A/N: I once again apologize for not having updated. Perhaps this tiny bit of writing might help you see what i feel sometimes.
If you have any suggestions for the story, then do not feel afraid to say so :) I love hearing what you all think, despite my short answers on your comments, please know that i very much take time to see if i can make all my answers unique to your comment :) (ps, note that this is meant as an apology for both The new demon and the puppeteer)
You took a breath in, feeling the air fill your lungs, felt it stream in your body. You let the breath out, once again feeling your lungs as they lessened in volume. The air was fresh, as fresh as It could be you supposed, it made you think how every place had a different air, how even the smallest actions could change it, how curious.
You blinked, your thoughts dispersed as you took in the screen of your phone in front of you, the words of the story you were reading shining in your eyes with the illuminated screen. That was right, you were reading a story, how could you have forgotten. Yours eyes lifted as you looked around, you were in your room, sitting on your bed, the time had flown by as you could see the orange light of the sky coming from your window.
A yell of your name came from downstairs, it was time to eat, had you really been here for so long? Had you really been sitting the whole time, reading and drowning yourself in a world that was not your reality?
You yelled back that you were coming, you didnât feel particularly hungry. How odd.
You finally stood up and made way to the door of your bedroom. The air on the other side of the door felt cooler you noticed.
Your hand reached for the doorhandle downstairs before it stopped, you blinked a few times.
How had you gotten here? Â You tried to think back and yet all you could remember was the feeling that you were held captive by your thoughts as you had come downstairs as you could not remember even stepping down a single step.
You tried to shake of the thought, it didnât matter and you were fine. You, were, fine.
You finished dinner and went back upstairs after bidding goodnight to your parents even if you all knew you wouldnât be sleeping for the next few hours.
Perhaps writing would help? It did always help you to write what you felt, knowing you wouldnât tell a single soul, no matter how close they were. You had done so once, they had forgotten about it the same day. It didnât matter though, it was fine. You were always happier alone.
Was it happiness though?
Opening your older laptop felt familiar, you hadnât done so in a while. Guilt slithered itâs claws around your neck as it loomed over you. It was fine.
It didnât even take a minute or you were writing. Perhaps this was good. Yes, this was good.
You didnât have to remember those messages, left unread on your phone. It was far too late to answer them. It has been days for some and weeks for others, they wouldnât appreciate such a late answer right? Not matter the excuses. If you even had any. Perhaps it was better this way.
You ignored the pressure on your chest and the tightening of the claws around your neck.
Ignored the suffocating feeling of self-doubt and anger as it made your arms feel like lead and your thoughts as harsh as a storm. You were fine. It was always fine.
You looked back at your writing. You noticed you were nearly at the end of the page. How funny.
Perhaps you could do something.
Something that was not ignoring reality as you let the stories of other lives envelop your mind, no matter how painful the wake up would be, you knew you could handle it. Perhaps. It was fine.
Felt evil, had to write :) Sorry for the lack of updates but it seems everything is going either alright or simply downhill. Anyway, I hope you Angels are taking care of yourselves! Please enjoy this tiny thing that I came up with, might be canon ;)
I tried to make this as Gender neutral as I could, Iâve been thinking of editing the main story to do this as well because I know some of you might not identify as only female and I wanted to respect that, I really want you guys to feel accepted here you know.
Also, Iâve been distracting myself by playing some Minecraft, so if you wanna be friends then feel free to send a PM đ I love interacting with you guys! I have also been thinking of streaming someday, while not necessarily games but my writing, Iâve even made a name! Monthly Reader Appreciation Stream! So we can interact and I could talk how I do some things! If you think itâs a good idea, feel free to say so.
- T.S
Filmag â songs that make you feel like youâre the villain
REBBEL â songs that make you feel like a villain
If you guys wanna feel evil as well
TW: Description of murder, death and suggestive themes.
You took a deep breath, what a beautiful day outside.
It had recently stopped raining and the sun was shining through the passing clouds, rays covering the ground in a glow of gold.
Smiles were on the faces of the people around you, children were giggling as they played with each other, their pudgy faces scrunching up and eyes closing. Oh, such innocence.
You loved it all.
Youâd hate to see it fade.
Wouldnât you?
You looked down to your hands, perhaps you shouldâve cleaned them better, there was still some red around and under your nails. With your hands shoved in your pockets and furrowed brows you continued walking across the sidewalk towards your own home.
Once you got home you saw your pitiful excuse of a neighbour speaking to a very young and uncomfortable feminine person, he had them pressed to his door, his face nearly touching theirs.
The person saw you walking up to your house and looked you straight in the eyes, pleading for you to help them escape. As you looked right back at them, the only thing you did was give a sorry smile as you waved a goodbye to them, they looked so betrayed
As you unlocked your door you heard your neighbour push his victim inside his own house, the only thing the person could do was letting out a gasp before the door closed once again. A thud followed and the lock clicked.
And you walked inside your own home.
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It was a beautiful day outside you thought as you saw the sun lowering in the distance though you couldâve done without the noise from a while ago. He was never silent was he?
âHm, maybe today is the day, heâs really been getting on my nerves lately.â You said as you stood up from your seat in front of the television and walked to the back of the house.
With confident strides you walked to the little shed at the complete back of the garden and took out your special set of keys, unlocked the three locks on the door before entering and closing it as fast as you could behind you.
As you flicked the switch the hanging lightbulb shone itâs light on the many objects you had inside, you black gloves were laying properly in the middle of your workbench, traps were leaning on the side of the walls and knives were hanging by size in front of you, going from razor sharp to blunt, depending on what mood you were in.
Your eyes went side to side, searching for the perfect things to use as you put your hair in such a way that no strands would be able to found anywhere.
You grabbed your gloves and put them on over your sleeves before taking a knife you bought in the convenience store quite some time ago, it was very cheap and used by a lot of families, you even remember your mother using it on your birthday to cut the cake.
Once you were finished you walked back out and locked everything up, going back inside your house and sitting on the couch, waiting to hear the car next door to start. As if on cue you heard your neighbour exiting his house and going to his car, starting it up and leaving for what you were quite sure was the bar.
That was your moment to get ready, you dressed in what could be deemed as âsexyâ by the standards of your neighbour.
With a confident smile you looked in the mirror as you thought about the silence you would experience after today.
You decided to go by foot as you didnât want your car to be seen anywhere near the bar, through your phone you set a few timers for the lights in your house, just in case.
It took a while but you managed to get to the bar, it was already dark and you were very sure that your neighbour was either tipsy at minimum or just drunk.
As you took a deep breath you opened up the door leading to you next victim.
Straight away you headed to the bar while swaying a bit as if you already had a few drinks up, once you got the actual bar and bartender you ordered a drink.
It took about 2 minutes before you could feel eyes looking you up and down, it wasnât a question of whoâs they were. Your suspicions were confirmed as you looked of to the side and saw the man you were looking for staring right at you, sitting by a table.
You took your drink in hand and stared right back as you took a sip, you made sure to have your lips pout a slight bit as you took them of the rim of the glass before licking them as sensually as you could, still looking right back at him.
Hook, line and sinker.
He was smitten and he didnât even recognize you, the fool.
He curled his finger in the come hither motion, you feigned shyness as you looked away with half lidden eyes before biting your lip, looking back at him and walking slowly towards him.
He seemed very excited from what you could see.
âHi.â
His smile widened as he heard you speak to him, you hated it, you hated all of it.
âHello pretty, how you doinâ today?â
With fluttering eyes you looked at him, swaying a bit side to side to make it even more obvious that you were âtipsyâ.
âIâm doing good handsome, how about you?â He chuckled at your reply and patted his thigh, obviously asking for you to sit there.
Deciding to be risky you sat down, each leg at the other side of his and your hand without the drink wrapping loosely around his shoulder and your hand scraping the back of his head.
He was truly weak for you, you thought absolutely disgusted.
âIâm doinâ way better now that Iâve got you sitting right here.â He emphasized his last words by moving the leg you were on upwards and by putting his hands on your waist.
You couldnât wait until you were about to get out of here but despite that you laughed a bit and drunk the rest of your drink before putting it on the table beside you. It was the perfect time.
Your other arm wrapped itself around his other shoulder as you leaning in closer to his ear, making sure to have your lips caress as you spoke.
âYou wanna feel even better? I know some things I know youâd enjoy.â
His hands tightened for a moment and his breath went shaky for a second as he took in your words.
âIâd love to see what you can do.â
Standing up you took his hand in yours and led him outside of the building to an alleyway nearby that was shrouded in darkness but still light enough to enough to enjoy yourself from the wonderous sight you knew youâd see soon.
He pinned you against the wall and buried his face in your neck, once you noticed that he was too far gone you took the knife you had hidden in the back of your pants, which was hidden by the jacket you wore.
âWanna see what I can do?â
He groaned out something that sounded like a yes before he gasped loudly.
Your knife was stuck in the right side of his body, just where you knew where the liver was located.
âDo you like it? I know I do.â
He looked in your eyes as you took the knife out, his hands shakily went to the point of entry as blood started to pool on his clothing.
âOops.â
With a smile you pushed against his shoulder to make more room before stabbing once again, this time aiming for the lungs, you didnât want to wait too long.
Elated you watched as the knife went right through, you heartbeat sped up as you couldnât help yourself to push a little harder on the handle.
He whimpered, his brain not yet having caught up on what you had done. Not yet ready to see the end.
His legs gave out beneath him and he fell flat on his ass, frightened he tried to shuffle behind before he bumped against the wall.
