I need therapy. Coz why do I find myself tearing up watching an edit of my man (a fictional character) with another woman (his canonical love interest)?
maybe i just want to live happily ever after with farmhand!clark. maybe i just want to one day own our own farm where he lets me name one of the lambs something really cute. maybe we'd have kids too. maybe....
predator and prey chatper six (hazbin hotel reader insert)
Alastor had been right when he said Charlie had a bunch of activities planned. She started it bright and early, having made everyone breakfast, in an attempt to bring everyone together to get some form of conversation started, to try and get everyone to build stronger relationships. You could admire the ambition that she had, and you were sure to thank her for the room and the mints that had been left on the pillow, even explaining how you hadnât been serious about them but still appreciated them.Â
The princess asked what everyones favorite breakfast meal was, so she could keep in mind for the next time she decided to cook for everyone. She planned on circulating through everyones chosen breakfast at least once a month. Eight people, eight big breakfasts, the rest of the time breakfast would be a private ordeal. You hadnât been a big breakfast person while alive. You enjoyed the food of course, french toast and muffins having been one of your favorites, but you never actively ate those foods for breakfast. It was either brunch or breakfast for dinner.
While Vaggie and Charlie were talking, it was Sir Pentious who spurred the trust exercises. He didnât trust anyone in the hotel, which was a fair standpoint in your opinion. You both had just arrived and in Hell, niceness usually came at a harsh price. It also wasnât unwarranted. You werenât exactly being open and honest about your true reasons for joining the hotel and you werenât exactly going to at any point in the future.Â
Alastor had left for the day, being forced to take Sir Pentiousâ eggs by Vaggie, and you almost felt bad for the snake demon. While the eggs were a bit obnoxious they also held a sort of charm to them and seemed to mean quite a lot to him. You knew where the Radio demon had headed to, the Overlord meeting.Â
The trust exercises werenât thrilling. Trust falls were a bit cliche in your opinion, and you didnât know exactly what you would say. So when Niffty ran up onto the stage and jumped off, everyone took a step back, allowing the small demon to land face-first on the ground. Her laugh was one of hysterics, and she stood and ran back up onto the stage, just to throw herself back off, enjoying the pain it brought. Charlie dragged Vaggie off to talk for a few minutes just between the two of them.
âSo, toots, you havenât even looked at me twice today, am I not your type?â Angel asked as he slouched over the couch, his top set of arms crossing while the bottom kept him supported.
You raised an eyebrow as you turned to face the spider demon, âI donât have a type.â Your answer was simple and blunt. Growing up you always had felt different from everyone, all your friends talking about crushes and their âfirstsâ. You never found yourself attracted to anyone, it never bothered you either. The idea of romance was something you only entertained when it was fictional, or hypothetical, but you could never actually see yourself be with someone for any reason, romantic or sexual. That was the reason you had died without even having a first kiss, it was never something you concerned yourself about.
Angel blinked twice before frowning. âDonât have a type? Oh come on, Iâm everyoneâs type! Especially down here! I can be whatever you want me to be, toots.â He continued.
âI donât have a type. Never was interested in sex, the act or idea.â You shrugged and watched as he seemed to mull over your words.Â
âReally?â Sir Pentious spoke up and slithered up to stand beside you, a look of interest across his face.
You nodded in answer. âReally. Just wasnât my thing.â
Before any more questions could be asked by anyone else, Charlie returned with Vaggie, clearly excited as they explained that Vaggie would be taking over on the trust exercises from that point onwards for the day. The rest of the day had definitely gone more interesting as Angel had suggested going to a sex club to try and build trust, and when that didnât work, Vaggie took everyone to the more dangerous side of the city. A current turf war between two lower demons who seemed to think they were hot shit was rolling through the streets, gunshots and screams could be heard all around. You opted out of the exercise, you knew far too many people on that side of town and didnât want to be recognized.Â
You returned to the hotel and went to the kitchen. You had your phone playing music softly, just on shuffle as you didnât have any particular mood you wanted to listen to. Luckily, and thankfully, most musicians seemed to end up in Hell for one reason or another, which meant you still got to consume new genres and new songs as well as listen to some of your old favorites. Even some of your favorite artists who had long since past you now got to listen to new music that the people back on Earth alive wouldnât ever hear until they died.Â
You cooked a simple meal, a grilled cheese, as you didnât have the energy for anything more than that. Grilled cheese has always been a comfort food of yours, especially when paired with tomato soup. Your favorite had been when your parents would cut the sandwich into different shapes when you were still just a child. Or when theyâd make ramen noodles, the cheap fifty-cent packaged ramen, and would add food coloring to it to change the color of the noodles and broth, always called it something stupid like brains or guts.Â
You smiled sadly, fondly, at the memories as you watched the cheese on the two pieces of bread, waiting for them to melt. Your hand reached for your phone and you turned down the music, eyes narrowing as you thought you had heard your name being called. You paused the music next, turned to face the entrance of the kitchen, and waited for a second. Quiet, everyone was still out. You were the only one in the hotel still.
You push play on the song once more, keeping the volume quiet as you focus back on the sandwich, placing the two pieces of bread together once the cheese has melted to perfection. Again, your head snapped towards the kitchen doorway as you once more thought you heard your name, this time followed by footsteps rapidly approaching.
You turned the music off once more, grabbed the pan, and placed the grilled cheese onto a plate. You couldnât help as your mind wandered to all the shitty horror movies you had watched while alive, it had been one of your favorite movie genres. The shittier the better in your opinion. You sat down at the island and took a bite out of the grilled cheese and gave a low humming noise in response. Not as perfect as the ones you used to make, but still good enough to get praise.Â
A text appeared at the top of your phone as you scrolled and you smiled. You tapped on the text and responded. Finally, someone knew something or someone who knew more about the damned Radio demon. You asked for more information and turned the phone off as you felt the air shift. You reached over and grabbed another plate from the cabinet underneath the counter and placed it beside you. Then without a word, you placed your other half of your sandwich on the plate and offered it to the demon who now stood behind you.
Alastor didnât say anything but you knew he was there. You took another bite out of your sandwich and motioned for him to take the plate, or to take the seat beside you. A moment passed, then another, and then the sound of the stool beside you being pulled out filled the silent air. He sat down next to you and looked over the sandwich with slight suspicion.Â
âItâs not poison. Iâm literally eating it right now.â You answered the unasked question and you glanced at him. He laughed twice, a dry laugh that you werenât entirely certain was his actual laughter. He picked the half sandwich up and looked it over.Â
âI am not a fan of liars.â He said, the radio filter covering his voice ever-present as he seemed to pull the crust off the sandwich. You watched, amused, as you didnât think that the great Alastor would be one to be averse to crust on a sandwich.Â
You wiped your mouth and grabbed up your now empty plate, your stomach only partly satiated for the time being, and placed it into the sink for it to be washed later. âI havenât said a word to lie about.â You answered simply and turned to face Alastor.Â
He hummed once. âLast night. Your clothes.âÂ
âOh right, yeah I lied about that.â You shrugged, took a step toward the island, and leaned against it, resting your head on your hand as you watched the other closely. âAnd?â
âYou were out much later than what it shouldâve taken to pack a bag as small as the one you brought.â He finally took a bite out of the now-cooling sandwich and you grunted. It wouldâve been better if he had eaten the sandwich when it was still warm.
You nodded, not denying the fact as you watched him for a moment before looking away. âYouâre right. I got distracted. Really that simple, but not exactly a good first impression.â Make yourself seem unimportant and useless, and then the Radio demon wonât be interested in you any longer. Make him believe that you were a nobody, and even he wouldnât be able to stop your plans.Â
Step one was already complete thanks to the help of Velvette. Start breaking the rift, the cracks in the relationships that held the Overlords together. It was weak already, barely holding on by a thread, all it needed was a few more hits and down it would crash.
