We arrived at the old church. We did the usual thing we do and we got to heaven. I was face to face with God again.

"You're back?" He looked at me shocked.

"I'm back for you."

"What are you even going to do to me. I'm literally invincible and this time you won't get away alive."

"I will defeat you no matter what. In the name of Mike."

"Mike? That guy was utterly useless..." I felt a strange feeling well up inside me. It wasn't anger, nor was it happiness. "...Well, aren't you all useless anyway." I felt the feeling well up even more. I began to feel the tattoo start to burn. I began to think of that time I began thinking about suicide. The time I died. The time Mike died. The time I couldn't save my friends. All of those times made me the person I am. I began to slowly walk towards God.

"Look, God. All of the times I was down, all of the times I felt like I couldn't win, I always pushed through and I always came on top. You reincarnated me and I've never felt more alive. But you see, I still feel unfulfilled. That is because I don't hate you, nor do I hate myself. I hate the bad things around us. I hate life but I don't really hate it. I hate the feeling of disappointment when I fail. I hate the thought of death or the fear that nobody will remember me. I hate living a monotonous life, yet I am afraid to take risks. I do not understand myself and I still don't believe that you exist. But these are things that keep me going. These are the things I love and hate in this life. These are the things that keep me going until the bitter end. We all end up 6 ft. under..." I hugged God tightly. "No exceptions."

I began to burn. My whole body was on fire and so was God's. I felt a feeling of dread and anticipation.

"LET GO OF ME!" He began to struggle and I hugged even more tightly.

"It's time for you to face the same fears we all do. We aren't different, are we? I fear the thought of death and so do you. You dread that fateful moment where all of it comes to a halt and you cannot do anything about it, don't you?" God stopped trying to push me away.

"Why has it come to this, Jake. I've always liked you. I always gave you a second chance and you never delivered. I believed in you. I didn't want it to come to this."

"Neither did I, God. I've never felt such dread in my life. Trying to hold on to you feels like holding onto that last thread of life. That last hope. The light at the end of the tunnel." We were already half-dead. "But there is no light, is there. We are dying, God. We are not going to survive. Neither me nor you."

I looked at Liz who was struggling to keep calm.

"I'm sorry for everything. I know I never mentioned my plan and I'm sorry I couldn't help you even more. Howard, you keep eating bud. Angelo, thank you for this power. I know you didn't intend for me to die like this. I'm sorry. Finally Penny. I'm sorry I didn't help you earlier. Thank you for your help everyone." I noticed I was already almost dead. I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"LIVE ON! CARRY ON AND DON'T GIVE UP..." Those were my last words.

"I like you, Jake." Penny cried, but it was already too late. 'I'm sorry I couldn't return your feelings' I thought to myself. I could only look over them from heaven. Liz was crying and Howard was comforting her. Angelo was comforting Mark and I could only look on as my close friends cried for me. This wasn't heaven, it was hell. I couldn't cry, I could only feel empty on the inside. At least I will see Mike, my parents, and my other friends again. I won't be lonely. It was over. God went to the bottom of hell because he had lost.

My funeral was really sad to watch. People were crying and weeping about my death. Our house was sold to a small family of three.

Liz, later on, married Howard. They had a child, whose name was Jake. Howard had actually gained some muscle after all the things that happened.

Mark married Penny after her heartburn had healed. They had two children. One boy and one girl. They were named Mike and Eli.

The man I had saved actually joined the mafia. Angelo lead a war against other mafias. He wanted to clean out drug smugglers and child molesters. He succeeded and he died peacefully at the age of 102 years.

Mike and I have been playing chess, checkers and other board games. We got really good and we've been trying to one-up each other for over ten thousand years now. It's fun.

When God first became a god, he and Satan struck a deal. If God was ever defeated, Satan would torture him in the depths of hell for all of eternity.

Jesus is actually a pretty chill guy when he isn't following God's orders. He never really wanted to attack us, but he couldn't refuse a family member's request. We became good friends and we commonly make quips about each other.

Life went on and no one knew that God was dead, but I knew that future generations were free from reincarnation. My second chance ended successfully.

X,XXX,XXX YEARS LATER

The creator of the universe was right next to me as we were both sitting on chairs looking at a flat T.V. in a dark room. I couldn't see him at all. He asked me calmly:

"Do you wish to try again?"

"I think I will pass. I'm too tired after all that."

"Your choice."

"Actually you know what... I want a second chance after all."

"Good luck then."

-The end-