âYou know, youâre really loud, why are you so silent now? Donât you like this? Your other dates didnât seem to like what you did to them, sometimes I feel bad you know, but, not really.â
You laughed as you squatted down so you could properly look him in the eyes as the red pools of blood got bigger and covered his hands, the light in his eyes was already failing as he started coughing. His eyes widened as he saw and tasted the blood coming from his mouth.
He just kept coughing, gurgling as he tried to speak but the only things that came out were wheezes before he coughed again.
âDonât worry, you also werenât the only one.â
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Firstly I would like to wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year :)
Second, i apologize for the lack of updates on the stories, I'm trying my best to complete the next chapters on both of them!
Bye my angels!
~T.S, the author that doesn't update for far too long
As an apology I decided to take a line from the story and write the answers to it from the comments in tiny scenarios. I really liked the answer on this line so⌠haha, I even wrote that in the comments!
Note! These comments are from wattpad! Should anyone wish to do this to they could write to my tumblr, AO3 or quotev. (Iâm also thinking of making a discord serverâŚwould that be fun?)
I am thinking on making this a tiny thing to do, what do you guys think? If I have no inspiration I could do this! Oh, it really seems like fun! Itâs like a tiny challenge!
If you do like it, what sentence from the story would you choose? And what would your answer be? Iâll look at the comments and  personal answers and if theyâre funny I might do that one!
Chapter 6: eyes that hide, sentence: âSo, what is it that you excel in darling?â
- Scenario 1, comment from @Naganak0
âSo, what do you excel in Darling?â
You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for what you were going to say.
"I don't know. For fun, maybe. Since the world is so hopelessly boring that it makes me want to die. Well, I might travel world to world to find something interesting. So yeah. Yes, I talk too long for this and I don't know what I'm talking about now. This makes no sense, I said no sense. I'm going to leave now."
Alastor looked at you with a frozen smile, probably not quite sure how to react to whatever it was that came out of you mouth. With your lips pressed in a tight line you eyes shifted to the left and the right, there was now only one thing you could do.
âAh, that truly is quite interesting dear, what abo-â
As hard as you could you yeeted yourself all the way to another reality.
- Scenario 2, comment from @M6027081 Â
âSo, what do you excel in Darling?â
With the biggest shit eating grin you prepared yourself for the words that would certainly bring you to unimaginable pain, yes, you were quite sure that this could only end in death.
âYour momâ
The silence was ironically deafening, no one dared to even breath as they looked at where you were with gigantic eyes, Not even the dust flew around.
Radio cracking could be heard as it got louder, a shadow came over your figure, creaking from growing antlers pierced the air.
âApOloGiEs dEaR, bUt cOuLd yOu pErHaPs rEpeAt wHaT yOu sAid?â
The static scrambled his voice and once again symbols appeared around Alastor as static surrounded you.
âI said, your momâ
 - Scenario 3, comment from @-
âSo, what do you excel in Darling?â
Smiling you answered.
âSurveillance and security.â
You could see that Alastor went to open his mouth but for once you were first.
âI can also burst your eardrums if you wish.â
Snorting you looked at the reactions of everyone, yes, you were indeed hilarious. You loved it.
âWhy darling, such a thing is not necessary, but I will keep it in mind should we ever have any need of youâŚunique talent.â
Your shoulders slumped slightly as you lightly frowned.
âBut I really wanted to show it, Iâm really good at it! Even when I was alive!â
A smile started growing on your face. You took a deep breath and slowly t sunk in with everybody what you were planning to do, Alastor reach his hands op to stop you but you quickly dodged him and sprung a bit further away.
Once again you took a deep breath as everyone jumped to where you were.
- Scenario 4, comment from @ThexXShadowXxGaming
âSo, what do you excel in Darling?â
Shrugging nonchalantly and with tiny smile you answered as truthfully as you could.
âI can hide the bodies.â
Out of the corner from your eyes you could see Vaggie facepalm as Angel slightly snorted out a laugh, Charlie laid a hand on vaggieâs shoulder with a small smile that spoke âit will be fineâ
âMarvellous my dear! Such a talent could surely be used!â
Alastor put his arm around you shoulder and yanked you closer to him. His cheek was pretty much pressed against yours as he reach his free arm out.
âImagine all the possibilities!â
For some reason you donât think he was talking in advantage for the hotel.
 I hope you enjoyed these a bit, theyâre not long but itâs something!
Once again, please tell me you opinion on the idea!
A/N: As an apology I decided to give you most of the sports festival in this chapter so be prepared to read more than likely over a few 5000 words, with all the covid stuff going on here in Europe and school I didnât really have much time to write. I hope you enjoy this chapter and forgive me for my very very very late upload đ
(this chapter has not been edited)
The whole public was amazed, barely a second in the battle and it seemed like it was already a win for Shinso. You could hear some people close by mumbling how they were surprised that someone form general studies had managed to this within a second, to be honest they were not the only ones, you as well thought this. It wasnât exactly common for the classes that focused less on quirks (like the hero course) to be so high placed, which was a bit sad as they were kind off ignored in favour for the âhigher classesâ, it was as if they were a bit biased.
âHey Y/N? Arenât you also surprised why this dude isnât in the hero course?â Looking to the side you could see that your friend had leaned a bit closer to you while still looking at the âfightâ that was going on at the moment (Midoriya walking wasnât really a fight). In the background you could faintly hear the voice of the pro hero Eraser Head speaking about some things.
âI mean, not reallyâŚDonât look at me like that.â You pinched their arm, making them wince and lean away form you as they rubbed the more than likely red spot. âThe entrance exam was us fighting against robots, by my guess Shinso has some quirk that works with the mind, but robots donât have those. So unless he knew that saving people would get you points he most likely failed and didnât get in the course. Itâs a pretty stupid reason if you think about it, they should totally change that.â
F/N looked at you with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth, they made some weird movements, scrunching their eyebrows and then relaxing them again, looking side to side as if they were searching for something to say at your explanation.
âI didnât know you were that smart, like, at all.â
Offended you looked at them, their only reply being a shrug as they looked away from your burning eyes. Smacking their arm really hard you looked back to the fight after having felt a rush of wind, completely ignoring F/Nâs yell of âOw! On the same place?!â and âWhy?â
With your attention finally being on the fight you could see that Midoriya was pushing Shinso to the line while Shinso himself was yelling things at him, thought they were to far away to properly hear.
Everyone flinched a bit back when Shinso delivered a painful looking punch to the face of Midoriya, he tried to push back by placing his hand on Midoriyaâs face but Midoriya took a hold of his arm and threw him firmly over his shoulder onto the ground and over the white line, signifying the win of this round for Midoriya.
âShinso is out of the ring! Midoriya moves on to the second round!â
And with the win officially given by Midnight the public and your group screamed loudly as they stood up.
âWell weâre off to an uneventful start! Put your hands together for our fierce competitors!â
Everyone listened to what Present Mic said and started clapping and screaming loudly for the two boys.
Shinso walked away from the stage and even if he had his head bowed slightly to the ground one could see, if they looked closely enough, that he was holding back tears.
While he just got of the stage, some other kids (more than likely from his class) yelled down to him with big smiles as they proudly looked at him, it didnât surprise you one bit as he was quite amazing, had Midoriya not gotten out of whatever trance he was in, Shinso could have gotten far enough to get to the top three.
âSo who is fighting next?â You asked out loud to your two friends but it seemed they knew as much as you did as they merely shrugged with sheepish smiles.
âUseless, I have no idea why I brought you two here.â Your joking remark was rewarded by two slaps on your arms, and to make sure they wouldnât do this again you said something.
âHarder please.â
As if you suddenly had some sort of disease they both shuffled away from you with disgusted frowns on their faces as they held their arms close to their bodies.
âYouâre so gross I canât believe I was friends with you!â F/N yelled out, followed by a âI second that but I canât believe that I became friends with you!â from Ilya.
With a huge (slightly mocking) smile you wrapped your arms around their shoulders, making sure that they were extra close to you to increase their so called disgust.
âYou guys love me and you canât deny it.â
They both succumbed to their fate and relaxed in your arms as they nodded slightly, your (for once) peaceful air was ruined by a loud Present Mic as he announced the next round.
âThe wait is over! Moving on, here they are!â
You could see the tape guy walking up the stage, his arms stretched in front of him and his hands interconnected with his palms facing outside. On the other side of the stage a somehow really angry looking guy stood with two different hair colours.
âThe cream of  the crop! Yet this guy is somehow still as plain as they come, itâs Sero Hanta of the hero course! Versus, the best of the best! The strongest of the strongest! Itâs Todoroki Shouto, also from the hero course!â
After a few seconds of silence Present Mic announced the start of the round.
Sero quickly wrapped some tape around Todoroki and yanked him to the side.
âHeâs trying to push him out with a surprise attack! Itâs probably the best strategy for him! Seroâs giving it his allâ
Seeing the fast action of Sero you couldnât help but stand up and cheer like some others and yelled out your support. âYou go Sero!â
Yet it seemed as if it was in vain, a big gust of wind wafted up and suddenly half of the stadium was covered in a gigantic mountain of ice. Everyone was so silent that you could even hear Sero muttering the question of âThatâs overkill no?â He too was completely covered in ice and you stood frozen in your place with our hands raised up in the sky like a total moron.
Midnight, who was also frozen broke the silence. âSero? Can you move?â
Sero replied slightly shaking in the ice. âYouâre kidding right? Ow ow ow.â You werenât really surprised that he was currently in pain.