For a split second, it looked like Alastor was going to ask another question but he stayed silent. He finished the half of the sandwich you gave him and threw the crust away, placing the plate on top of yours inside the sink. âI am sure today was a much better first impression with everyone then.âÂ
You nod and stretch, hearing the front doors of the hotel open and the voices of everyone returning filling the otherwise silent hotel. âOh absolutely. I just cannot wait to see where this all goes.â You said and you couldnât help the second meaning slipping in with your words, that you knew Alastor picked up on by the twitch of his ears. You give a single nod and quickly make your way out of the kitchen to meet back up with everyone to see how the rest of the day had gone, leaving Alastor alone in the kitchen.
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A/N: Hey! I would first like to say thank you to everyone who's read the fic so far! I am so glad y'all are enjoying it! You have no idea how excited and happy I am to see y'all excited and happy LMAO. Secondly, because I'm silly and goofy and love making playlist, I went ahead and made a playlist for this! It's liked just down below if anyone of ya wanna listen!
predator and prey chapter five (hazbin hotel reader insert)
It was around two in the morning when Velvette finally made it around to your apartment. The time between her arrival and your return from the hotel allowed you to pack some of your items up into a small duffle bag, clothes, a couple of mementos that included a framed picture of you and Velvette, as well as a few items you may have stolen from people so theyâd come asking for them back.Â
The Social Media Overlord didnât knock, she didnât need to as you had given her a key to your apartment. She walked in, her eyes focused on her phone, an annoyed look plastered on her face as she grumbled and cursed. She let herself fall on your couch, her legs kicking up and stretching out the entire thing as the phone slipped from her hands, landing on the floor just near her.
âThat fucker Vox is making me go to this stupid meeting alone. I didnât even want to go in the first place!â She sighed as her eyes drifted across the room to look at you, her nose turning up slightly at your choice of outfit. In an instant, it was changed to something that was trending at the moment.Â
That was usual behavior from the other demon that it didnât even phase you any longer. At least now Velvette stuck to closer to your style rather than changing it completely, and you werenât one to say no to an upgrade to clothes. The benefit of not having any sentimental value added to anything you wore since those items were all back on Earth that youâd never see again.Â
âSpeaking of which, you still havenât explained how you know about the meeting.â She pointed out to you and you snickered.Â
You stood from the loveseat you had been sitting in lazily scrolling through your phone until she arrived and grabbed the bag that you had sat on the coffee table. âThis meeting between us isnât about how I know. Itâs about how I can help you in the meeting.â You began and walked over, Velvette moving her legs up closer toward her so you could take a seat on the couch next to her. Your words caught her attention and she stared at you with interest and looked at the bag with curiosity.Â
âThe most recent extermination brought up something rather⊠interesting Iâll say. Got word of it and had to investigate it. Thatâs when I stumbled upon this.â You held the bag up, not allowing the Overlord to take it just yet. No, you needed those simple but very powerful words to come from her mouth first. Then youâd let her have the bag and what it contained to do with what she pleased. You knew sheâd take it to the meeting, you were banking on it.Â
Velvette stared at the bag, you could see her mind working, trying to figure out if she could determine what was inside that was so important that youâd bring up the Overlord meeting that was happening tomorrow. Making a deal was always stupid, she knew that, but it wasnât her soul you were asking for, it was a favor, and you two were friends, so how bad of a favor could it be? âA favor-â She started off, reaching for the bag.
âA simple favor, to be repaid whenever I wish.â You finished and held the bag away and your free hand out for her to shake, giving a perfectly innocent smile.Â
âYes, Iâve heard your pitch to a few of Val and Voxâs employees.â She huffed. It was the curiosity of the unknown that seemed to be really pulling at her. Something that came up during an extermination. Her hand met yours and you two shook, the deal being sealed, the power exchanged shaking the building your apartment was in. It wasnât every day that an Overlord made a deal that wasnât the Overlord making the deal.
The bag was exchanged and Velvette immediately brought out its contents, holding the angels head by the horns, eyes widening in surprise and shock. She looked at the head, then at you, and then back to the head, blinking twice before placing it down on the coffee table, letting it lull to the side. âHow the fuck do you have this? How did this even happen?â
âThatâs what youâre going to have to ask at the meeting tomorrow. It was found in Carmillas domain.â You informed haphazardly as if the topic was no longer interesting to you. You leaned back on the couch and kicked your legs up onto the coffee table, your feet gently kicking the head to the side to move it out of your way. âI have my theories but nothing concrete yet.â
âAnd youâre not going to share?â She pouted at the realization that the head was the only thing that she would be getting out of the deal, nothing more. Your smile gave her the answer she already knew. âBitch.â
You smirked and gave a small shrug before abruptly standing from your couch. You again held your hand out for the other to take, this time in a friendly manner, to help her off the couch as well. âRight! Well, always good to see you, I do have other things Iâve got on my plate at the moment so weâre gonna both be leaving the apartment.â
Velvette took your hand and pulled herself up, scooping her phone up off the floor in the process. The look of curiosity didnât leave her face as she stared at you, eyes narrowed slightly at your words. âOther plans this late at night?âÂ
âYup! Other plans not involving you, sorry.â You scooped the head up, placed it into the bag, and handed the bag back over to the Overlord who took it from you, now seeming slightly suspicious of you. That was the first time that look crossed her face, you realized, and it just caused you to smile and walk toward the door. You scooped up the duffle bag from beside the door and motioned for her to follow.
The two of you walked out of the apartment together, you gave Velvette a side hug before waving goodbye as you watched her enter a black car. You hummed once and turned, going back to the hotel to hopefully get at least some sleep that night. You were exhausted from the day and knew that youâd have a lot of pretending to do the next now that you were going to be staying with the Princess.Â
When you returned to the hotel, you saw Charlie and Vaggie both returning to bed, looking like they had been awoken from sleep for one reason or another. You raised an eyebrow at them before giving a slight wave, shifting the bag on your shoulder. Vaggies look told you that she was shocked to see you actually returned but Charlie seemed more than ecstatic. âIâm really tired, so we can talk tomorrow!â You said quickly, stopping her from speaking up.Â
Vaggie seemed relieved by your words and almost mouthed a thank you before pulling the princess down the hallway and around a corner. It was then that you realized you hadnât ever been shown where your room had been set up like Charlie had told you it had, and you stood in the middle of the hallway slightly clueless for a moment. You furrowed your eyebrows as you started to walk down the hall in the opposite direction that the two had gone, figuring you could just crash in any empty room for the night and get your official room in the morning.Â
However, before you managed to slip into one of the empty rooms, the door looked like it needed to be replaced because of the mold and slightly broken hinges, the static in the air shifted. You could see the outline of the Radio demon standing off to the side at the end of the hallway where you just came from, his head cocked to the side just slightly as he studied you, as if he was expecting to surprise you. When you didnât react to his presence like he had been expecting, he took a step forward. âHello dear! Charlie was hoping youâd return so she asked me to make sure you got to the correct room! Though I do have to say I am shocked to see you return so late, makes one wonder what you were doing all that time away.â
âPacking.â You said simply, not playing into his game as you held up your duffle bag, raising an eyebrow as if to challenge him. You took a step forward and smiled politely. âThanks for showing me to my room.â You said as he turned and began to walk, not waiting to see if you would follow.Â
It was a brief walk down the hallway, and Alastor stopped and pointed with his microphone to a door. It wasnât falling off its hinges like the room you were going to choose, the paint was still chipping, however. You nodded, and opened the door, peering inside. Clean, the bed was made, and there were even two little pieces of mints on the pillow, causing you to smile and chuckle to yourself. You hadnât been serious about the mints and yet there they were, waiting for you.Â
âDo you often change into multiple different outfits a day or is it only an occurrence when youâre meeting different people?â Alastor asked offhandedly, taking you slightly by surprise. You had forgotten about Velvette changing your clothes, it hadnât even crossed your mind how that might look to others.Â
You hesitated, for just a moment before you answered. âYou know how the streets of Hell can be. Messy, disgustingly so. Got something on me and didnât want to have to walk in that. So I changed.â But your hesitancy was all Alastor seemed to know that you werenât telling the truth.
