.

"Sorry to disappoint!" he called out.

"Wait, who is this then?" Foxly demanded.

"I'm JohnWillStab, you?"

Foxly's eyes widened.

"Oh my god, John! You only have a day... left... before..." Foxly realised John is already dead.

"Somone broke my entire isekai system! I've been trying to get the queen of England isekaid for a while now, but she just... refused... somehow..."

Lorb let out another sigh.

"I should have listened to the grim reaper when he said Lizzy would be a problem... but I didn't."

Lorb took a sip from his wine-glass, forgetting he replaced the wine with noodles to make JohnWillStab feel more at home.

"Wait... now I'm convinced this is imaginary!"

"No, no, she plays a sniper, you should have seen her annihilate entire parties of experienced players," Lorb replied.

"We had the president of Russia on the waiting list but he just... left."

"He what?"

"You know, P*tin, we brought him here and explained everything, he just stood up, and politely excused himself. At first, I laughed a bit, like 'Oh, he still thinks this is just a dream' but no... he disappeared for real! And now I can't find him! Next thing I know he's on TV back on earth!"

An uncomfortable silence occurred.

"Oh, I'm getting another one! Go hide you two, we'll finish this later!" Lorb demanded.

JohnWillStab and Foxly ran behind a large bookshelf and quietly sat down.

The voice of a young girl could be heard.

"Where... where am I?" she asked.

"You have passed away, some idiot was in such a rush to reach first place in a toy car-race that he flew off the track and turned you insides into outsides."

"Sorry!" Foxly called out from behind the bookshelf.

"Who's that?" she asked.

"Oh for fucks sake!" Lorb cursed as he threw the glass down, the shards of glass disappearing before making a mess.

Moments later, a twenty-ish looking guy appeared, he had dark hair and wore a hoodie.

"Hey! Where is this" he asked.

"For god's sake, didn't you read the sign on the door?!" Lorb demanded clenching his fist.

"Stop yelling, you're scaring the kid!" Foxy complained.

"YOU FUCKING KILLED HER!" Lorb yelled back.

The kid moved away from Lorb and towards Foxly.

"So...?" asked the hoodie guy.

"No, this is the isekai room." Lorb clarified.

"Ah, is Olivionion on your list?" asked the hoodie guy.

Lorb grinned.

"You said you'd take him!"

"Yeah... but..."

"C'mon, what's the big deal, can't handle a little fish-guy?" Lorb taunted.

The hoodie guy clenched his fists as he looked down to his feet.

"Come on, Jerry!" demanded the hoodie guy.

"DON'T CALL ME BY THAT! IT'S LORB!"

"Then take Olivionion back!"

"I don't want him!"

"Me either!"

"I'm sorry... what the hell's going on?!" JohnWillStab asked.

Lorb sighed.

The hoodie guy looked over to JohnWillStab.

"Oh crap, you have visitors!..." he turned to Lorb looking all apologetic.

Lorb sighed.

"Alright, everyone, this is Satan, Satan, this is everyone."

Hoodie guy raised his hand "Hey, guys!"

"Anyway, I'll return Olivionion later, alright, see ya, bye!" he disappeared before Lorb could protest.

"Ah! Wait!"

With a poof, the hoodie guy was replaced by Olivionion.