âSero is immobilized! Todoroki moves on to the second round!â
Slowly you brought your hands down to you mouth and decided to yell out some encouragement, from that one tiny interaction you actually felt quite bad for him.
âItâs fine!â You eyes looked around, hoping that others would follow your example.
âItâs fine!â A few other yelled with you in sync, when you yelled for the third time it was more until everyone was yelling âItâs fine!â at the same time.
In the meantime Todoroki had gone to Sero to help him out of the ice with hisâŚother quirk?
It was announced that there would be another short pause until the ice was all gone, some other heat based heroes came down to help with the melting.
Unsurprisingly it took quite while until the huge mountain was completely gone.
âWith the arena all thawed out, itâ time for the match! Itâs class Bâs assassin! EveryâŚsomething- or- other has itâs thorns right? Itâs Shiozaki Ibara! Versus, The sparkling killing boy! Kaminari Denki!â
All of a sudden Shiozaki turned around to face the commentators, objecting the fact that she had been called an assassin. Present Mic apologized and the match continued. Once again there were a few second of silence before he yelled out his start.
Electricity sparked around Kaminari as he determinedly looked at Shiozaki, he seemed to be very strong. But alas, it seemed as if you thought to high of him, once he made his attack he was left looking weirdly.
Shiozaki had protected herself and stood safely under a bunch of plants as she wrapped vines around Kaminari, it was obvious who had won here.
Not too soon after it was time for the next match to begin and Present Mic gave once again introduced the new contestants.
âThe first round is just about half over! Next up is Ida Tenya of the hero course! Versus, covered head to toe in support equipment, itâs Hatsume Mei of the support course!â
At first there were some issues with the fact that Ida was also wearing support equipment despite that that the hero course wasnât allowed to use any. The issue was quickly resolved as the reason Ida had apparently struck to the heart and so he was allowed to use the equipment.
Once Present Mic Yelled out his start, Ida didnât wait for a second and zoomed right to her. He was efficiently dodged by Hatsume who spoke about the action she made while Ida messily turned back around. Hatsume began speaking about the equipment like a born sales-woman with the help of a microphone to increase her volume.
âAh, is she using him to ell her items or something?â You snorted at the remark Ilya made, though it probably was correct. âShe totally did, I mean, look at herâŚshe isnât even focused on her fight.â
F/N decided to contribute to the conversation. âHey guys, how long do you think this is going to take? Look at all the stuff she has on her, like, that isnât going to be like âone two three and done!ââ
You both looked at F/N, realizing that it would probably take around ten minutes or so before Hatsume would finally be finished with whatever she was going to speak about.
âDamn, I guess we can just talk now right?â
Expectantly you looked side to side but were disappointed by the fact that both of your friends were on their phones not even listening to you. With a huge sigh you leaned back in your seat and took out your own phone.
âGuess Iâll do the same then.â
The following ten minutes were filled with the speaking of Hatsume while almost everyone was on their phone except some people that worked for support companies who were watching the match with surprisingly great attention.
You were very glad when that ended and were looking forward to the next round, hoping that it would be better than whatever just happened.
The match was between a guy named Aoyoma Yuga and a pink girl named Ashido Mina, you were honestly quite impressed by her dodging, she seemed very lithe in the movements she made.
She managed to win by throwing acid on the belt of Aoyoma and then upper cutting him right on his chin with such force that he was knocked unconscious.
Surprised you spoke to your friends. âThat mustâve been one hell of a punch!â
After a minute the next math began, it was between a guy who had a bird head, to say it frankly, and a girl with black hair. The match was over quite soon, it seemed that by the time the girl wouldâve made an object to help her in her fight, the boy just interrupted her as he didnât need to wait for his quirk.
Soon after to other guys stepped up, they walked almost in synchrony, smashed their fists against their palms at the exact same time and ran at each other exactly at the same time when Present Mic gave the start signal.
They kept the match going for suite some time as they were seemingly evenly matched and their quirks were very similar to each other. Eventually they managed to tire themselves so out that when they landed the next punch on each otherâs faces they knocked the other out, their bodies thudding on the ground on the exact same moment. The match was declared a draw and they would do an arm-wrestling match after they both woke up to declare a winner.
Finally it was time for the last match to begin.
âFor the last matchup of the first round. A celebrity since his middle school days, with a face only a mother could love. Itâs Bakugo Katsuki of the hero course! Versus! My personal pick! Uraraka Ochaco also of the hero course!â
With a deadpanned expression you looked at the announcers, more specifically at Present Mic for his blatant favouritism. âAh, arenât they supposed to be neutral in these things?â
You werenât really surprised with the fact that Present Mic said that Bakugoâs face was one only a mother could love, he did have his mouth scrunched up in a weird way and his narrowed eyes didnât give a great impression either. You preferred him a bit more when he was more silent and less âdonât fucking look at me peasantâ, like when he was walking silently beside you when he guided you to the public entrance almost an hour ago.
[Just in between, I legit finished half a manga volume with everything above here, but I really wanna finish the sports festival, anyway, continueâŚ]
It was silent for a little while, everyone for some reason looked at the two new contestants with bated breath, no one even dared to make noise until Present Mic announced the start.
Uraraka ran to Bakugo with extreme speed, low to the ground and both her hands held in front of her but she was stopped by a pretty big blast right in her face, at first you though that Bakugo had her pinned on the ground until you saw that what he held was an empty jacket.
Right from the side Uraraka sprung to Bakugo with her arms outstretched while Present Mic excitedly spoke about what she had done to fool Bakugo.
For a second it seemed that she was going to touch his back but with immense speed another explosion was blasted right into her face and she was knocked back, slightly skidding on the floor until she got back up.
âAmazing! His reaction time is so fast! I wish I could do that!â
With wide eyes and bathed breath you kept looking at the fight. Hoping for the sweet looking girl, Uraraka, to win but silently also hoping that Bakugo would take the first place, though you did have to admit that seeing Uraraka charge relentlessly at Bakugo wasnât a really pleasant experience.
You could hear that Present Mic felt something along the same lines as you but it was more in the way of âpoor girl so strong willed but not strong enough against himâ and it seemed that other spectators felt the same as him.
A hero in the stands started booing and soon enough a whole crowd went along with it, while yes it wasnât nice to see, both Bakugo and Uraraka didnât deserve their fight to be booed. They were both giving it their best and it felt for you that they were insulting Urarakaâs braveness and strong will power especially against someone who was so focused on a goal as Bakugo.
A small nudge caused your attention to leave the fight as you locked eyes with Ilya.
âDonât you think that the booing is stupid? I mean, they like, shouldâve noticed the things in the sky right?â
You looked at him questioningly, furrowing your brows and adding a small head tilt.
Rolling his eyes, Ilya pointed at the sky overhead Uraraka and Bakugo, showing rocks floating above them, slightly hidden from the public and thoroughly from the fighters beneath.
A small âWoah!â escaped your mouth as you looked at it, some people nearby who had heard followed your line of sight and gaped alongside of you. Faintly you could hear Present Mic agreeing with the still on going booing but he was quickly stopped by Eraser Head who spoke firmly through the microphone.
âIs the one who said that heâs toying with her a pro? How many years of active duty? If thatâs what youâre taking away from watching then you can leave, thereâs no point for you staying here and watching. Go home and start looking for another job.â
At his words your friends and you clenched your fists and yelled a âYeah!â knowing that he was going to defend Bakugo and Uraraka.
âShe came this far and he knows her strength. His caution shows that he recognizes her as a worthy opponent. Itâ because he wants to win so badly that he canât afford to hold back.â
Some people alongside you cheered with you and your friends. The way he spoke was somehow very encouraging despite speaking in a mostly monotonous voice.
All the focus went back to the still on going fight, you could see that Uraraka was speaking but it was obvious that you were too far away to properly hear her, by watching her mouth you could only guess that she had said âThank youâ but you werenât very sure.
All the smoke had left and people looked with wide eyes as Uraraka put her fingertips together and unleashed the massive amount of big rocks above their heads.
Even Present mic hadnât even noticed the rock and loudly yelled in the microphone what Uraraka had made.
âItâs a meteor storm!â
Uraraka ran forward with all her might while Bakugo determinedly looked up at the falling rocks, he braced himself and raised his left arm in the sky while he supported it with his other.
Tiny sparks ran up his arm and released such a gigantic explosion that even you could feel the heat that came from it, you slightly closed your eyes to protect them from the very bright light but you were still amazed by the prowess that Bakugo showed in that single second.
Bakugo had obliterated the rocks in mere seconds.
âWhat and explosion! Urarakaâs secret plan just, went up in smoke!â
They both tried to run at each other but it seemed that Uraraka's meteor storm had taken too much out of her as she fell to the ground and tried to crawl further. Bakugo stood still watching just like the audience as Midnight went down to check on Uraraka and deemed her unable to continue and spoke that Bakugo would move on to the second round.
Your group of friends and some other audience members cheered at the victory but most of the others watched with pity as Uraraka was moved away by to tiny robots.
âOh, poor Uraraka, taken down by Bakugo in the first round.â You could hear the reply of the previously silent Eraser Head. âIf youâre going to be an announcer then do it right.â
You couldnât help but agree with what he said.
âWell, get it together everyoneâŚThe first round is now over! Weâll move on to the second after a quick break!â
Once again you could hear Eraser Head speaking to Present Mic over the microphone, it was honestly quite entertaining to hear their friendly banter. It wasnât the first time that you had seen it either, there were a lot of videos on the internet of their friendship and especially these moments.