He made a low noise, the radio frequency around his voice thickened for just a moment, the shadow behind him having his antlers extend for a second before everything returned back to normal. âHow fascinating! Well, get some well-deserved rest, tomorrow is a very important day! First official day for two new residents of the hotel, I am sure Charlie will have a bunch of activities planned. You do not want to miss out!â
He left without another word, leaving you alone in your new room. You watched him turn and walk down the hall for a second before walking into the room. You took in a sharp breath, shook your head, and dropped your duffle bag. Your entire body felt tense and you hadnât even realized it until he had left. You were exhausted. You wanted to sleep. You knew you werenât getting much sleep that night, your mind raced with a million different thoughts.
predator and prey chapter 4 (hazbin hotel reader insert)
The ringtone of your phone had you answering before it went on longer than two seconds, half expecting the sound of Velvettes laugh at your insistence on making a deal. Instead, you heard a voice you werenât expecting. The voice of Francis. The man whom that demon had tried to save, only to condemn instead.Â
âYou fucking bitch ass fucker!â He shouted, clearly he wasnât trying to keep his cover at the moment.Â
âOh hello Francis. Thought you could have someone else get you out of your deal, did you? Coward.â You said simply, finding yourself heading towards the hotel instead of the V tower, deciding youâd wait until you heard what Velvette had to say. âUpset to find yourself at the end of a chain and your soul belonging to me? I told you what would happen.â
âYou canât fucking do shit yourself! Youâve got no power so you have everyone else do everything!â Francis was angry, pissed, and it made you stop walking.Â
The bag adjusted on your shoulder, a hand placed on it, your other hand shifting the phone in your hand. âIâm on Hells boulevard and Dantes street. Iâm expecting to see you here in five minutes.â
âWhat? Why would I fucking come to you now?â His tone shifted from one of pure anger to confusion.
âBecause I said so.â A chain appeared wrapped around the hand on top of the bag and you gave it a slight yank. âOr else.â
Silence on the other end of the line as a slight stumbling noise could be heard muffled as well as a string of curses to fill the silence quickly. The perks of no one knowing you, knowing who you truly were as a person, no one knowing exactly what you were doing, no one knowing what to expect when you were angry. So there was silence again for a brief moment after the cursing died down, and then a quiet affirmative and the line went dead.Â
You stood, waiting on the corner of the street, hand still on the bag, protecting it, eyes focused on your phone as a text from Velvette appeared at the top.
Velvy: last time you said that it was for ice cream
Velvy: also how the hell did you know about the Overlord meeting
Velvy: meet tonight at your place?
You donât give many details, a simple okay sent through, and a time for the middle of the night. You still wanted to head back to the hotel, get a room to stay in, and then have the excuse of needing to return to your apartment to grab some personal items. The princess wouldn't even question that, you knew that much.Â
Francis is in front of you minutes later. You check the time and click your tongue, he was right on time and seemed to have been sprinting to make it. Your free hand reached up, grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him down to your level. âLetâs make one thing understood, I own your soul. You will not tell anyone about me. You will continue to spy on that moth freak, and if you get caught, you will be paying the consequences for it. You had the illusion of choice with the previous deal, now you donât even get that.â
His eyes widened by the sudden movements of being dragged down and he tried to pull away, which only caused you to smile, sharp canines glinting in the light. âIf you donât, Iâll just kill you here and now and be done with it. You still have the freedom of living wherever you do, having free time, doing whatever else you do with your pathetic life, but you will listen to me.âÂ
Death, permanent death, even just the threat got the eyes of the demon widened even more. He put his hands up quickly and nodded, clearing his throat. âRight! Got it! Fuck!â
You released his shirt from your grasp pushed him back in the same motion and continued to walk forward, as if the entire conversation hadnât happened. You didnât look back but could hear the demon cursing under his breath. That caused you to snicker once, rolling your eyes, and continuing down the street.
You made your way back towards the Hazbin Hotel and walked in, eyes landing on the group sitting in the lobby-parlor as the princess had called it. You waved, smiled, and shifted. âHey! I uh, did decide that maybe giving this a shot while I was out for a walk today⊠Going to have to go back to my apartment to grab some things but⊠I wanna stay here.â
The group turned to face you, Charlie bounding up from her spot on the floor and racing over quickly, practically squealing with excitement. âOh my gosh yes!â She grabbed onto your hand and pulled you over to the others who were all still sitting on the floor.Â
You could recognize Vaggie from your first investigation of the hotel, Husk seemed to still be standing behind the bar which made you wonder if he was allowed to leave the bar ever. There was a smaller demon with one large eye who stared up at you with complete interest. You waved to everyone and introduced yourself as you sat down on the floor near the couch. Sitting on the floor, or table, or another surface that wasnât a chair had been a bad habit of yours while living. You could still hear your mother's voice as clear as day asking what you were doing just sitting in the middle of the kitchen, or on the dining room table, your two favorite spots to sit.Â
Your gaze washes over everyone and stops on a certain demon lounged out across one of the other couches, a bottle of alcohol in one of his hands. Angel Dust. You hadnât even officially met him, as you tried to keep your presence around the Vee tower to a minimum, but you had seen him entering and exiting, and you knew of his profession with Valentino. You could tell by the way he looked at you he didnât recognize you in the slightest.
