#hell's taxi

[that1foxagain]

l love gregory horror show!! Your artstyle looks marvelously cartoony!! I watched this for first time on back in 2022 and l was 19.

Thank you!! I'm glad you like the way I draw!

Take a little Hell's Taxi doodle. I think also my favorite character from GHS!

[ghostmanred]

spooky mouse house doodles

[itsthevioletqueen]

While the apk file doesn’t have the models on it, it has the textures of the new start screens and other things, so here’s some new phone wallpapers for you guys.

(Catherine’s Hospital and Lost Qualia Room in the “Keep reading”)

[goldenjudgement]

What would be some pet peeves the guys would have?

Gregory: The kids that are always on their phones, parents who let their kids scream and carry on and they don’t do anything about it, people who think that their kids are just the cutest and can do no wrong and when the other guests make a mess after he has just finished cleaning. He also hates it when you go and move his XXX magazines and then he can’t find them

Cactus Gunman: When you hold the door open for someone and then they don’t say “thank you” in return, not stopping and looking both ways before you cross the street and people who are devastated by a breakup and the next day they are in a new relationship

Death: Being late/not being punctual, talking over another person while they are talking, not respecting an authority figure and back talking 

Hell’s Chef: Leaving dirty dishes in the sink when the dishwasher is empty and can be used, leaving the fridge door open for too long when looking for something to eat, loud chewing/not closing your mouth to chew, putting a carton of juice back in the fridge when there is only a drop left and those damn vape pens

Hell’s Taxi: Leaving trash in the backseat, when you let the one car out in front of you and then they don’t wave thank you/when you let the one car out in front of you and then all the other cars try to go as well, when another car pulls up next to you in traffic and their music is so loud you can hear it clearly, people who throw trash out their windows/flicking their cigarette butts out the window, people who can’t park properly/people attempting to back into a parking spot and turning the bass all the way up so the car shakes

Judgement Boy/Judgement Boy Gold: Interrupting him during his judgement/monologue, being passive-aggressive, not owning up to your mistakes and not hitting the right note while singing/purposely singing badly

Neko Zombie: People who walk to slow, people who mess with the thermostat, waking up a minute before the alarm clock goes off and when the sunlight creeps in through the window blinds in the morning

Dr. Fritz: Watching Catherine flirt with patients instead of doing her job, people who don’t cover their mouth when they sneeze, when the patient diagnoses themselves with internet information and the amount of paperwork/patient files

TV Fish: Too many commercials/the commercials are louder than the actual show you’re watching, nothing good on to watch and people who constantly flip the channels and can’t leave one show on for more than one second

Clock Master: When parents don’t teach their children proper manners/respect other adults, when a light is left on in a room that isn’t being used, when the water is left running and when someone stands too close to you in line

[moonwaterart]

How about general headcanons for....Hell's Taxi and Public Phone?

Hell’s Taxi:

Has a human form people call ‘Kooper’

Loves the bands ‘Boston’ and ‘Queen’ and always has them playing.

He only pretends to only know where Gregory House is. He also knows how to get to other places too, but that’ll cost ya.

Is actually a demon that’s been in purgatory for a long long time.

Loves the Boston Red Socks

He’s a very nice guy and is a great listener.

Public Phone:

A total douche nozzle.

He was a con-artist back in 1990.

He was the last guest before Salaryman came to the hotel.

27 years old.

Is secretly hoarding $600 dollars in that news stand of his.

When he gets scared, the little door on his front opens and a bunch of change falls out.

Afraid of the dark.

[rocksinmuffin]

I love HC, too. But personally I prefer Judgment Boy. Would you ever write stuff for the show?

I would!

Actually, a couple years back, I had started writing a reader-insert story that never really went anywhere, as most of my projects tend to do.  The majority of what I have are just random bits of disjointed dialogue that had the potential to be different scenes with various characters.  I did, however, manage to write what would have been the reader’s first night at Gregory House.  

And, hey, now’s as good as time as any to share it.  It’s a tad long so I’ll stick it under a read more for anyone who’s interested. :)

“Hey, wake up.  We’re almost there.”

Your eyes flutter open at the unfamiliar voice, eyelids still heavy from sleep.  You look to your left and see a blur of trees passing by a nighttime landscape.  It takes your sleep-weary mind a moment to realize you’re sitting in the backseat of a taxi cab.  You rub your eyes as you yawn.

“You were catching some serious Z’s back there,” the voice of the driver sounds from up front.  “Sleeping like the dead.  Almost didn’t want to wake you; you clearly needed it.”

You shift in your seat, sitting up straight to try and get a good look at the driver through the rearview mirror.  You have no such look.  It’s too dark to see much of anything.

“No worries, though,” he continues.  “Gregory House will set you up with a room.  Then you can get all the rest you need.”

Is that where you’re headed?  Gregory House?  The name sounds unfamiliar and you can’t remember ever making the conscious decision to go to such a place, but something about the idea feels… not right, per se, but it feels like it’s what you have to do.