âYouâre making this way too personal.â
Once again you agreed with Eraser Headâs words, youâd love to know what else he thought on other topics and stuff, he seems like a pretty cool teacher to have.
There was a small break which you used to stretch out after sitting down for so long, you were quite surprised by the amount of pops you could hear coming from you back as you turned a bit to the left and to the right, even your two friends looked at you with wide and slightly disgusted eyes after they heard it. Honestly, you couldnât blame them, the pops were really loud and they most certainly did not sound pleasant at all.
It seemed that the break was over as Present Mic announced that Kirishima and Tetsutetsu would do their arm-wrestling contest to see who would get to go to the next round, after a surprising amount of time, Kirishima came out victorious. His opponent was on the ground on his knees but when he looked up he was met with the sight of Kirishima standing with his hand outstretched to help him up, they both looked each other intensely in the eyes, it seemed that they had come to some sort of understanding.
With all the winners being known, Present Mic did not wait for much longer before he announced the start of the first match of the second round.
âBoth of these competitors have won top marks in this festival so far! But there is only room for one of these greats in the ring! Itâs Todoroki vs. Midoriya!! Start!â
Immediately after he yelled the start they both readied themselves, in the blink of an eye Todoroki had send out a big amount of ice towards Midoriya, you slightly worried that Midoriya wouldnât really be able to do anything but you were surprised that he held out his hand and flicked a finger to the ice which then shattered into a bunch of pieces, because of the wind they both lightly stumbled back before managing to stay steady.
âWHOAA! He smashed right through!â There was no other way to describe what had happened.
Once again Todoroki used the same attack and Midoriya defended in the same way, this time Todoroki made some sort of ice shield behind himself so he wouldnât get blown backwards by the wind. Faintly you could see on the big screens around the stadium that Midoriyaâs fingers were very damaged, some even seemed to be coloured a deep purple.
The same thing happened two extra times before Todoroki got closer to Midoriya to attack, he punched the ground where Midoriya stood before he dodged, on the big tvâs you could see that there was a bit of ice caught onto Midoriyaâs foot.
Suddenly there was a big gust of wind and dust flying around, faintly you could see that Todoroki once again had made a shield of ice behind him, though they could also be chunks of ice that had fallen back on the ground or something. For some reason the wind seemed stronger than the ones that happened before, once the dust cleared you could see that Midoriyaâs arm was damaged.
Both Midoriya and Todoroki stood there for a few seconds saying something to each other but it was not picked up by any microphone, Todoroki then once again decided to do another ice attack like he had done the previous three times.
Somehow Midoriya defended himself with his more than likely very broken fingers, much to the bafflement of the audience and his opponent. He yelled something at Todoroki and for once the microphones actually picked something up.
âGimme everything you got! Come at me!â With his broken fingers he clenched his hand tightly into the eyes of Todoroki with pain but determined to complete some sort of goal. (couldnât help myself)
It was quite amazing to see the amount of dedication Midoriya had for something even if you didnât know what it was, you wouldnât have been able to do that and not to mention the amount of pain tolerance he had to have to even bite through the pain of the broken fingers and, most likely, arm.
âHe mustâve been through quite a bit⌠That Todoroki guy too, just look at how cold he isâŚHaha.â
You felt both proud and horrible for your sense of newly discovered humour. It was a pun and most certainly not exactly suitable for the context you meant it in.
Just then your eyes caught sight of the punch that was delivered directly into Todorokiâs stomach area, he flew behind and skidded a few times on the ground before coming to a stop, he stood back up and clutched his stomach.
âWhat a hit! Things are really heating up!â
Everybody was amazed as until now, neither Midoriya nor Todoroki had managed to give the other a solid hit. Once again you were pleasantly surprised, somehow, despite the fact that Midoriya looked completely beat up despite not having been hit.
Midoriya raised his hand to his mouth when he saw that Todoroki was coming closer, he had instead of solely using his fingers to flick them he had decided to make use of his thumb that had probably not been used. He put it on the inside of his mouth, right with the cheek and flicked Todoroki back with a blast. In between the next attack Midoriya yelled something at Todoroki, it was then that you could either see a bruise or blood on his cheek. He attacked once, twice, yelling at Todoroki seemingly with all his heart.
It was both admirable and extremely painful to see how far he went for his goal.
But you could see that it had an effect on Todoroki as he somehow seemed to be there yet also not.
Once Midoriya had knocked him down onto the ground he took a big gulp of air and yelled at the top of his lungs.
âYour power, is your own!â
For a second you could see sadness on Todorokiâs face, yet it seemed as if he had once again discovered something that had been taken away from him.
Before you or anyone else knew, a huge flame rose up from the middle, you could feel a surprising amount of heat reach towards where you sat and your hands instinctually went up to protect your face from the blaze.
For some reason, the flames were exceptionally beautiful in that moment. Faintly you could see a smile on his face.
All of a sudden a shout was heard. âShouto!â Endeavor had stood up from his seat and was stomping down the stairs yelling things you couldnât hear. Present Mic spoke after the action, by his voice you could hear that he as well was confused by whatever it was that Endeavor said.
âA sudden pep talk from Mr. Endeavor huh? What a doting parent.â Under his voice he mumbled that he found it slightly unexpected as they were not on good terms apparently.
When the flames had downed slightly you focused all your attention on the fight again, Todoroki still had a part of him that was on fire but the heat was not felt to where you were, you could see that Midoriya and him stood face to face, ready to preform one final attack.
They both flew at each other, reaching out but were stopped in the middle by Cementoss and Midnight. Several slabs of cement rose up from the ground between them and faintly you could see that Midnight ripped a part of her hero costume to release her quirk.
The two attacks hit the slabs of cement and a gigantic cloud of dust rose over the stage, the wind blew everything and everyone back, your eyes had to squint to keep dust out of them, the dust cloud went so high that you could see it rising over the stadium. Present Mic spoke for everyone when he asked Eraser head what was up with his class.
âWhat a blast and what heat! Canât see a thing. Has the match been decided?â
The dust started to clear, Midoriya was seemingly leaning against the wall, your eyes widened as you suddenly saw him fall with a thud to the ground.
âTodoroki moves on to the third round!â
There he stood, half covered in the dust and surrounded by ice, his clothing was partially burned away by his own quirk. You had to be honest with yourself, it was quite a sight to behold and you were very sure that you were not the only one.
The next round started after the previously done damages to the stage were repaired, it was time for Shiozaki to go against Ida. It felt as if the fight went by too fast but somehow you were not very surprised that it happened as it was a part of Idaâs quirk, especially if he kicked it into high gear.
You giggled at your joke despite the fact that it wasnât your best one. You knew you could do better.
Eventually Ida won the match and then the next round between Ashido and Tokoyami was starting and ending before you knew it.
It was finally time for the last match in the second round, Kirishima vs Bakugo.
In all honesty, you were surprisingly excited for this match, not only because you were curious as to what other moves Bakugo had in his arsenal but also for the outcome of this match. While it was true that Bakugo was seemingly pretty vicious when fighting, you had a feeling that Kirishima would be able to old himself quite well against him with his quirk and you really wanted to see just how well he could use it against such an opponent and if he was able to win this.
The match had a very explosive start, but it seemed that Kirishima was doing just fine against the explosion that were pretty much fired off at point-blank.
When Bakugo fired off another explosion with his left he was countered by Kirishima who managed to scratch his right cheek with his hardened fist. With wide eyes filled with amazement you kept watching at how Kirishima attacked by rapidly punching.
âMan, these guys are pretty coolâŚâ You muttered under your breath.
They kept exchanging punches, or in Bakugoâs case explosions, with each other before suddenly an explosion managed to hurt Kirishima in his side.
Present Mic yelled out your exact thoughts at that moment.
âOOOH! Did he feel that?!â
Kirishima seemed a bit dazed after that and Bakugo took full advantage of that, he started blasting away at Kirishima, not giving him time to retaliate or do more to protect himself.
With a final powerful explosion, probably filled with all his determination, Bakugo blasted Kirishima away, he yelled something but you werenât able to hear whatever he said.
With a slightly bated breath you looked at Kirishima, who laid on the ground, and slightly hoped that he would come back up, for he seemed so strong. Sadly enough Present Mic announced the final outcome of the battle.
âBakugoâs carpet bombing blasts him into third round! And with that weâve got our final four!â
A/N: Sooo, I uh, wanted to get the whole sports festival done in this chapter but it was so much that I decided to split it in three. Comments and likes are very much appreciated! I hope you enjoyed this 5000+ chapter like I said in the beginningâŚthat was my estimation for the whole sports festival, I have underestimated the amount :/
The puppeteer: extra mini-chapter for the late update
I listened to this while writing, it was my main inspiration for this mini-chapter.
Timeline wise, this has not yet happened and is only a look into the future.
Masterlist
The edge of a building, the sight around you unnerved you. The height was intimidating, compared to the world you felt so small, so insignificant. How were you ever going to be hero if this scared you?
With eyes closed you took a deep breath, as you breathed out you looked back out with determined eyes. After putting your face mask on you felt prepared, prepared to leap.
You walked a bit back, putting yourself into position to start sprinting. With another breath you ran to the edge and jumped as far as you could.
The wind blew around you as you fell, the lights of the cars and buildings were extra bright in the night. While falling you put on the new goggles you had bought, protecting your eyes from the winds and the possible insects.
