Virtue And Vitriol Mean Nothing In The End, It’s Just Horses And Dice

'These plebs are seriously mistaken if they think they get to choose where they end up.'

'Why did you design it like this?'

'Bit of fun for that last moment in life, Gabby.'

'They're already dead, Bub, you don't need to prolong their agony.'

'Everyone knows calming carousel tones help to lull into nostalgic catatonia. Besides, it detracts from the fact it's all random.'

'You're kidding....

                ....

                        ... You're not kidding?'

'Nope. So, why not make some cranky carousel, with its weird curling snake-like centre, enthral until it concertinas out and nabs them into Hell?'

'You make it sound so romantic, Bub. And those not nabbed?'

'Ridden off into the sunset towards the creaking gates of Heaven on their iron stallions.'

'A fitting end.'

'I'd say so. A flick of the dice, the Devil decides.'

'Who goes where and to which side? I'm a poet, they don't know it...'

'Huh?'

'That they're actually in prison, held to ransom by your flicking switch.'

'Dice.'

'You roll dice, Bub, not flick them.'

'You're an annoying idiot, but I have to admit I couldn't do this without you.'

'You couldn't.'

'I just said that.'

'I mean... You actually couldn't. One of us leads up, the other takes down. There’s literally no you without me.'

'That hurts.'

'It's the truth.'

'The truth hurts.'

Written for microcosms 200 anniversary prompt: Frenemies/Heaven & Hell/Romance & Hero & villain/ hostage situation/ steampunk