You heard about God’s proposal, and it’s both the most interesting and the most dangerous gamble you’ve heard lately. Heaven is meant to be a place for people that are inherently good… but if you’re honest, you haven’t always felt comfortable with that idea either. What if a good person makes one bad mistake? Or what if one bad person changes their ways at the end of their life? Does that exclude them from paradise…?

So okay. Maybe you can get behind the idea of a trial of judgment.

“So. I can have the job?”

The large, pink axolotl before you regards you curiously. They do not blink, and when God speaks to you you hear it in your head again rather than see their mouth open.

”You think you can be of use?”

The answer is no, actually. You’re not entirely sure you’re qualified to be a part of something like this, but you don’t really want to say no either. This is about proving yourself, too.

“Do you think I’d be here if I couldn’t be?”

God hums, seemingly satisfied with your answer. You lean back against the wall, stretching your spine a little as it bunches uncomfortably. When was the last time you slept well? Far too long, probably.

”Your unique outlook will make this interesting.” They concede. ”You have eight months to prepare and participate. You will stay for the duration of the trial.”

No arguments there. You want to be here. You want to succeed. You have to succeed, or what are you even doing with your time?

“A bar then.” You suggest. “If there’s one made, I’ll take over. Keeps me there, keeps them occupied. Do we have a deal?”

God doesn’t verbally agree, but you hear the sound of that low, song-like humming you’ve heard before as they hold your gaze so long it grows uncomfortable. You suppose that’s good enough. You don’t really have time to think it over either.

There’s a lot you need to catch up on, after all.