Everything was going in slow-motion, your clothes moved around wildly.
It was such a thrill, the adrenaline was mind blowing, the fear you felt before was as good as gone, you were filled with exhilaration.
You spread your arms and fingers, vibrant golden strings flew out wildly.
Closer and closer you got to the ground at high speed, your strings finally caught on things and just before you would hit the ground you swung your feet forward, you were like a skipping rope in some way. Once you again got on the highest point of your swing, you let go and flew forward feet first, above you could see the night sky gleaming through the harsh lights of the city.
Laughing you let gravity guide you before doing the same thing again. Once you got to a corner you put the string from your right hand around a pole on your right and your left string a bit further to another pole that was on that left side and yanked hard enough to turn the corner.
People underneath you filmed you with their phones, mumbling in amazement at your movements as they had never seen you before.
Getting slightly tired you used your strings to pull yourself upward to the top of another building. Standing on the edge you looked down at the crowd that had gathered at the bottom of it, you could see some people waving at you so you decided to wave back, your strings looking like waves as they followed your movements.
It was time to show the world that you were there, to show that you were getting better and ready.
With as much power inside yourself that you could muster you extended your arms above yourself, your strings shot out with a new fierceness that you had never had before, they shone so brightly against the canvas that was the sky.
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You opened your mouth to speak but Angel Dust was faster.
âAh. So uh, whatâs the deal with Smiles over there?â
You pursed your lips at being interrupted even though you werenât speaking yet, while it was the same question you wanted to ask (though worded differently) you still would have liked to contribute to the conversation.
You knew you didnât speak much to people you saw as just strangers, only with your tiny bits of somehow existing confidence and will to speak. And just as you actually wanted to speak someone else did before you!
With a small and unnoticeable sigh you guided your thoughts back to what was happening right in front of your nose.
It seemed that Vaggie (after a bit of banter with Angel) finally decided to explain who the so called âRadio Demonâ or as you better know him as, Alastor, actually was.
âUgh. Decades ago, Alastor manifested in Hell, seemingly overnight. He began to topple overlords who had been dominant for centuries. That kind of raw power had never been harnessed by a mortal soul before, then he broadcast his carnage all throughout Hell, just so everyone could witness his ability. Sinners started calling him, âThe Radio Demonâ, As lazy as that is. Many have speculated what unimaginable force enabled him to rival our worldâs most ancient and destructive evils.
But one things for sure, heâs an unpredictable source of evil, a wicked spirit of mystery and a violent monster of chaos, the likes of which we canât risk getting involved with unless we want to end up erased!â
Vaggies small speech was indeed quite a bit to take in, it seemed as if she had rehearsed the whole thing just to tell it to someone when the right moment arrived. Though her story didnât surprise you much as you already had a few speculations about the Radio Demon, it wasnât that hard to see when you just looked hard enough at the bunch of people who avoided him when he was walking on the street. And that smile, you knew something wasnât right about him almost the moment you saw him.
And yet, after such an intense speech, filled with hateful passion! Angel Dust interrupted. (he seems to like doing that, maybe it was the attention? You really didnât get itâŚ)
âYa done? He looks like a strawberry pimp!â
Perhaps he had some use after all, you thought as you snorted at the comparison. And as if on cue, Alastor somehow, in a twirl of something black (like the shadow you had seen him use when he appeared and disappeared) made his microphone appear.
You could see that the eye was open, as you squinted your eyes at it, it moved to make direct eye contact with you, itâs slit pupil digging into your own. Out of surprise you jolted up a bit, slightly catching the attention of the two others sitting next to you before they once again started to banter with each other.
âWell I donât trust him!â You hummed in agreement with Vaggie. âI have to say that I as well donât really trust him much. He seems to be hiding somethingâŚâ
Vaggie looked at you with a slightly grateful look in her eyes.
Angel Dust merely rolled his eyes as he looked at his nails with complete disinterest about the possible danger the Radio Demon could possibly become.
âTo be fair, do you trust any man? Any men? Men?â He joked dryly while Vaggie seemed just about as done as anyone could possibly be. His eyes glanced at you from the side, urging you to at least show some sort of reaction but you just remained there, sitting quietly as you knew you didnât really have anything to say here. (That and you didnât want Vaggie to get angry at you, she seemed pretty trustworthy and useful)
Vaggie slinked away from the horrible attempt of a joke, slightly patting you on your shoulder as if saying âdonât die againâ and went to Charlie.
âThat was a horrible joke Angel. 2/10 for the attempt at the very least.â
Angels head turned directly to you, his eyes were narrowed into slits and trying to burn through your very being. It did not work as you just kept a neutral expression, only your eyes were the only indicator of mischief.
âYou canât say much, you havenât spoken a word since ya sat your ass down.â
Deciding to ignore the very existence of Angel your eyes went to Charlie and Vaggie the latter seemingly pleading something at Charlie as she held her arms. As you looked at them you noticed that there was someone else that wasnât with them, Alastor.
After looking side to side you saw that he was looking at a painting which had Charlie and two other people on it that seemed very similar to her, you assumed that they were more than likely her parents.
It seemed that Alastor had sensed your distrusting stare as he turned around not even seconds after to look you right in the eyes, his smile and as well as his horns grew but when you narrowed your eyes at him he backed down with a teasing glint in his eyes, as if he was testing to see what your reaction would be to him when he did something that you would more than likely deem as out of line.
Suddenly Charlie walked confidently up to him, or at least until she actually got close to him.
âOkay so, youâre sketchy as fuck and you clearly see what Iâm trying to do here as a joke.â
As Charlie turned her back on Alastor you could see that he had once again a bunch of symbols floating around him as he menacingly smiled at her, right on the moment that she turned around he went back to smiling politely, as if he wasnât doing anything wrong. Charlie clearly noticed that he had done something and narrowed her eyes at him with a slightly funny expression.
With a soft smile she continued her explanation and slightly small speech to Alastor, it was more than obvious to you that she was very invested in the lives of her (more than likely) future subjects and was hoping to help them improve themselves.
âBut I donât, I think everyone deserves a chance to prove they can be better. So Iâm taking your offer to help! On the condition that there be no tricks or voodoo strings attached.â
As if she were a puppeteer she moved her fingers when she talked about the strings, with an eyeroll from Alastor in return of course.
Out of nowhere his microphone returned, you hadnât even noticed that it was gone, he spun it around in the air only to hold it in his other hand to make sure that the previous one was free to open and hold out for a handshake with Charlie.
A green light appeared and wind wove around, slightly pushing everyone back. Angel, Vaggie and you held your arms up to avoid any sort of dust to come into your eyes. There was also an earie sound that pierced your ears, getting higher as the intensity of the light increased.
As you peaked through your fingers you saw that Charlie almost took hold of his hand to seal the deal, you tried to take a step forward to stop her but luckily enough Charlie eventually slapped his hand away and crossed her arms in front of herself. Alastorâs previously closed eyes opened up wide in surprise before he shut them and smiled.
âNope! No shaking! No deal!â
She stepped away and held her elbow in comfort while Alastor once again went back to his wide smile with sharp teeth whilst holding his microphone.
âI-hm. As princess of Hell and heir to the throne, I uh hereby order that you help with this hotel, for as long as you desire.â
She smiled sheepishly up at Alastor before looking away and dropping her smile, Vaggie looked away too as her shoulders slightly drooped down.
With your eyes closed your head slowly and subtly shook side to side with some form of compassion for the decision Charlie had made at the moment.
âShe should have just made him go away, his presence will not bring any good to this hotel nor anyone involved.â
You decided to sit back down on the couch with Vaggie while Angel sat himself on the armrest, leaning on the backrest in a weird way.
When Alastor didnât immediately reply to her question/demand she looked back and asked for verbal confirmation.
âUh, sound fair?â
Alastor hummed and stroked his chin before shrugging. âFair enough!â
With a relieved sigh Charlie leaned forward as Alastor walked away, she stuck up her two thumbs with a very small smile.
âCool beans.â
Suddenly Alastor walked by the three of you humming some sort of song, hurriedly all of you went off the couch to avoid Alastor. Angel walked away to the chair that was in front of the Welcome banner while Vaggie looked at Alastorâs back with distrust before averting her eyes only to look back when he stopped with walking and humming, she quickly looked back down to avoid his eyes and took a step closer to you.
Yet it seemed that her attempt at avoiding any confrontation with Alastor was in vain as he quickly turned around and curled a finger under her chin.
âSmile my dear!â With absolute disgust she looked down at the offending finger while you tried to keep your smile back at the admittedly funny scene. Alastor stepped back and continued his sentence.
âYou know youâre never fully dressed without one!â
Vaggie and Alastor looked into each otherâs eyes, one with pure hatred and the other filled to the brim with mischief and bad intentions.
You thought that he would be done and focus his attention to some one else but it seemed that he still had something to say to you.
âAnd you as well darling! Try not to be so sour and smile a bit wouldnât you dear?â
There he stood in all his smug glory, towering slightly over you and looking at you with a smile. He put a finger on each side of your mouth and dragged the flat line into a smile.
âThere we go! Do keep it that way please.â
And as soon as he turned his back to you and walked away while humming, you let the fake smile fall and looked at him with a glare. You rubbed your hands over where he touched you, not wanting to have even the smallest trace of him on your face. Looking around you tried to search for another place to sit down.
Alastor had gone back to Charlie, probably looking for some more things to mess with. He leaned slightly over and put his hands behind his back.
