Afterlife

"Where am I?"
An elderly Mike Schmidt in a black security uniform got up on both his legs.
"...Oh, I guess I'm dead. My legs are intact."

	He observed his surroundings, and noticed an odd sort of bustling activity. If this was heaven it sure was strange, waking up in a field across from a building. He made his way on what felt like youthful legs for the first time in a century. He noticed the crowd consisted of a sparse few green-skinned men and a lot of Freddy Fazbear mascot variations. Upon the building hung a large banner:

"PROM NIGHT"

The old man took his palm to his face.
"I'm in hell."