The sun was now rising. June stretched her arms and woke, standing from the tree she leaned her back on. She usually took several naps during the day and sometimes at night, while her favorite friend, Helaman, was very much a morning person who usually slept several straight hours at night, but still slumbered this morning. Unlike June, he kept afloat.

That's when they heard crying. The worst sort of whining. A pair of ghosts, whom had been dead for eons now, were walking through this beautiful afterlife. Each ghost was unaware of the other, and standing in the exact same spot. Sometimes they'd look slightly different, and randomly teleport while twitching in different positions.

This didn't disturb Helaman or June. They had adopted an element of the devil. It was... Correct that this creature be punished.

June and Helaman were both perfect, of course. They were never sad and never wrong. They always cared about everyone and everything. Except this thing. It was divine truth that good was simply what is true, and that this fiend is the only exception, and in fact opposite, and should be pained as much as possible.

Each soul had numerous copies of itself, and Pinky and Heather had no choice but to stare into summoned portals revealing which days of their numerous lives they would have to relive. Pinky and Heather were both going to be spanked and diapered plenty. Heather would relive a month that ended in her execution... By lightbulbs. She would have to spend the next 30 days facing horrible pain and embarrassment and then sit on stinging hot light bulbs while more would be pressed against her. Her soft girly thighs, belly, her eyes and lips and ears and everywhere.

Pinky's fate was also to burn, as a dozen withes would sacrifice him. Perhaps throwing him in an oven, but using skill or magic to keep him alive for longer than usual.

Not that their grim fates could affect anything. They would always be okay in the end, ready to dive back into the world.