âSo, where is your hotel staff?â
Charlie rubbed her neck embarrassedly before folding her hands together in front of her and looked in the direction of Vaggie.
âWell..â
Alastor followed her line of sight and saw Vaggie standing there with her hands on her hips and looking straight at him with a frown and furrowed brows. He adjusted his monocle and laughed a mocking recreation of Santaâs laugh.
âYouâre going to need more than that.â
He hadnât even completely finished his sentence before he already walked away to where Angel was seated.
âAnd what can you do my effeminate fellow?â
With a smirk filled with nasty intentions Angel answered the question.
âI can suck yer dick.â
Alastor smiled into nothingness with a big smile before leaning back down to Angel and replying with a big âHA! No.â
Angel shrugged and leaned onto his elbow, holding his face in his hand. âYour loss.â
The more than likely disgusted radio demon walked away from Angel at a bit faster pace than he normally walked and went to you.
âSo, what is it that you excel in Darling?â
Leaning on the wall you looked at him with a neutral face and shrugged.
âNothing much that would be of interest nor of use for the hotel. Besides, Iâd rather speak to Charlie about these things.â
You mockingly smiled up at him, knowing that that was not the answer that he wanted to hear.
âYou might say that now darling but I can see that those blinkers are hiding something.â
He leaned in closer as he held you in place by putting his hands on your shoulders and looked you right in the eyes as he continued speaking, he spoke lower and softer so that the others couldnât hear what he was saying to you.
âAnd Iâll make you show me what it is kitten.â
 A/N: sorry about the long leave Angels! Some things happened and Iâm pretty sure that you all know about the covid-19 thing. As I live in Europe, I had to deal with the quarantine around begin to middle February so I had to work for school. But as it is vacation at the moment Iâve got more time to write! I hope you guys at least enjoyed this little chapter as it is a hundred words (and 600 less than chapter 4) less than the previous chapter.
Charlies eyes shifted between said door and her, you were quite sure, girlfriend nervously.
âWhat?!â
Vaggie shot up from her previously slouched position yelling. It was very obvious that she seemed a bit concerned, perhaps scared but you couldnât be all too sure.
Angel, still sucking on the ice cream merely said a âUh, who?â with complete disinterest at the situation going on at the moment.
You leaned forward with curiosity at the new name, it seemed familiar, perhaps you had seen it on one of the many posters hanging around in Hell?
âWhoâs that?â Your small comment (as well as Angels) was completely ignored by the, you were actually very sure, two lovebirds.
âWhat should I do?â Charlie dragged her hands down her face, probably feeling that she had no other option left but go open the door again.
âWell donât let him in!â
Charlie ignored her, most defiantly, girlfriend and still decided to open the door. With a determined yet slightly worried expression she opened the door.
âMay I speak now?â Your head perked up as you heard the voice, itâs familiarity not lost to your ears. Though you could not come up with it directly, but you were very sure that you had heard this voice only one time before.
With her head titled up slightly, as if she wanted to show some sort of dominance, Charlie granted the Radio Demon permission to speak.
âYou may.â Just after she finished her sentence, the Radio Demon took it as his turn to speak as he took her hand to shake and introduce himself.
âAlastor! Pleasure to be meeting you sweetheart, quite a pleasure!â
He came uncomfortably close to Charlie, who shrunk slightly back with narrowed eyes and a pout. Vaggie gritted her teeth as she took in the scene, whether it was from jealousy or protectiveness was not clear.
Your eyes went over the figure that now stood inside the hotel. You remembered that you had spoken to him before. As he had mentioned seconds before, his name was Alastor and you both had met before the tv-shop where you had held a pretty pleasant conversation. It was now that you got why Vaggie did not seem very fond of him, while he might have been quite nice to you and actually really enjoyable to talk to, it was obvious that there was something slightly wrong about him.
It was not something you just noticed, no, you had thought this before. Right after meeting him.
During the time you took for your thoughts, Alastor had already completely walked inside the establishment and was currently swinging his head side to side as he spoke of ââŚthe stock market crash of 1929. Hahaha! So many orphans.â
His small walk and dramatic display was cut short as Vaggie, who you just noticed jumping from the couch with a spear in her hand, stood in front of him. The tip of her spear was pointed at the tip of Alastorâs nose, his eyes just looked at it as he kept his smile on his face.
âStop right there cabrĂłn hijo de perra! I know your game and Iâm not gonna let you hurt anyone here! You pompous, cheesy, talk show shitlord!â
Your small laugh escaped as some sort of heavy sigh trough your nose at the words spoken to Alastor. Yet he himself did not seem the slightest bit affected at both the spear and the fierce way Vaggie stood in front of him, his eyes were half lidded as he looked straight at her, weird noises crackled in your ears but they were gone as fast as they had come.
With a small chuckle and an easy smile he used his finger to move the spear away from his face.
âDear, if I wanted to hurt anyone here. I would have done so already.â
The room seemed to darken with the words spoken by Alastor, the same earie noises as earlier showed up again yet with some sort of interference that hurt your ears as he tilted his head.
His eyes turned into some sort of radio dials while everything else around him started glitching as symbols started to float around him.
All the sounds stopped and Alastor shook his head, everyone merely looked at him with either troubled or just wide eyes.
Cheerfully, as if nothing had happened he continued with his explanation as to why he was here.
âNow, I am here because I want to help!â
Charlie, who stood behind Vaggie, raised an eyebrow at the cheerful answer Alastor had given her. She was quite obviously confused as to why the supposedly powerful Radio Demon had come to the hotel and to âhelpâ her in her cause.
âSay what now?â
With merely a blink Alastor had moved right in front of the faces of the two demons with a big smile on his face as he continued speaking, not really giving a full answer.
âHelp! Hahaha! Hello? Is this thing on? Testing, testing?â
He tapped the microphone that he held in his hand a few times and to your astonishment an answer came from the supposedly inanimate object as it also suddenly grew an eye.
âWell I heard you loud and clear!â
You blinked in bewilderment at the scene that played in front of your very own eyes, you looked to the side and gave Angel a questioning glance, which he returned with a shrug signifying that he as well had no idea about anything that was going on at the moment. That or he just did not care, it could be either.
When you returned your attention to the conversation you could see that Alastor now stood between Vaggie and Charlie, for a moment it looked as if he held them by the shoulders but as you looked a bit more closer you could see that his hands did not rest on either of the two females.
â- This ridiculous thing that youâre trying to do. This hotel! I, want to help you run it!â
Vaggie already seemed unimpressed by his answer as she just kept looking on with a half lidded eye and some sort of bored frown on her face while Charlie, as the kind demon she was, kept speaking to Alastor, clearly a bit surprised but interested by the radio Demon.
âButâŚWhy?â
Alastor seemingly laughed mockingly at her, something that Vaggie didnât enjoy as her glare on the red clad demon darkened.
âWhy does anyone do anything?â
Dramatically he continued with his explanation.
âSheer, absolute, BOREDOM!â
His hands came upon his face, completely covering his cheeks as they squished it together, quickly dragging down as he kept going on with his antics.
âIâve lacked inspiration for decades, my work became mundane, lacking focusâŚâ He leaned with his elbow on Vaggieâs head, with each word he spoke he put more of his weight on her.
ââŚAimless!â With a push of his hand, Vaggie flew away and fell onto the ground. She glared ferociously at the demon but decided to hold it together as she stood up.
âI have come to crave a new form of entertainment!â Like he was trying to get the whole world to know about his boredom, he spread his arms wide as if to announce it. They quickly went to his hips, the back of his hands on them as he laughed joyously.
Vaggie walked to her place beside Charlie as she rubbed her eye.
Hesitantly Charlie spoke, hands clasped in front of her in the way one would should they wish to pray.
âDoes getting in a fist fight with a reporter count as entertainment?â She smiled sheepishly and shrugged slightly.
With his hands behind his back, Alastor laughed at her.
âItâs the purest kind my dear!â His hand flew to his front before it was swung upwards with the other.
âReality! True passion!â As he spoke/yelled you could hear a trumpet being played while he shook his right hand into a fist. You looked around to see if there was some sort of speaker but yet you could not find one. Vaggie apparently had enough of the tiring theatrics of Alastor and came to sit on the couch with you and Angel. You caught her eyes and you gave her a smile that spoke âI get that youâre tired, itâs fine. He is indeed quite a character.â She unexpectedly gave you a small smile back, she was glad that she could relax even if it were for only a moment.
âAfter all, the world is a stage.â His hand did a weird crawl thing as he moved it from right to left and swung it back up again. He seemed to really like expressing himself with his hands. âAnd a stage is a world of entertainment.â
The ending of his sentence appeared to be very sinister for some reason, his smile became even more sharper than normal. Not physically but the way it came over, the feeling it gave you, while his eyes narrowed as they glanced right into yours, his smile became sharper for some reason.
His attention turned back to Charlie, no one had noticed his small glance at you, as she began to speak once more in a soft insecure voice. The way she held herself and spoke came over as if she was readying herself for some sort of rejection. Yet you could see that she became more hopeful as she kept speaking.
âSo, does this mean that you think itâs possible to rehabilitate a demon?â
Her hopes were crushed by a small wave and a laugh from Alastor.
âOf course not, thatâs wacky nonsense!â
At the answer she slumped forward, face looking like a puppy that was just rejected from a snack and a snuggle.
âRedemption? Oh the non-excitant humanity!â He shook his head as he kept his eyes closed.
