InsaneJournal

Who: Ted Logan [Open if people want to!]
Where: The Hardware Store
When: Day One, later morning
What: Ted wakes up in Hell Vas. Again.



Life was good. No. It was better than good. It was awesome. The Wyld Stallyns had won the Battle of the Bands, the Babes totally loved him and Bill, and they had seen the future thanks to the phone booth. Air pollution was going to go way down, the happiness level of people were going way up, and the most triumphant water park Waterloo had just announced that they were going to add another awesome waterslide to their collection.

Life was good.

The only weird thing about knowing the future though was that you still had to live it. Not that Ted minded! Just..it's funny. Stuff was funny. Like the whole dying and going to hell business. Once he was pulled out of hell, though how that happened he couldn't remember, he had told Bill about his misadventures with the others. Dan from the past, the kids who had been there and then grew up, the zombies. Dude. The zombies. Bill had been most disappointed that he didn't get to go all Bruce Campbell on some heinous dead dudes. All he had was a version with his gross grandmother trying to kiss him all the time. Then there was the whole meeting Death, Station, God, life..you know, normal things.

Oh, who was he kidding? Ted's life hadn't really been normal for some two or three years. And, you know, being saviour of the world and stuff wasn't exactly going to make it normal anytime soon. Good thing Ted didn't let it get to him.

The weirdness that had coloured his life was probably why he took the following events with stride. Ted woke up curled next to a pile of hammers instead of the Princess and sat up, looking around wildly. For a minute, he looked upset. He moved to get up, knocking into the box that had been prominent in his first stint in hell. Ted picked it up, staring at it blankly. The box was open, tictacs still making him smile and the journal shaken while he stuck the pencil behind his ear. The key though. He didn't remember that from the first time.

"I have got to stop dying, dude." Ted muttered to himself as he picked up his things (and a hammer, just in case). Shaking his head, he looked around for anyone else. No one was to be found this time. Sad! Well. Good. But sad! "Huh." Outside he went, sitting on the stoop. That was when he busted open the journal and got to writing.

"At least I totally got it down this time!" Ted grinned, finding something a little comforting in that. If there was one thing that time travel had taught him, it was that things always made more sense the second time around.