This was made from a writing idea by @doomqwer I tried honey, that's all I can say.

(Name) stretched and lay back, pulling the attendant cap over his/her face. It was about time [s]he had a nap anyways. Feather wings curling around their body, (name) soon began to doze off.

The Afterlife Theatre was found inside the bustling Afterlife Hotel, one of the afterlife's biggest features. Malls, restaurants, arcades, and the Afterlife Theatre could all be found in this town-sized building.

Of course, being the only attendant there, (name) was extremely busy for the twelve hours a day it was opened. [S]He might as well have lived there, seeing that there was no one else to help out. It seemed that no matter how many times (name) begged to the virtues, they still never gave any relief to the newly promoted archangel.

See, there was an infinite number of rooms in the theatre. One just had to say the movie and boom there's an empty theatre just for them or however many are in their party. The only drawback from that was there was usually a lot of trash left behind by the spectators afterwards. So who had to clean up after them? (Name) of course!

"I just really wish I could have a helper..." the angel sighed, e/c eyes blinking lazily as [s]he stopped snoozing and decided to get started on the first room.

However, just as (name) was about to grab the mop and the bucket, they happened to notice a movement coming from the other side of the ticket counter. It was almost as if someone was crouching down, shaking a little.

Cautiously, (name) tiptoed towards his/her end of the counter, and carefully placed his/her hands on the table top. Leaning over ever so slightly, they came face to face with-

"BOOGA BOOGA BOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"

"EEEEEAAAUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" (Name) screamed in surprise and hurriedly backed into a corner as something jumped out from underneath the counter right in front of the angel's face.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" (Name) slowly unfurled his/her white, feathery wings which were folded over in a defensive manner. The shadow looming over finally stepped into the light, allowing (name) to get a better look at the visitor.

A tall girl with two extremely fluffy pigtails. Baby blue eyes and a wide grin pulled into an almost malicious expression. And... a very... unholy revealing outfit. One that would probably have (name) demoted at least one rank. The rank where [s]he would have to enter the human realm and watch over one person for their entire human lifespan. Literally all the time. Even when they were-

"Um, like, hellloooooo?!" The angel snapped out of his/her thoughts and faced the soul standing there.

"U-uh-" (name) stutterd, "we're closed for the day, please come back in twelve hours." [S]He quietly grabbed the bucket and started to wheel it off to the nearest theatre.

Until the angel's s/t wrist was gripped from behind, stopping him/her in his/her tracks. Whirling around, [s]he made sure that their wings whacked the girl, in an attempt to break free.

"Wow, rude!" The pink-haired (or was it strawberry-blonde?) stranger harped, as she checked her long and slender red nails for signs of damage (there was none, naturally).

(Name) pulled out the holy cross that [s]he carried in a pouch at all times. If this girl was a demon who managed to sneak in, then she would most definitely retreat, if not be thrown back into hell by the cross's power.

"BE GONE DEMON!" The archangel held up the cross in front of the girl, as multiple bright rays of a pinkish light emulated throughout the area, aiming right for the intended target...

And dissipated into nothingness.

"Eh?" (Name) donned a stupefied expression.

The girl began to laugh. "You thought I was a demon?! AHAHAHAHA that's hilarious!" She cackled as (name) turned red in embarrassment.

The angel pointed at her, "then, who are you?" [s]he asked, deeming the girl's threat level as relatively low.

She struck a pose, and started to talk. "Who am I, you ask? The one, the only, queen of despair, Junko Enoshima!! I am the cause of..." And she continued on for who knows how long cause (name) was already moving the mop towards the first theatre. Just before the h/c Angel could leave though, Junko pretty much teleported in front of him/her, causing him/her to stumble backwards, and crash right into the bucket full of water.

"Eeeek!!" The Angel was sloshed in soapy water, grimacing at the bitter taste of it. No way could this day get any worse. But [s]he was dealing with Junko Enoshima, so of course it could.

The poorly-dressed girl then proceeded to take a DVD from her skirt pocket, and wave it in front of the angel's face. "Ya know, do ya think you could pop this in, I think you deserve to watch a movie yourself!"

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(Name) sat down a good 11037 seats away from Junko as the movie began. It was mainly about Junko's life, and the beginning of her reign of despair. Which was thwarted by a boy called Makoto Naegi. (Name) made a mental note to tell the higher ups about this boy afterwards.

Well, a good majority of the movie involved elements like the first killing game, the remnants of despair, and even the part where she killed her own sister. How this girl wasn't sent directly to hell amazed (name).

Once the movie was over, (name) felt Junko sling an arm over his/her shoulder. She had that malicious grim on her face again. "Well," she exclaimed, "how was it? Feeling the despair now?"

"..."

"Huh? I asked you a question. So answer it!"

Finally (name) gave a long sigh and opened his/her e/c eyes. "I'm an archangel. Anyone above the guardian angel rank can't feel things like despair."

"Ehhhhhhhhh?" The strawberry-blonde jumped back a good distance. Shook at first, she quickly smiled again. "Hahaha... Someone who can't feel despair... That's... That's... So... DESPAIRING!!!!! I LOVE YOU (name) I'M STICKING AROUND YOU FOR THE REST OF ETERNITY!!"

"Please don't..." (Name) groaned.

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XX, XX, XXXX

How long has it been since Junko Enoshima first came to the Afterlife theatre.

Ever since then my life has been a living hell. I may not be able to feel despair...

But I sure can feel annoyance.

She is the worst assistant to exist. I swear she implanted at least 50 bombs in the theatres today. She also scratched quite a few of the projectors, and everyone is getting fed up with her.

Also, does she really not know the difference between yes and no?

Well on the plus side, she's gotten me quite a few helpers. Ruruka makes great snacks, and Chisa loves to clean the really messy rooms.

I guess no matter how annoying she can be, I've never had a boring day since.

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"(Name)! Like, how do you clean up this bucket agai-" *CRASH* *THUD* *SCREAMING*

"Ugh... JUNKOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"

Well, I guess I can admit now that comedy does not come easily to me. It usually ends up like this...

I had fun trying out this style, I hope I didn't divert from the idea too much. (Please forgive me if it did X3)

Next up:

- Kiibo X Miu

- another writing prompt from @doomqwer