âNononono, I donât think thereâs anything left that could save such loathsome sinners!â
His eyes moved to your little group of three on the couch as he spoke of the âloathsome sinnersâ, eyes daring to deny him while he smiled smugly like a douchebag. All three of you looked at him with scrunched up faces, wordlessly trying to deny what he said.
âThe chance given was the life they lived before, the punishment-â
He turned his back to Charlie as his hands reached out to the sky.
â- Is this!â
With his eyes closed he proceeded.
âThere is no undoing what is done.â
His smile widened as his eyes opened and moved to the side where Charlie stood as she tried to ask for clarification, the sound of some old technology turning on joined his smile.
âSo then, why do you want to help if you donât believe in my cause?â
Alastorâs head turned to look at the princes, he smiled widely once again as some sort of interference sounded while he did it, his eyes seemed to lightly shine a bit of red light. You could no be sure if it was the way the light fell on his very red complexion or if it was just he himself.
He turned back to his jovial self as he walked/ pranced towards Charlie.
âConsider it an investment I ongoing entertainment for myself!â
He put his arm around Charlie, dragging her to him as he spoke.
âI want to watch the scum of the earth struggle to climb up the hill of betterment.â He took one of her hands and twirled her around in two circles as some old music played, once again seemingly out of nowhere, he let her go and pointed a finger gun at her as a loud snap was heard.
His one hand was clenched tightly into a fist on his chest as he looked to nothing in particular while Charlie just looked at him with a deadpanned face, quite obviously not liking what he was saying.
âOnly to repeatedly trip and tumble down the fiery pit of failure.â His voice at first seemed to lose some of the static that surrounded it but as he kept speaking his voice became deeper and his eyes started glowing red as they narrowed down to almost to slits, at the end of his sentence you could hear the static coming back at full force.
At this moment you were quite sure that Alastor was not to be trusted, or at least not when one was alone with him. He seemed to find way too much satisfaction or some sort of happiness out of the fact that he could see people suffer.
Charlie looked rightfully concerned at him . âRightâŚâ Her hand took his and she slipped it of her shoulder, it did not surprise you at all. You as well would not have liked to stand that close and to have such physical contact with him either after his small âfiery pit of failureâ talk.
Alastor did not react negatively and was yet again back to his ânormalâ self.
âYes indeedy! I see big things coming your way and who better to help you than I?â
For to so manieth time he took Charlie by her waist and dragged her away as he spoke to her. Their conversation falling silent once they were far enough from the three of you.
Finally with all the speaking done you could ask Vaggie or Angel who Alastor actually is and why he was called the Radio Demon and the fact that everyone seemed either very scared of him or very evasive of him.
You opened your mouth to speak but Angel Dust was faster.
âAh. So uh, whatâs the deal with Smiles over there?â
  A/N: This chapter (and the others)have not been edited. I hope you enjoyed this chapter :)
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âNow this, is what I would call a very nice house.â
Sarcasm, was beautiful when not used against oneself. You had clearly overestimated the riches of your victim and now you would pay the price.
Perhaps they, before taking you into an alleyway, had stolen some money (and the motorcycle) from someone who could afford expensive stuff. It could have been possible that they were just hiding and tried to involve you into their problems. âThoughâ you thought âhe should be happy, I solved his problem! Now that Iâm thinking for once, do you stay dead if you die down here? I mean, it would be weird, where the hell do you go? To Hell? Again?â Shaking your stopped your thoughts from going to far as you turned your attention back to the house in front of you.
Luckily it was not an apartment, you never really liked those, you always thought that people could hear whatever you said through the walls that separated you and the person living next to you.
Also it was safer to have a house, in case you were stabbing someone. People who get stabbed donât always make a lot of noise but the body sure does, if you get it? Hahaha, you were so funny you didnât even remember what you joked about. How great.
Putting your hand in a pocket you took out the small amount of keys that you had, despite being dumb enough to drag you in an alleyway, you were happy that the demon had enough sense to label the most important keys. Such as âFront doorâ, it was as if he knew you were going to kill him and then rob his dead/ possibly not completely dead body.
Breathing in with excitement and holding the key, you put it in the lock. With a small clicking sound it unlocked. Your hand wavered slightly as you reached for the doorknob, while opening the door you kept your breath in and as you stepped inside and your eyes wandered around you breathed out in relief.
The house was actually quite modern, the living room visible from where you stood. None of the different shades of black and red bothered your eyes much as they were used in a way that did not seem to be annoying like the previous owner.
You stepped in completely, closed the door and let your mind take in the view of your new house in. Once you were in the living room you could see some things thrown around, like a shoe that had no match nearby. The couch was something you didnât really find pleasant as well, your eyes narrowed as you walked to it, your hands slowly caressing over it as you took in the leathery sensation, your hands started curling into it harshly without any mercy.
While you may have been a murderer, you did not like the possibility of an animal getting killed just for itâs leather. Things that used wool were fine for you, as normally the sheep were just shaved and not killed, with food you also had no problem as you had to eat something. It would not be the first time you killed someone who hunted animals for sport. You despised people like that.
It was no surprise that your anger got the best of you, it having been pent up once again since your murder of the demon. With strength that you didnât know of, you swung the two meter couch straight out of the window with a mighty yell as your eyes went black once again in your agitation, startling any demons that were outside as well as hitting one, crushing him under the weight of it.
With the disturbance to your eyes gone and your agitation calming down you managed to form a thought. âSince when did that stuff make me this angry?â
You decided not to think on it too long, saying to yourself that you had more than enough time to do so later in the day when you would come back from your visit to Angel Dust and the new hotel that you heard of on the news.
While walking back to your door, your eyes moved to the destroyed window, the wall surrounding it was slightly broken but nothing that couldnât be fixed with some paint or a bigger window.
Once at the door you took a last longing look to the television and the two rooms you had already seen before you stepped outside, you didnât need to put on a jacket again as you had never took it off, it was a too fast leave for your liking.
Shaking off your will to stay longer and rest, you locked the door behind you, dramatically caressing the door with your eyes closed as you said a soft goodbye, your hand lingered as you walked away before dropping to your side. Clenching a fist to your chest and pursing your lips, you shook your head.
Your eyes opened, expecting to see sunlight and the beautiful blue sky but you were slightly disappointed with the fact that everything was just as red as the previous hours.
Your hands reached to take out the keys on your pocket as you noticed that your motorcycle was still safe outside, no demons had tried to take it luckily enough. With a happy smile and wriggling hips you walked closer to it and sat yourself down on your seat, hands reaching to the handles as the excitement of riding a motorcycle came back once again as you recalled the way the wind swept through your hairs and face, but then your remembered the bug that had flown on your teeth when you were smiling and decided that you eventually needed to buy a helmet.
Sticking the key into the ignition and turning it turned on the beautiful sound of the motor, you readied yourself to leave, revved the motor a few times and drove away.
It was after a few minutes of driving that you remembered that you didnât even know where the hotel was.
You stopped on the side of the street, beckoned the first demon who looked you into your eyes and asked them the way to the hotel. The demon just snorted mockingly, shook his head and walked away as he mumbled and chuckled under his breath about âDumb new demons, they die in a week.â
It was only after asking 15 other demons, driving to the places where the hookers hung around, being hollered at by more than half of the demons you passed by while they made suggestive gestures (to which you stuck out your middle finger) and having 6 demons offer you drugs for âa good price if you get what I mean?â.
But you did manage to get to the hotel when one demon was surprisingly kind enough to give you the way, all he had to do was point in the direction of a small hill. Right there was a beautiful path leading up to a building with the words âHappy Hotelâ written on the very top.
Once you had driven close enough you stepped off your bike and decided to park and lock it at the inside of the high fence that surrounded it so it would be a little safer, not knowing if you were allowed to drive up on the path to the hotel even if it was big enough for two cars to drive side by side and still be able to enter without bumping into each other or the red fence.
Yet you played it safe, not wanting to anger the princess of Hell or any of her possible friends, even if she seemed like a very kind person you had to remember that looks and actions could be very deceiving.
With a mental pat on the back you started walking up the path to the looming hotel, so far it actually did not look even remotely inviting enough for one to think âHey! I want to get rehabilitated there and become a better person!â
It was the opposite even, there were eyes on some weird tent looking thing that was connected to the building itself the dead trees beside it were scary and the twisting âpolesâ of the âtentâ were weird and off putting you werenât even going to mention the fact that there was a part of a locomotive placed on top of another sign that said âHappy Hotelâ nor that there was a staircase leading to nowhere or that big piece of a ship that hung out at the right side of the building, it made your eyebrows goo up for a second.
Though you waved those thoughts away and looked at the brighter side of things, your (hopefully) new friend Angel Dust was in there, the small lanterns were actually pretty cute and the coloured glass made everything else just seem like a weird nightmare that you couldnât explain. And the fact that Angle Dust was inside there! (despite having already mentioned him) You really wanted to meet him again after your âsecondâ meeting when you drove by the car on your bike, he seemed way more pleasant then.
It was just after then that you noticed where you stood, there right in front of you stood the door to the interior of the Happy Hotel and your (once again) hopefully new friend Angel Dust and the people who ran the Hotel.
Your hand raised, forming a fist that was ready to knock, despite it being a hotel you really did not want to seem disrespectful, it took a few seconds before you actually knocked.
You straightened your spine, put your hands interlocked behind your back and put up a lovely smile to hide the nervous jitters in your body when you heard soft footsteps heading to the door.
The door opened and to your surprise it was Angel dust that opened the door, one of his hands holding some sort ofâŚsomething.