âThis is Angel, and then Nifty, I told you about her when you were here last time, and here is Sir Pentious, our first official resident whoâs interested in trying to be redeemed just like you are!â Charlie exclaimed as she smiled at the snake demon who seemed to stare at you with suspicion.Â
You give an awkward toward Sir Pentious and nod along to the introductions, you had been hoping to have less time talking with people and more time figuring out your room situation. The sooner you had a room, the sooner you could return to your apartment and get the meeting with Velvette set up, and you definitely didnât need anyone learning about that.Â
Charlie clapped her hands together as she took her spot back down sitting next to Vaggie, crossing her legs underneath her as she did so, taking in a deep breath. âWe were just going over some simple facts about ourselves to try and get to know one another better! Sir Pentious and Angel already went, so why donât you go?â
You blinked a few times and rubbed the back of your head. A few simple facts about yourself, you felt like you were back in school and it was the first day, you hated these types of activities. âRight, uh, well, I died about a year ago, my favorite fruit are strawberries, and uh, I love to listen to music while doing tasks.âÂ
The princess clapped along with Vaggie, who only seemed to be doing so just to make the other happy. Sir Pentious started to clap soon after seeing Charlie doing so. You stayed silent and leaned back against the couch behind you, looking around the parlor once again, taking in everything for a second time.Â
You wondered how many rooms there were in the hotel, with at max seven of them being occupied at the moment with the addition of Sir Pentious, eight now that you were going to be staying there for the foreseeable future. There was a bar and you were assuming that somewhere there had to be a kitchen, hopefully, a laundry mat, you didnât want to carry your clothes up and down the hill leading into the city. If that was the case youâd end up just using a favor and having someone else do it for you.Â
The conversation kept going, Charlie and Sir Pentious talking with one another about different qualities to work on so he would have a chance at getting redeemed. You half listened, your mind elsewhere as you felt the static in the air shift, just slightly. Enough that if you were alive, youâd say a storm was coming in. Then just as suddenly as the shift in the air, the front doors opened once again.Â
âAlastor!â Charlie bounced up and motioned for the Radio demon forward, gesturing towards Sir Pentious and you. âWeâve had another person want to be redeemed!âÂ
She motioned over towards you and you stood, giving Alastor a small wave. He turned and looked you over once in silence, his ever present smile growing once as his head tilted to the side, his ears flickering in response. It felt like he was looking through you, studying your movements.Â
You introduce yourself and put your hand out for him to shake. Alastor does so, shaking your hand twice. âIt is a pleasure to see another poor unfortunate sinner wishing to try their hands at getting redeemed! I am Alastor, Iâm sure youâve heard of me?â
A nod is your response which earns a wider smile from the demon. You have heard of the Radio demon and the way he became an Overlord. You knew of what sort of power he held and what he could do if he so wanted. You wanted to know more about him, however. What made him tick, what his motivations were to start helping with the hotel in the first place, where he had been for the past seven years.Â
His stare never left you. You were but a lowly demon with one soul to your name on paper. Anyone else wouldnât have thought twice about it, but it seemed to intrigue Alastor enough that he made a low humming noise to fill the awkward silence you left in the air. âWell I am certain that Charlie here has done a wonderful job getting you settled in! I must take my leave however at this time, I do hope I see you around.âÂ
With that, Alastor seemed to disappear into the shadows. Charlie cleared her throat and brought everyone's attention back towards her, but you looked at your phone. âItâs actually getting late, Iâm gonna go get my stuff from my apartment so I can set it up in my room here.â You stood and gave a smile towards Charlie.
She gave a nod in understanding, more than excited to see what kind of items you were planning on bringing back. You waved goodbye to everyone in the parlor and walked out of the hotel, heading down the hill back towards the city, taking in a sharp breath as you did so.
I wrote most of this while drunk last night so if it's shit thats why LMAO
TW// deadly car crash,slightly detailed description of car crash, guilt, spiraling,Â
It all had happened so fast, in a blink of an eye, a sneeze, before an âOh fuckâ could even cross your mind. The rain had been coming down hard, it was dark, and of course, the street lights had been barely working. The other car had their lights turned off, they had been swerving. You might have seen them, if you hadnât been laughing at a joke your brother had said. You might have seen them if your focus wasnât on the song that had just turned on. You might have seen them if the rain wasnât coming down as hard, if the street lights were working, if the road hadnât come to a bend. You mightâve been able to swerve out of the way, might have been able to break, might have been able to maneuver the car just the right way, a dozen might havesâŠÂ
It all had happened so fast and now you were waking up with a gasp for air, like it was the last one you might take. You could hear distant fighting, shouting, gun shots. It wasnât raining anymore, you werenât in a car anymore, the worst part was that you were alone. Your eyes darted around quickly, standing and looking around. The dark red sky was one thing to signal you werenât awake, or maybe even alive. Then your heart stopped, your stomach dropped, and you stumbled forwards as the memory of your death came crashing down around you, literally.
The car had hit the drivers side, your side, and sent your car spinning. The water on the road caused both cars to hydroplane, and the car hit again, in the back passengers side, and nearly flipped the car upside down. The glass shattered, the radio still blaring, the rain hitting the broken dashboard, the blood, then nothing. Blackness. Then, this. What was around you. You werenât sure if you were dreaming or not. If this was the afterlife or not. All you knew was you needed to wake up, you needed to go back, to wake up, to go back. That was the only thought other than was he okay? Was he still alive, was he hurt, you needed to get back to him. You were supposed to protect him, to keep him safe, and you failed.
You stumbled forwards, nails digging into your palms as you took in deep breaths, trying to keep yourself from spiraling. If you were dead, if the crash killed you on impact, then you were in Hell. That had to be the only explanation. Or some form of Hell, whatever religion had it ârightâ in the end. You didnât even have time to try and figure out what you had done that warranted your soul to be sent downwards instead of up. You needed to make sure he was okay.
You looked up and down the dirty street, a car was on fire, there was someone just casually stabbing a corpse, people where fucking in a building next to you, the window wide open and you could practically smell them. You stumbled away from the window and grimaced, how the hell, or where in this case, were you supposed to find a way to get back up topside? Back to Earth? Even for just a moment? A minute? To make sure? Was that even possible? It had to be possible, it had to be, it had to be, it had to be.Â
You promised, you promised, you promised. You promised to keep him safe, to make sure heâd always be safe, to be okay, at the bare minimum keep him alive. What kind of older sibling were you if you couldnât even do that? You fucked up in the most catastrophic way and maybe that was the reason you were in Hell. The reason your soul was sent down. Because you failed to keep him safe. You got him killed. He wasnât even supposed to be in the car. He wasnât supposed to be with you. You had asked him to. Asked. Begged. You didnât want to go to the store alone that late at night. You bribed him with buying him whatever he wanted, within reason, you werenât a millionaire after all. You didnât even need to go to the store. You just wanted to. You wanted to and you didnât want to go alone. This was your fault.Â
You jumped as you felt a hand on your shoulder and instinctively moved away by taking a step to the side, your head snapping towards the person, eyes wide. You had to look up to see the others face, his appearance giving a starch reminder of where you were, if you were dead, if this wasnât a dream. Hell. This person was a demon, condemned for eternity, for sins you werenât aware of. But you were in Hell too, you were condemned, just the same as he was, and maybe, maybe he wasnât as bad as he could be. You studied the demon briefly, looking him up and down once, taking in the red suit, the long microphone staff he held, the smile that seemed to stretch too far that reminded you of the Joker, the bad hair cut, the way he looked at you like you were prey.
âYou seemed troubled, dear!â His voice was distorted, like it was coming through an old antique radio, one that wouldâve been considered trash about five years ago but now since it was trendy would be far too expensive for you to even imagine owning. The same thing had happened with records, and now any old good quality record player was only affordable for the rich. âPerhaps I can help?â
Every nerve in your body told you to run, your stomach had dropped and twisted, you felt ill just standing near the taller man-demon-whatever he was. Your body just wanted you to flee but he was offering help. The worst he could say is no, he couldnât help your situation and youâd be stuck at square one. You were desperate, and that desperation was coming off you in waves. âI need to go back to Earth. Now. Or rather like, five minutes ago. I- I need to. Iâll do anything.âÂ
You put it out there instantly, how desperate you were. You currently didnât care about logistics, about how this might end up with you completely screwed for the rest of eternity. You couldnât care less, if you were honest with yourself. If this was Hell, if you were dead, there wasnât a single thing that you could care about. The demon-man-thing could have you do almost anything at this point and you wouldnât care. If he asked you to kill someone, could you die in Hell, well you saw that corpse and a demon-person-thing stabbing it, so surely you could die a second time, and that only brought up more questions-
âAnything?â The demons voice, still glitched and filtered through an old radio seemed to have been enhanced in that very way. His smile stretched further across his face, his head cocked to the side ever so slightly in interest as he took a step forwards towards you.Â
You instinctively took a step backwards, just to keep distance between yourself and the stranger. You were both demons, you realized, if you were in Hell. Or maybe there was something else that defined a demon and you were just a poor unfortunate soul. Either way, you decided to keep the assumptions to a minimum until you learned more about what the fuck was going on. You cleared your throat and nodded in response. Anything. Youâd do anything at this point.Â
He again took a stride towards you, holding his free hand out, the microphone cane held behind his back as the smile on his face continued to grow. Antlers grew from his head, expanding and twisting in sharp turns. A dark green aura enveloped the both of you as he spoke, âI can give you two minutes back on Earth. Two minutes for your soul. I feel like thatâs a fair trade!âÂ
Two minutes. Two minutes would be all you had to make sure your brother was alive and okay. Two minutes to try and make sure he got the help he needed, two minutes to help him, support him, tell him everything would be okay. Two minutes for your soul. Two minutes was more than enough time. You grabbed onto the strangers hand and shook it once, your face hardening in seriousness. âDeal.â
The green completely overtook you, nearly choking you before it dissipated and you felt the cold rain hit your skin. You werenât in the car, no, you were standing next to the car. Smoke rose from crumpled hood, the driver side was nearly non existent, the door crushed into the seat, no wonder you had died on impact. It wouldâve been impossible, a miracle if you hadnât. There was no saving you, you knew that much. Your eyes darted to the passengers side. It looked better but not by a large margin. You called out your brothers name and rushed forwards, prying the passenger door off with a strength you didnât even realize you had.