The cab stops just outside of an old manor. It’s the kind of house you’d expect to see featured on an episode of Scooby Doo.  It’s creepy and uninviting and yet you still feel inexplicitly drawn to it.

You open the cab door and step out of the taxi with nothing but the clothes on your back.  You have no luggage with you, but you’re not worried.  Somehow, you know you won’t need it.  You reach into your pockets for cab fare but realize you have no cash on hand.

Your distress must show on your face because the driver chuckles at you.  “Don’t worry about it,” he assures you.  “Your ride’s already been paid for in full.”

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, you thank the cabbie and nod your head in his direction before turning away to face the manor.  You take a few steps towards the house, but before you can reach the porch, the driver calls out to you.

“Hey, kid!  Word of advice…” his voice trails.

You turn back to the cab.  You still can’t see the driver.

“Rest your body when it needs it, but try not to sleep your whole life away.  If you’re too busy dreaming you’ll miss out on living.”

You’re not sure if you appreciate the taxi driver’s unwarranted advice, but you nod your head in acknowledgement all the same. His intentions seem good, if not the advice itself.

“Good luck!” he shouts.  You wonder what luck has to do with anything but you don’t get a chance to ask. With a screech of tires and a rustling cloud of dust, the taxi cab is soon out of sight.

You turn back to the house and climb up the porch steps.  As you lift your hand to knock at the front door, it opens wide with an eerie creak. With nowhere to go but forward, you step through the threshold.

You almost scream when the door slams shut behind you.  You do scream, however, when you catch sight of the giant rat sitting behind the welcome desk.

“Ah, welcome, my dear,” it—or, rather, he—greets you, voice soft and pleasant and not at all phased by your outburst.  “We’ve been expecting you.  Come in, come in.”

You blink, then take a slow step backward. Then another.  The only reason you don’t take a third step is because your back is already pressed to the door.

“Now, now, dear.  No need to be shy.”  The rat stares at you coyly with crossed eyes.  “This is your home now, after all.”

You eye the rat warily, staying firmly in place.

He frowns.  “Oh dear, but you are a stubborn one, aren’t you?  Are you always so distrustful of people, or are you only like this with strangers?”

You remain silent, not really sure how to respond.

“Ah, speaking of strangers, I’ve yet to introduce myself.  Please forgive my rudeness.”  The old rat steps out from behind the desk, feet softly shuffling along the floorboards. He stops in front of you and ducks his head in a shallow bow.  “My name is Gregory and I am but the humble landlord here at Gregory House.  If you ever need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask for me.”

He offers you a crooked smile.  It unsettles you, but you return it with a practiced smile of your own, if only for the sake of being polite.  Civility is important even when you find yourself so far away from civilization.  You feel your lips twitch and your eyes water as you fail to hold back a yawn.

“Oh my!  You must be all tuckered out from your trip and here I am flapping my gums.” He holds his arm out to you. “Allow me to show you to your room.”

You don’t take his hand, but you do shorten the distance between the two of you.  You’re just so very tired and the promise of a bed is much too tempting for you to resist.  Gregory shuffles along through an arched hallway leading towards a staircase and you follow in step close behind him.

The stairs go up an impossibly long distance. Your legs and back ache with every step you climb.  Your body is weak and exhausted but you manage to make it to the top; you’re a panting mess but you make it.

“Are you alright, my dear?”  He snickers.  “Looks like someone needs to work on their cardio.”

You’d narrow your eyes if you weren’t too busy trying to catch your breath.  It’s embarrassing to think that this old rat has more stamina than you do.

“No worries, my dear.  We’re already here.”

When he opens the door to the quaint living space, you head straight for the bed.  You lean back on it with a sigh, eyelids already beginning to weigh down with drowsiness.  You almost forget about Gregory until his dry chuckle interrupts your calm.

“My, you really are tired, aren’t you?”

You nod your head and open your mouth to answer but all that comes out is another yawn.

“Then I’ll let you be for now.  There will be plenty of time for us to chat after you’ve had some time to rest.”  He steps out of the room and the door’s hinges quietly creak as he closes the door. Just before it clicks shut, he stops, opening the door back an inch to peek his head into the room.  “Now, do be careful, my dear.  If you sleep for too long, you might never wake up.”

He laughs softly to himself as he draws back and finally shuts the door.  You don’t find his joke very funny, but you resign yourself to ignoring it for now.  He’s given you a room, after all, and you don’t want to seem ungrateful.  The rat gives you an uneasy feeling, but you’re too exhausted to think clearly. You’ll deal with it in the morning.

When you dream, you dream of Death.

It’s nothing unpleasant; just you and the Grim Reaper having an impromptu staring contest.  Death has no eyelids—or eyes, for that matter—so it’s no surprise when he wins.  You blink again.  Even when you’re asleep you have difficulty keeping your eyes open.

Death waves his scythe and tilts his head and he might be speaking to you but you can’t be sure.  White noise pollutes your ears with the sound of shifting gears and Death has no lips for you to read.

