A quaint little abode lie around Glorbus in a shape reminiscent of a circle, but more... confusing. It was decorated in a strangely familiar way, like someone else's parent's house that still makes you feel calm in a subtle uncomfortable way. A deadly silent, alien liminal space with an oddly familiar aura, unfolded in a tiny crescendo of senses to put one at ease. A warm, pinkish glow, a faint woody vanilla smell, with a hint of citrus, like someone put a fan behind a orange cream-sickle, wafting gently. but it wasn't all nice and normal, for the sensations didn't end at the ones humans can noticeably perceive every day. There was a sickening disorienting feeling, a spinning dizziness.

        There was no direction as Glorbus was upside-down, right-side-up, spinning, running and perfectly still all at the same time, the illusion of gravity was the only thing grounding him, but all it did was confuse the vestibular labyrinth in his brain into thinking he was moving in the most elaborate ways. Every negative paranoid emotion coursed through Glorbus's aching, confused jello- packet of a self on top of the fact he thought he thought he was dying. Or, already dead? Glorbus had never even been dizzy before, he was so new and confused. He had never heard of religion before and he was run over so suddenly, there's nothing he can even guess as to what's going on. All he can do is sit there and hyperventilate until he either died or woke up. And at this point he can't even tell which option he would prefer.

        Something moved out of the corner of his eye, and his liquidly, Glorbus- equivalent of a heart stopped dead, as our poor scared baby Glorbus I've spent all this time getting you attached to, flinched in preparation for whatever horrible thing was about to happen in this confusing place. But all that happened was old-time-y violin music on a crackly old record player started, with a woman singing some beautiful lullaby in a vaguely 30's accent, but the lyrics were hard to make out in the garbled noise of the record player, and the spinning disoriented feeling stopped suddenly. Glorbus stopped flinching and slowly opened his eyes as his pulse came back. He wasn't in any way relaxed now, just more confused. Glorbus looked around to see if he could find the something that moved again, looking up across the room, and-

        "You like Vera Lynn, little... thing?" But Glorbus did not answer, he just stared at the long creature with a star-shaped head, and a purple cape, very tumblr-sexyman style lanky posture and a bowtie, of course.

        "Or Mozart?" The music instantly switched on the word "Bach? That emo one everyone likes? Rick Astley?" The music switched between each word to a different song, but Glorbus just stared in confusement. (it's a word if I say it is) at the strange humanoid.

        "Oh, are you one of the ones that can't talk?" It said. "pity, oh well, I'll just kill this one and wait till' next year."

        "Huh?" Glorbus wanted to say 'Wait!' or 'stop!' or something along those lines, but 'Huh?' was the only noise he could muster.

"what's this?" the guy said, edging closer to Glorbus with curiosity, "It knows the language! perfect! First try too, how wonderous." "I's this... 'Die'?" Glorbus asked, remembering all the times Johnny had said "don't die" with seemingly no context.

        "Ugh, you things are always asking questions, I don't like explaining this the same way every time, but I guess I have too."

        "Oooh! storytime!" Glorbus said cutely, if anything could stop Glorbus from being horribly petrified, it's a good story.

        "Well, you, died, and you would have just depleted your simple energy pulse you call a consciousness and simply stopped existing, but once a year I do this fun little thing where I pull up a living creature that has just died, and just mess around with it. It's usually humans, they seem to think they're the  most important invasive virus on that rock, and they're killing each other all the time, and they're the most communicative ones and the funniest to watch. You see, this sphere of drama is like my soap-opera, I love to watch their silly little battles and power marches, every horrible thing they do down there is just more and more entertainment for me. But I have a problem. All the humans are all depresso now, and it's no fun to watch! It's making me depresso!" The guy ran it's hands across the underside of the spikes on his star-head as some kind of nervous tick. "and I never do this, but I just thought, what the hell, you know?"

        "yeah, I feel ya." Said Glorbus, not really understanding, but just wanting to be a part of things.

        "I had a thought, uheeh.. just a thought... that I would take one of the dead things, and see if I send it back to maybe just try to make them less depresso, it's probably just a stupid, silly thing that won't work, as most things are, but I was bored. So, congrats! you're the lucky one. It's ok if it doesn't work though, I'm not really expecting it to, but Eye made me at least try. She's really annoying when it comes to the humans."

"Aww! Who's Eye? Is that your dog?" Glorbus was wishfully thinking, as he just wanted to see a dog.

        "What? no! we don't do dogs, Eye's just what Earth-people might call; 'an obsessive optimist', and actually cares about the silly Earth-things! Can you believe it?" The Spacedude giggled like a rich person roasting a poor-person's boat at a yacht club, and gave a fruity little had wave. "I don't really give a sh*t though." Glorbus flinched at the curse word, reminiscing the time he had repeated it after reading it on a poster, and Johnny yelled at him about it. "So, I'll just send you back now, and Eye will stop yelling at me. Sooo... go fix the humans, or don't. I don't care-" The Spacedude guy was comedically cut off by a phone ringing, which was reacted to  by a deep sigh by Spacedude, and the materialization of an old-timy telephone receiver.

        "Yes, I have the thing, you can stop yelling at me now-" SD (spacedude) said frustratedly, before pausing. "you want to meet it." SD said in a flat, "of course you do" kind of tone before pausing again. "uuuugh, fine, I'll keep it here, but don't expect me to do anything else for you... No I am not feeding it!... no, you can't guilt me again b*tch... Well then do it yourself! ... Ok, ok, I hate you too, bye." SD deep sighed again before turning back to Glorbus. "Don't die for like, five minutes, ok? I've gotta go... not do drugs. Wait why am I talking to it?" SD scoffed and speed-walked away, leaving Glorbus to sit in silence until this Eye person came to meet him.