His head rolled to the side, blood was trickling down his forehead, his arm looked bent at an awful angle, but his chest was rising and falling. He was still breathing, he was alive, he had a chance. You swallow thickly and search through the broken car, pushing past the glass covered seats and grabbed onto your phone, your hands shaking. As you go to turn it on, it was the first time you saw yourself after death. Your refelction staring back at you clear as day in the black mirror. You no longer looked like yourself, a demon, a monster, stared back.Â
Your brother groaned, quietly, and coughed, your fingers quickly dialing 911 and explaining the situation and the road you were on. Your voice was shaking, tears were streaming down your face, you were begging the responder to get there as soon as possible, to save your brother. They responder told you that an ambulance was on its way and to stay calm.Â
Your brothers voice pierced your ears as you looked down at him. You give a shaky smile and knelt down, grabbing onto the hand that didnât look like a mangled nest. âI donât know where we are, but itâll be okay. Itâs going to be okay. Everything will be okay. I promise.â You told him, wiping the blood off his cheek and sniffling. âIâm sorry, Iâm so sorry. I know Iâm not who you wanted me to be all the time, I wasnât the best older sibling I couldâve been, I-I fucked up a lot, but itâs going to be okay. Youâre going to be okay.â Your voice was shaking, breaking every other second, you felt like you were going to sob. But you couldnât you had to be strong, for him, to make him feel safe. That was your job, to protect him, from everything. From yourself.
âTell mom- tell mom Iâm sorry. Iâm so fucking sorry⊠Tell her not to blame herself, not to blame you. We both- fuck we both know youâve always been the strongest one out of all of us. Iâm so fucking sorry⊠You deserved so much better. Than to be strong. Iâm sorry I wasnât strong enough. You⊠fuck⊠You donât have to be strong all the time. Youâre allowed to be weak and scared and sad and frustrated. Iâm sorry.â
The sound of sirens in the distance filled your chest with hope and the sight of the flashing lights coming closer signaled that help had arrived. You stood up from beside the crashed car and waved your hands, calling out for the first responders, crying out for them to hurry, to get over there and save your brother, and just as a flashlight shone in your direction, you saw the green smoke start to overtake your body. Just as you heard the shouting from the first responders telling the others where the car was, you disappeared in the green smoke.
You were back, standing on the street with the burning car, the two demons fucking in the building behind you, with the tall red demon in front of you with the sinister smile across his face. âWell I sure do hope you spent those two minutes being productive!âÂ
You felt like he was mocking you, making fun of what you had just done, what you just went through. You felt like the tears that had dried on your face gave him amusement, that your misery was fun to him, and that gave you chills that ran down your spine. You wouldnât give him the amusement of a reaction however. You knew how to suck up your emotions and break down when you were alone. You knew how to disguise your hurt, frustrations, anguish, by laughing and joking and brushing it off until you couldnât anymore. And now you had all of eternity to perfect it.
âOh, it was super productive, started a business, worked hard, had it become a billion dollar idea, made some bad investment choices, crashed the stock market, got married, regretted that, divorced, had a midlife crisis around a minute, went to the Bahamas and bought a sports car far too expensive for me to reasonably pay every month-â You went on rambling, having no intention on stopping any time soon.Â
You wanted to see how long he would let you ramble, listing off more and more bizarre things, you were going to talk about trading the sports car in for an elephant but had been cut off as a chain appeared around your neck and you were tugged forwards. Your eyes widened slightly as your hands reached up to pull at the chain, uselessly it seemed, before you looked at the stranger. His ears twitched slightly with annoyance, you knew that much from the years of owning animals. Itâs hard to hide emotions with ears and tails, easiest way to read an animal. His eyes were narrowed, but his smile remained the same. âWell worth your soul then!â The radio waves coming from his voice seemed to shake slightly.Â
âHalf a mint and a toothpick wouldâve been worth my soul, hate to tell you that it wasnât worth much. Definitely scammed you.â You say and wince, gasping out as the chain around your neck tightened and he pulled you forwards again, causing you to trip and fall onto the ground straight into a puddle of what smelt rancid.Â
He stood over you, towering now that you were on the ground in front of him, and he looked down on you. You couldnât see the expression on his face, it shadowed from how he stood, but you could feel the power radiating off of him. You swallowed hard once, your jaw clenched as you took in a sharp breath, immediately regretting it from the putrid smell of whatever puddle you laid in.
He took one step forward, his shoes inches away from your face. Instead of green smoke, shadows seemed to encase the both of you and when they disappeared, you were in a new location. Still on the floor, beneath the demon, he took a seat and rested the microphone cane against a console panel. âWelcome to Hell, darling! Youâre about to learn who you made a deal with.â
predator and prey, chapter three (hazbin hotel reader insert
You woke with a groan, your head pounding and your stomach twisting. You hadnât been planning on drinking as much as you did, you had plans for today, but one thing led to another and now you were paying the consequences. When you had first discovered that in Hell, hangovers seemed to have been amplified by at least threefold, you werenât thrilled. It made sense, if you thought about it, to make the consequences for drinking worse than what they wouldâve been on Earth, but you had been hoping for some sort of silver lining. It was Hell, everyone drinks, you were dead already, not like you could get alcohol poisoning.
You grabbed your phone as the insistent alarm kept getting progressively louder. Something you learned while alive you needed to happen otherwise you just would sleep through the alarm. Your eyes were still closed as you instinctively hit the stop button on the alarm on your phone and you turned over, pulling the blanket over your head for just a moment. You really needed to get out of bed, the meeting you had today was an important one, not one you could just postpone.Â
With a long deep sigh you push the blanket off your head and sit up, the world spinning for just a moment from the action. You groaned and covered your eyes as you waited for everything to settle before standing and heading to the small kitchen in your apartment. You were glad that in Hell there was at least a cure for hangovers albeit an expensive one. You grabbed the small vial out of the fridge and drank the entire thing, letting its contents start to work its literal magic on getting rid of your nausea and headache.
The outfit you chose was a simple one. It was nice, lightweight, fit your style while still being considered professional looking. You needed to look slightly intimidating while also looking welcoming and kind. A thin line to balance but one you managed to walk on well. You grabbed a simple jacket and your phone and left the apartment. The beginning of your walk to the location of your meeting was immediately soured as a dead body had been left right outside your door. You grumbled, stepped over the body, and continued down the street, heading towards Carmilla's domain.Â
You were just about to pass a Voxtech store when the TVs all seemed to flicker on at once, drawing in a crowd around you. An annoyed look crossed your face and you went to push past the demons whose attention were glued to the screen as a broadcast from Vox himself appeared on the screen. You looked at the screens, blinked a few times, and then snickered quietly. The stories that Velvette had told you about Vox and Alastor came to mind, and how Vox still seemed completely obsessed with the Radio Demon.