The mechanical whirring grows louder and louder, pounding against your eardrum to the pulsing beat of your heart.

When you open your eyes, you’re lying back in bed. Death is gone but the noise stays with you.  It stage-whispers inside your skull; you can almost make out words but they’re muffled and unclear like radio interference.

It takes you a moment to realize the source of the sound is not inside your head, but coming from outside your door and down the hallway.  You don’t want to leave the comfort of your bed but you can’t sleep with this noise. With great difficulty, you pull yourself to your feet, stumbling in the dark towards the door.

The sound grows louder and you hear the beginnings of a voice singing along with the whir of heavy machinery.  You spy through the keyhole and see nothing. Still, the noise grows in volume. Curiosity burns and, against your better judgment, you open the door.

To your left, you see nothing.  To your right, you see something approaching from the darkness of the hallway. Whatever it is, it draws nearer, and the mechanical whirring is so loud it makes your teeth shake but you can finally make out the words of its song.

“Do you know who I am?  They call me JudgmentBoy!”  It repeats these lines over and over again as it continues along the rail installed along the ceilings.  So it’s some kind of robot?  And a singing robot at that.  Charming, you suppose, though perhaps you’d be more charmed by the novelty of it if it weren’t singing in the dead of night.

It’s so absorbed in its song that it almost passes you by.  A foot past your doorway and it halts, backing up until it’s in front of your door and rotating its body until it’s fully facing you.  You finally get a good look at the strange thing; orange face, body draped in yellow and purple, blonde bangs peeking out from beneath its cap. A spherical weight hangs down from where its legs should be like a ball and chain and golden cages hang from what should be its arms.  In one cage is a heart; the other, a golden dollar sign.

“Do you know who I am?  They call me Judgment Boy!” it sings again, then narrows its eyes as it looks you over.  You don’t care for the toothy smile it flashes you.  “You’re in-between jobs, trying to start a career for yourself. You get two job offers.  The first job is something you won’t enjoy but pays well. The second job is for something you love but you would be unable to support yourself on that job alone. Which will you choose?”

You tilt your head to the side.  The scenario unexpectedly posed to you manages to surprise you out of your grumpiness.

You don’t think about it for too long.  The answer seems obvious enough; do what you love. Because what’s the point of a paycheck if you get no sense of fulfillment?

Judgment Boy must see your answer in your eyes. It sneers, lips curling upwards to show off a jagged set of teeth.  “You say that you’ll pick the job you know you’ll love, but what does your heart say?  JUDGMENT!”

It spins its body like a top, the cages on the ends of its limbs mercy to the centrifugal force generated by its body.  Eventually, the bottom of the cage holding the heart drops off, causing the delicate thing to smash into the ground and shatter.

Judgment Boy looks at the pieces of the broken heart, then back to you, sneer still in place.  “You take the job that pays better, doing the minimum amount of work to get by.  You fall into a state of contentment, daydreaming of what could have been but never looking for anything better for fear of losing the financial stability you’ve come to depend upon.  That’s your choice.  Now you have to live with it.”

It offers you one last sneer before continuing along its rail, singing its song as if nothing happened.

You look down at the pieces of broken heart still scattered along the floor.  You consider picking it up but decide against it.  You’re in no state of mind to deal with this mess.  With the noise finally out of your range of hearing, you shut the door and trudge back to bed, burying yourself beneath the covers as you close your eyes.

You sleep like the dead.  If you dream again that night, you have no recollection of it.

[goldenjudgement]

hc: hell's taxi, poor conductor and judgement boy/judgement boy gold all get together and do carpool karaoke

GOD YES, I NEED THIS TO BE A THING

[goldenjudgement]

Since Halloween is almost upon us, what horror movies do you think the guys would watch?

I apologize for not answering this on Halloween, I’ve been so busy with this semester, anyways enough of that…

Gregory: Likes some really old cheesy horror flick like Trolls 2 or maybe something more refined yet still retro like Psycho or The Shining

Cactus Gunman: He like old westerns more than horror movies, some movie options may be The Burrowers or Curse of the Undead

Hell’s Chef: Silence of the Lambs or The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Hell’s Taxi: Horror movies about cars is just a must, so Christine or Duel

Death: Scream or The Amityville Horror

Neko Zombie: Isn’t too big on horror movies but like the animal aspects in any movie, so he’ll like An American Werewolf in London or Pet Secretary

Judgement Boy/Judgement Boy Gold: They usually all get together and watch stuff, regardless of what it may be. Some horror movies they might enjoy are Jacob’s Ladder, Se7en or Old Boy. Gold really enjoys American Psycho. You could throw in Rocky Picture Horror Show but everyone likes that

Dr. Fritz: Anything having to deal with science/medicine or even a bit of body horror thrown in, so he’d probably watch Frankenstein, The Fly, Re-Animator, The Thing or Infection (Kansen)

Tv Fish: Videodrome

If there is a boy I left out, feel free to leave another ask