You shook your head, quickly pushing past the crowd of people and freezing as you heard a new voice in the air. Your eyes first instinctively snapped towards the TVs, but even Vox seemed surprised, then you looked at the small radio displayed in a shop window. Alastor finally decided to make his return public, and in a way to embarrass the TV demon it seemed.Â
Radio Demon, TV Demon, Cannibal Demon, you just realized that the Overlords all seemed to have a title relating to what they were, who they were. You hadnât thought about it before, and you werenât entirely sure what type of demon youâd be called. Everyoneâs title was a direct fit to who they were, what they stood for, what would people start calling you once you started to pull in more favors than people would want to fill?Â
Someone calling your name grabbed your attention from the arguing Overlords and the thoughts inside your mind and your head snapped in that direction. Your eyebrows furrowed together in a slight frown as you didnât recognize the demon that had called out to you, that gestured for you to follow them. You debated on following the demon, it could be a trap to try and rob you, to try and kill you, or whatever else the demon thought theyâd be able to get away with, but at the same time, your curiosity wanted you to follow.Â
You checked the time on your phone and saw you had extra time to spare, so you followed the demon down the street, curious on how they knew your name. You were certain you hadnât met them before, they werenât easily recognizable. The Radio Demons broadcast faded into the distance as you turned down an alleyway to follow the stranger. You avoided the puddles of unknown liquids and stopped a few paces away from the shorter demon, your head cocked in interest as you raised an eyebrow as well, waiting for them to speak up.
âI got some information you might be interested in.â The demon started off. Right to the point then.Â
You nodded, straightening your back and posture slightly. A deal then. Usually, they didnât already have something to trade. âAnd in exchange what are you hoping to achieve?â
The demon cleared their throat. âTo get Francis out of his deal.âÂ
Oh. So thatâs where this is heading. âFrancis?â You mused, âFrancis told you about our little deal, did he? Did he also tell you what the fine print said on that deal?âÂ
âFineâŠprint?â The demon frowned at that and shook their head.Â
You took a step forward once. âA part of our little deal, favor for favor transaction, he was to tell no one about who he made his deal with.â
âW-well heâs just- heâs been busy with what youâve asked him to do and-and itâs dangerous, he nearly got caught once already-â The demon tried to explain but you were quick to cut them off.
âAnd if he were to get caught, then that would be dealt with.â Your face remained neutral, though you couldnât help but be slightly excited. This had been the first time someone broke that condition in the deal. Most people were more than willing to keep your name a secret if it meant keeping their soul. âHowever, he broke our deal. That means he's going to keep doing that little task I put him on, and he doesnât have a choice.âÂ
The demon frowned at that and seemed to have put the pieces together in their mind, understanding what you had meant. âWait- fuck- thatâs not what was supposed to happen!â
You give a half hearted shrug, it wasnât your fault. Snitches get stitches, or in this case, you get the snitches soul. âWell,â you started, âI would still very much like that information you were going to give me.â
âFuck you, you bitch, Iâm not telling you shit now!â The demon snapped at you which caused you to smile.Â
âWell, you could tell me willingly, or I could pull in a few favors, find out anyway, and youâd end up someone's chew toy down the line.â You shrugged and grabbed your phone out, not only to check the time but to start pulling up contacts.
It was at the threat that the pathetic demon seemed to hesitate for just a moment, before standing taller, trying to not be intimidated. âFuck. You.â They hissed before turning to run out of the alleyway down the opposite end.Â
You laughed, sent a text to one of the people who owed you a few favors though knew theyâd enjoy the game of cat and mouse, describing the demon you had just encountered, and that you wanted information out of them first before they were killed. Then your phone was placed back into your pocket as you left the alleyway, and started back on the walk to your meeting. You were cutting it close now, but if being acquaintances, friends even, with Velvette taught you anything, people would wait for a certain amount of time.
You entered the small office building and made your way into the room with a simple nod in acknowledgment to the woman sitting at the table. She seemed irritated, you could see that easily by the fur on her body standing up and she huffed. âYou said youâd be here six minutes ago.â
âIâm here now.â You pointed out and took a seat at the small circular table, kicking your feet up on the table as you stared at the woman. She owed you three favors, and she had said she found something that would cover all of them.Â
A head was thrown onto the table, leaving small golden stains as it rolled. Both of your eyebrows raised as you let your legs fall to allow you to lean forward and stare. âWell, this is⊠this is something. Whereâd you find it?â
The woman stared at you, seeming to hold the head of the Exorcist no mind at this point in the conversation. âTwo blocks away from Carmilla's headquarters.âÂ
You tapped your fingers on the table, stood from your seat, and reached to grab the head, looking it over a few times with interest. âAnd the cause of death?â
âUnknown.â The demon answered. âSo, does this suffice? Are my favors completed?â
You lowered the head and looked at her, and nodded, snapping your fingers and making the piece of paper appear before lighting it aflame. âAll favors have been paid, congrats.âÂ
The woman seemed to have a look of relief wash over her face as she quickly moved towards the door. You raised your hand and stopped her. âThat little clause in your deal still stands. You will not tell anyone about me or what you just gave me here, understood? If you do-â
âYou get my soul, yup, got it.â The woman nodded and left once allowed.
You made a small bag appear and you placed the head inside, zipped it, and made your way out of the office building. You tapped your fingers on the closed bag, eyes darting up and down the street once before you turned and headed back towards the center of the city, towards the Vee tower. Step one, have the Overlords turn on one another started to become easier and easier as the day went on. Your fingers grabbed your phone.
You: hey velvy, ready to make a deal yet?Â
You: iâve got something that will definitely be worth your while
You: especially for that secret not so secret meeting tomorrow.
You werenât expecting a response any time soon, as you knew that Velvette would be helping Vox with the aftermath of the little meltdown he had after his âfightâ with Alastor. You still wanted to meet the Radio Demon for yourself, just to be able to get a feel of his personality, of his mannerisms, so youâd be able to make a proper opinion on him yourself. It seemed however that it wouldnât be happening any time soon unless you went back to the Hotel to take that route on your plan. Play pretend, something you could easily do.Â
predator and prey, chapter two (hazbin hotel reader insert)
The trip to the less than three star looking hotel had been a rather uneventful one, which was more than what most people hoped for in a day in Hell. It had just been less than a full twenty four hours since the announcement of the accelerated deadline of the next Extermination and the streets were filled with sinners freaking out and causing chaos, doing every sin possible. That wasnât any different than any other day, but it seemed to even bring out those who seemed to have more self control than others.Â
The hotel itself wasnât inspiring but youâve lived in worse and had friends that lived in worse so you werenât going to complain. Rent was expensive, especially in Hell, and you couldnât imagine the cost for any building to own. Being the princess of Hell seemed to have itâs perks, but even perks had downsides.
You walked up the hill towards the looming hotel, your eyes scanning over the exterior as your head tilted to the side briefly. A ship seemed to have been embedded into the framework of the hotel itself and there was an eyesore of a radio tower hanging off the roof of it, and if you were being honest with yourself, you werenât entirely sure how one entered the radio tower.Â
Stopping at the front door, you took in a sharp breath as you lifted your hand to knock. The sounds of arguing from inside made you hesitate for just a moment, were you supposed to knock? It was a hotel after all, you never knocked on a hotelâs door before when you were living, was it different because it was Hell? Or because it was the Princessâ?Â
Before you could think of the different cultural differences there might be you havenât experienced yet, you walked through the doors, opting out of knocking. You smiled brightly, putting on a perfect customer service persona you learned quickly got you better tips when you served back when you had been alive. âHi!â You said excitedly, giving a small wave.Â
Inside the main area of the room, the lobby you wouldâve called it, stood three people. Two were standing near a couch, both now staring at you in shock, one with excitement speckled in, and the third behind a bar that looked out of place considering the rest of the decor of the interior of the hotel. The blonde raced forwards and pulled your hand into her own, shaking it enthusiastically, a wide smile on her face. You shook back, just as enthuisastically, meeting her energy, best have a good impression.
âHi! Iâm Charlie!â She explained as she let go of your hand, seeming to be vibrating with excitement at your presence within the hotel. She motioned the other to approach, who did and seemed to eye you suspiciously.Â
You in turn say your name and glanced around the lobby once more. âI saw just the brief start of your commercial- didnât really get to see all of it with the interruption of the news. But I figured Iâd come check it out, is that okay?âÂ
Charlie nodded quickly and motioned for you to step further into the lobby, motioning around as she spun, âOf course! This is the Hazbin Hotel! Our goal here is to take sinners and rehabilitate them so they might get a chance at redemption and go to Heaven!âÂ
That certainly was something. A chance at redemption, you hadnât even thought of that as a possibility. Once you realized you were in Hell, you figured that was it, that youâd always be in Hell, unless killed. A chance to go through the pearly gates and maybe see your family again had completely left your mind. You werenât even sure if you wanted to go to Heaven, with your plan and all.Â
It was clear from the look on the others face that it hadnât yet been proven to even actually happen yet, that this whole thing was just a new concept they were attempting. It was noble, to say the least, to try and save the souls who had been condemned for eternity only to be killed again. You still werenât sure what happened when a soul was killed for a second time. Was there a super hell? A second afterlife? Would it really be worse than Hell?Â
Charlie grabbed your attention from your thoughts as she motioned towards the person standing next to her. âThis is Vaggie, and over there is our bartender Husk! This is the parlor where weâll be doing our daily activities to try and reform sinners, everyone will have a room of their own, and somewhere around here is Nifty our house keeper and Alastor is out for the day but heâs usually here as well.â
That caught your attention. Alastor, the Radio Demon, who had been missing for seven years, was here at the hotel meant to redeem souls. So, he wasnât dead then, and seemed to be playing house with the princess of Hell. Perhaps he had a similar idea as you did, get close to the princess in hopes of earning favor with her. You made a low hum, keeping your surprise to yourself. âIâm not entirely sold on the whole redemption thing just yet⊠After all I havenât even been in Hell for a year yet. Thereâs still so much I havenât seen.â You joked, giving a half smile.
At your words you could see Charlie deflate slightly, the excitement and enthusiasm dying down slightly. She however nodded, not intending to try and force you to stay if you didnât want to. She stared at you momentarily before giving another smile, still warm, still welcoming. The princess seemed like a good soul, someone who definitely didnât deserve to be in Hell, cursed to be due to who her parents were.Â
âIâm gonna think about it though. So if Iâm back in a few days, donât be surprised.â You continued as you took a step forwards, grabbing Charlies hand, and shaking it gently.
She returned the gesture, shaking your hand back before letting go. âYes- yes of course! Iâll make sure Nifty gets a room cleaned up fo ryou, just in case. And donât even worry if you decide against it, Iâm sure weâll have more people wanting to be redeemed at any moment.âÂ
You could hear the confidence in her voice, you could see it plastered across her face, her motivation and thrive to redeem those around her, save them, it reminded you of your younger siblings. And the reminder that they were still alive, or at least you hoped they were still alive, up on Earth, having had to go to your funeral, mourn you, caused a grief you hadnât expected to feel. You never even thought about how they might be doing until just then.Â
âRight-â You cleared your throat to ensure it didnât crack at the sudden wave of emotions hitting her chest, the hurt wrapping around your heart. âWell, good to hear Iâll have a room! Hoping for little chocolate mints on my pillow and free shampoos.â Joking was a good coping mechanism and defense mechanism. Distracting from yourself and keeping the mood lighthearted.Â
âI do have to go though, thank you for talking with me and telling me about the hotel though!â You waved as you turned quickly to leave the hotel, not giving the residents a chance to respond to your departure. You needed to be alone, you dealt with your emotions best alone. That didnât change just because you were dead and in Hell.Â
The journey home was one that you barely could remember, too stuck in your thoughts to pay any attention to your environment around you. That would normally have been incredibly dangerous, to walk down the streets of Hell without any perception of what was going on around you, but even demons who had half a mind seemed to see that bothering you in that moment wouldnât end well for them.Â
The first time in just under a year you felt homesick. The first time in just under a year you missed your little siblings. You missed your friends, your pets, fuck, you missed your pets. They wouldnât have even understood the reason you never came home that night. They wouldâve thought you just abandoned them- that you didnât want them anymore. You hoped beyond hope that your roommates, your parents, someone took them in.Â
You made it to your small apartment, that just this morning you wouldâve called home, but now it felt empty and cold. You stared from the doorway, imagining how things couldâve been different, how you could still be alive, what you could be doing if you were still alive. It was a good thing you didnât have this spiral when you first arrived in Hell, who knows what mightâve happened.Â
A text tone snapped you out of your stupor and you glanced down at the phone in your hands, the screen brightness burning your eyes in contrast to your dark apartment. It was from Velvette but your brain wasnât processing what she had sent. You blinked a few times as your eyes narrowed, seeing a picture of Valentino seemingly having a full blown meltdown over something, the picture capturing a moment of mid throwing some poor soul across the room.Â
You: hate him. Want to grab a drink?
Getting out of your dark lonely apartment seemed like a good idea, and being alone seemed better. You enjoyed hanging out with Velvette but knew that with her busy schedule of being apart of the Vs and an overlord it was rare for just the two of you to hang out. Especially since your friendship was still hidden from the other Vs, and Vox seemed to have cameras everywhere.Â
Velvy: got an hour left here in the studio
Velvy: meet at HornPub?
You: be there
You turned, opened the door, and stepped out back onto the streets of Hell, heading down to the small bar that was uncreatively named. A drink or ten was exactly what you needed to get your mind off of the what ifs and hypotheticals. You knew you were going an hour early, two hours as you knew Velvette had the habit of running late, but you figured youâd get a headstart and maybe pull in a few deals, gain a few more favors owed while waiting and drinking. And, who better than to vent to than the bartender. It was like therapy but you could get drunk at the same time.
It had been just under a year since you died and ended up in Hell. It was a shock, at first, how could it not have been. You didnât think Hell existed in the first place and yet you had woken up in a dark alleyway with the sky above a dark shade of red. The ground underneath you was wet in a liquid that reeked and there was trash of all kinds scattered above from beer bottles, empty chip bags, used needles, bags with unknown substances in it, and even gun shells.Â
It hadnât been the red sky or the putrid smell of sulfur that made you realize where you were, it wasnât even how you felt *different*. It took you stumbling out of the alleyway like a drunk, stumbling onto the street and seeing the residents of your new afterlife. They werenât human, none of them were. Even the *human* looking ones had something fucked up going on with them. Horns, long claws, some were tiny while others towered over everyone. It was Hell, you came to realize, but Hell seemed scarily familiar to what you had just left.Â
What got you into Hell took a few days figuring out. You werenât exactly a *good* person, but you hadnât been *evil* either. You had been a drug user, dabbling in harder substances at parties but never an active user other than weed. You drank, more than youâd like to admit, it was easier to drink and hide everything than it was to face lifes never ending problems. You participated in corporate greed but only because it was forced upon you, if you didnât youâd been homeless and dead sooner. Then there had been the kleptomania you had. It came in spurts. Youâd steal things, sometimes without even thinking about it, other times itâd be purposeful. Sometimes youâd go months, even years without an incident. Perhaps you couldâve been less selfish, maybe less prideful, had less anger issues, but that was just part of being human, right?
The crimes seemed to stack against you, the more you thought about it. On top of not believing in God, you nearly checked every sin box there was and had your fair share of regrets. However instead of wallowing in self pity for ending up out of the frying pan and into the fires below, you decided to take this as a second chance. After all, as you had noticed quickly, Hell wasnât all that different from the worst cities up on Earth anyway.Â
Getting to understand the hierarchy of Hell took all but one day to understand. After attempting to get a phone for yourself to keep up with everything, and because you could barely live without your phone when you were alive, souls seemed to have been one of the main forms currency. You didnât make any deals, at least having that much of an understanding on how fucked youâd be if you did for something as simple as a phone. So instead, you stole a phone. What were they going to do if they caught you? Kill you? You were already dead, could you become dead times two? Dead squared?Â
It was in your second month of being in Hell that you understood who was considered an Overlord and who was a demon with just a handful of souls. There had been the TV demon that seemed to own every technological aspect of Hell, Vox. Everyone seemed to have been influenced by him or his colleagues in some way, the other Vs, other Overlords, as it was put. After the first broadcast you had witnessed, you quickly searched the Hell internet, hellternet, for any sort of VPN or antivirus program. You had a VPN back when you were alive, might as well have one now too, it might even be more important in Hell.
There was Carmilla, the arms dealer, who youâd her daughters briefly once. Rosie, another Overlord, a cannibal and leader of the accurately named Cannibal Town. Then there was Zestial, one of the oldest beings in Hell, according to everyone you had asked about. The Radio Demon, Alastor, was one to be weary of, youâve heard the rumors of how quickly he became an Overlord, or more specifically *how*. Then a few more others that hadnât made a big impression when hearing their stories.Â
It was in month three that you finally decided what you were going to do with your afterlife. Every sinner, or denizens as Hells occupants were called, were terrified of Overlords and overstepping. It was the power that could be felt radiating off of anyone who held more than just a couple souls, and those who started to gain some traction seemed to always be stopped. Like the Overlords who controlled Pride Ring wanted to keep their circle as small as possible.Â
You were going to break the system.
You were going to cause as much chaos for the Overlords as possible.
And you were going to do this without anyone knowing until it was too late to stop.
Two weeks after that you had made your first deal. Not for a soul of the other participant of the deal, but for a favor. Any favor to be redeemed whenever you saw fit. The demon, down on their luck and high out of their mind had been more than happy to make the deal. The catch you put in there was, the demon wouldnât be able to say *who* they made a deal with, or what that deal entailed. If they did, then youâd own their soul. If they refused to repay the favor, youâd own their soul.Â
Three days later and another deal was struck, with the same fine print. A favor for a favor. Favors were everything, after all. And another deal just a day after that. And soon you had over two dozen deals by the end of the week, but no power as you owned no souls. So no one would even give you a second glance.
At five months you started to turn in a few favors, gaining a meeting with one of the Vs. Velvette to be more specific, as you figured sheâd be easier to talk to and come to an understanding than the other Overlords. You and her werenât that far apart in age, and you both knew the importance of how influencers truly ran the world, or rather Hell. You had dressed up, almost like you had been going to an interview, and had been glad you barely posted on any of the social medias that were run by Voxtech. It meant there was less that Velvette would be able to learn about you than what you had learned about her.Â
Velvette had made you wait twenty minutes over the agreed upon meeting time, but you had dealt with dozens of horrible interviews and managers that you easily sat in the office unaffected by the delay. It was a tactic of hoping to get the other to leave in annoyance or defeat, or get them frustrated to the point of being able to end the interview or meeting early. Good thing you knew these tricks already. So when the youngest Overlord walked into the room talking on the phone, you stayed seated, making no move to interrupt her.Â
âMake this quick, Iâve got a show to put on in twenty minutes.â Her voice was snappy, filled with disinterest, and she sat herself down in one of the chairs around the large table. Her eyes never left her phone as her fingers typed away, not giving any attention towards you.
You give a cocked eyebrow before nodding, standing now, just to stretch. âRight, well, Iâll make this quicker than a Voxtok video.â You started and the meeting lasted four minutes and ended with the exchange of numbers, gaining Velvettes personal phone number and an invite to a night out for drinks.
 What had been said in that meeting was kept a secret, and those who tried to eavesdrop for Vox, as Velvette had pointed out might happen, had been quickly killed by the Overlord.Â
Month ten was when the Extermination happened. Your first time experiencing the slaughter of sinners from the Exorcists. Velvette invited you to stay with her and the Vs during the slaughter, but you declined offer, not one to be indebted to someone. You instead took chance of staying in your own little apartment, which you had upgraded some during your brief time in Hell, thanks to the favors those owed you.Â
After the Extermination, it had been an amazing playing field for deals. By the end of the week you had nearly doubled the favors people owed you, some demons coming back and now owed more than one favor. You could now spend favors and still be having an influx of them, so you used them to gain information on all the Overlords. As much as you possibly could. The two hardest Overlords to get information on were Zelestial and Alastor, who seemed to have been missing for seven years now.Â
A text appeared on your phone, pulling you out of thought as you sipped the steaming coffee from the mug. Your eyes scanned over the text, eyebrows furrowing slightly, before you grabbed the remote to the TV you had bought yourself. You knew that Vox could at any point use the device against you, but you had given him no reason to. You were a nobody after all, or thatâs at least what he thought. With a click of a button, the TV flickered on and showed a broadcasted commercial briefly showing a Hotel before it was interrupted by the news. The next Extermination would be happening six months sooner. And chaos erupted outside on the streets.Â
Velvy: There was a meeting today between the Princess and Heaven
Velvy: My bets is the royal brat pissed off HeavenÂ
Velvy: That commercial wasnât even good. Donât know how they managed to get it on the network without Vox knowing.
The texts came in quick and you read them over. So the Hotel had been the Princessâ project then? Perhaps meeting with the Princess of Hell now wouldnât be a bad idea, perhaps you could give your input on the whole thing, maybe get on the royals good side even.Â
You: Iâll figure it out.Â
And with those words, you made plans to take a trip to the outskirts of the city to the hotel and see what the Princess had been doing.
They really gotta stop casting hot middle-aged actors as villains in live-action adaptations... I can only go through this "if evil, why hot" moral conundrum so many times before it becomes a problem.
I am so excited too that they did this for david tennant. Like tennant is the doctor. Like heâs the alaska thunderfuck of doctor who. He lives and breathes it. Heâs superfan patient zero. Heâs earned this i am so happy for him
no but you do not understand we collectively spent YEARS heartbroken over donna! and doctor never ever got over losing her! and now they are together, and they have chosen each other for family, and donna's family has warmth enough for him, and they are happy and having dinners, and 14th is casually sneaking his niece away on adventure while making sure not to tell donna because she would obliterate him and IT'S OKAY THEY'RE CHOSEN SIBLINGS IT'S WHAT THEY FUCKING DO.
listen. LISTEN.
donna's every day was taken away from her.
the doctor has been running every day ever since.
and now they get to spend time together. not a brief trip in a tardis. not a reunion before parting forever. but every. day. every day, one after the other. and they are finally home.
how Iâm sleeping tonight knowing 14 is living his best retired life with the Nobles, healing from trauma, allowing himself to be happy and getting the family he always wanted
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