At first he looked absolutely disinterested but once he got to see that it was actually you he got a smile on his face, or a smirk, it was actually quite hard to see the difference.
âToots! I canât believe ya actually got here! I though youâd be dead by now!â
With the most offended look possible you looked at him, he merely shrugged and took your arm to drag you inside while closing the door behind you with another free hand.
âGlad ya could make it! I wanted ta ask ya somethinâ you know, about your nice new bike that you can take me on a ride with, if you catch my drift Ha! Or if ya wanted ta do business here I wouldnât mind.â
He said as one hand went to the back of your neck and the other stroked over your waist. Smiling politely you took them both off you, put a hand in your pocket and took a few bills you found somewhere. (read: stole from one of the demons you asked the way to)
âHere, Iâll give you this and you donât suggest that again for the next few days. That sound good? Great! Anyway, I just wanted to say hi again and look at the âHappy Hotelâ I saw on the news.â
Angel dust kept silent while you spoke, just blinking at the small wad of cash that you had given him without any other expression on his face. His eyes moved straight to your as they grew big and all cutesy like. âWhy thank you so much toots! Now I know what I need ta do when I need some extra cash! Iâll just ask you! Ya got some more?â
His hands turned you around and moved your arms and legs up and down as he searched for some more money.
Your smile turned a little less pleased, more strained as your eyes narrowed. With pinched fingers you took hold of one of his gloves.
âSorry Angel, thereâs nothing more for you. Howâs about you let me go now?â
With a roll of his eyes he let you go and walked away, waving a hand in the air next to him to beckon you to him when he went to sit on a couch in the Hotel.
âFine, fine. But ya know Iâm always available. Anyway, I wanted ta speak to the newbie here in hell ya know. Besides, you promised me somethinâ right?â
Once again back to your normal self, you went to sit next to him. Hands neatly on each other on your lap.
âWhy yes I did! The new house I got isnât really fancy but I think it could use some of your advice you know. Youâre the first person Iâve met and I wanted you to see it! What do you think about it?â
While Angel Dust was thinking far too long for an answer you took notice of the two other people inside the room who had finished speaking to each other were now looking at you.
Sheepishly smiling you waved at them, while the one you identified as the princess of Hell happily  smiled back at you, it was quite obvious that her friend seemed suspicious of you with the way she narrowed her eyes.
Charlie, the princess, skipped to where you sat as she dragged the other with her with a big smile.
âHi there! Iâm Charlie and this is Vaggie! Are you here to check in? if so then thatâs amazing because weâve been kind of worried that we wouldnât get any customers after you know hat happened but Iâm really glad that you wanted to come here!â
Slightly hesitating you stuck out a hand while your mouth opened uselessly.
âAh, well no. You see, Iâm here for Angel Dust, not to check in the Hotel, sorry. Perhaps some other time?â
At your mention of just being here for Angel dust, Charlie slumped down with puppy dog eyes and a small pout before coming to the conclusion that you came for not only Angel but his services as well.
âAh, wellâŚ. We donât uh, really let that happen here you know besides the Hotel is for redemptionâŚâ
Standing up with panicked eyes while waving your hands in front of you your head.
âNo no no! Youâre wrong! Iâm just here to talk, not forâŚ.that. I uh, just needed to discuss something with him. No sin stuff happening.â
She loosened up a bit at your answer.
âAnyway, Iâm Y/N. Nice to meet you Charlie, Vaggie.â
Putting your hand in front of you, you waited for a handshake. Charlie gladly took your hand while Vaggie hesitated a bit.
Charlie eventually excused herself and Vaggie went to sit on a small couch away from Angel Dust and you.
âSo, Angel. Do you want to come over some time?â
At the mention of his name, Angel looked up at you, he merely blinked at first but then quickly put on a smile/ smirk.
âWhy I sure did toots! Iâll take ya up on your offer, might as well you know.â
With a happy smile you took one pair of his hands in yours.
âThatâs great Angel!â
The front door opened once again as Charlie walked inside with a very sad face, with closed eyes she leaned against the just closed doors.
Just after a few seconds someone knocked loudly on the door.
Curiously you saw that she opened the door, and seemingly trailed her eyes over someone who was dressed in some sort of familiar red suit. When she made eye contact with the person he yelled.
âHEL-â
Startled over something she closed the door immediately, looked to the side and opened it once again. Letting the person finish his one word.
â-LO!â
And yet again Charlie closed the door, your face scrunched up in confusion.
With wide and panicked eyes she looked over to her companion, Vaggie.
âHey, Vaggie?â She slid over to Vaggie, who had her hand on the front of her head, she probably had a headache from what had happened.
âWhat?â It was very obvious that she was tired.
Charlie put her pointer fingers to the sides of her mouth, mimicking a big smile and pointed with finger guns at the door.
I know i have taken my time for a new update so iâll be very honest with you all.
I was making chapter 4 but halfway through i was not happy with what i wrote, so i deleted the chapter and iâm rewriting it at this very moment!
I hope you can wait a little longer! I apologize for the already long wait!
Bakugo kept silent, seemingly looking at you with some sort of a disgusted expression on his face.
Seconds later he just continued walking as if you hadnât said anything to him, now that you looked at him properly you could defiantly see some sort of a conflict on his face, not because he was thinking to be angry at you or to be repulsed, but because it seemed that he had heard something that made him think some things that he hadnât thought about before.
Your attempt at a conversation was long gone and you had given up after your first try, you knew he would most likely ignore what you said again, if what you just saw was any proof of his personality and the way he acted in the games.
Eventually you both reached the visitors entrance.
âAlright, this is where youâre supposed to be. Donât go where youâre not allowed to go anymore, next time I wonât be there. The names Bakugo Katsuki, you better remember it.â
With his final words spoken he went back to his own entrance, lifting up his hand he gave some sort of wave and then shoved his hand back in his pocket.
âRemember my name too Bakugo Katsuki! Itâs Y/N L/N! Just wait! Iâll be in your class before you know it! I promise!
As you walked away you couldnât see the slightly curious glance he sent you over his shoulder, though you were fast forgotten but even then, he tried to remember your name. So he could hold you on your promise.
You tried looking around for your friends from one place to the other but with the amount of people you soon knew it would be useless to keep trying. Eventually you just left to go back to your seats, thinking that perhaps they were smart enough to go back and wait for you there, neither of them had their phone (unlike you, those dumbasses) Â so they couldnât contact you either.
Luckily your assumptions were correct, once you got where you were supposed to be you could see your friendsâ faces turn to relief once they saw you walking to them.
âY/N! Where the heck did you go? We were looking at rubber ducks for like a second and then you were gone!â
With squinted eyes you looked at them, mouth pulled in a way that said âwhat are you talking about? Ducks?â
âLast time I saw you guys we were at the stalls that sold food.â
It was obvious from the way your friends reacted that they most likely hadnât even noticed your disappearance until minutes after the fact. It was kind of disappointing to be honest. At least you knew not to trust on them too much to notice if you ever were kidnapped.
âWow, thanks guys. I mean. Wow.â
They sat down and offered you food with a sheepish smile.
âSorry.â They noticed they said it at the same time and yelled âJinx!â only to have said it once again at the same time. They tried to one up each other but it seemed they were both just as weird as the other, they eventually got creeped out and just kept quiet, all the while you stole the food that they had left unguarded. It needed a safe place, like your stomach. Quite honestly, it was like an endlessly deep vault.
Once the lunch break was officially over and everyone from the public had seated themselves, Present Mic once again took over the role as the main commentator while his partner, Eraser Head, kept mostly quiet.
âBefore we get to the final event, Iâve got good news for all those out of the running! This is still a sports festival, so weâve prepared some recreational activity for all participants! We even shipped in some cheerleaders from America to get you pumped upâŚHmm? Whatâs this?â
Vaguely you could hear Eraser head saying âWhat are they doing?â on the background.
âHUH! CLAS A?! WHY?â He yelled out in complete astonishment.
There stood all the girls from 1-A class, dressed neatly in cheerleader uniforms paired with some very solemn expressions plastered on every girl. Two guys were snickering not so far away from them as they gave each other a thumbs up.
Present Mic soon went back to commentating. âHope everyone enjoys this little recreational competition! Once thatâs over weâre on to the final event! Between all 16 members left from the previous winning teams. Weâll have a formal tournament! A series of one-on-one battles!â
The students seemed to get excited with the news of the tournament, quietly you could hear Ilya remarking that last year it had been foam sword fighting. You knew that if you were there then you wouldâve won.
Just after Midnight explained that the opponents would be chosen by drawing lots, one hand went up.
âUm, excuse me. Iâd like to drop out.â Bewildered everyone turned to look at the boy named Ojiro Mashirao. He explained that he didnât wish to continue as he had no recollection of the cavalry battle, while looking a bit angry at the purple haired boy, and that he wished to have won with his own strength.
After his little speech another boy spoke up, this time from class B, Shoda Nirengeki, giving a smaller explanation but with the same context.
Present Mic (and for once Eraser head) decided to give a little commentary to up the tension within the public.
âWe have a strange turn of eventsâŚâ Eraser continued. âWhat will the coordinator Midnight decide?â
Everyone held their breath for what Midnight would say. It was obvious that most of the public was moved by their, especially Ojiroâs, speech.
âHow naĂŻve and greenâŚâ The expressions of the public changed, sad that they wouldnât get their wish, until she went on to speaking. ââŚI LIKE IT!â
âShoda and Ojiro have officially withdrawn!â
A soft tap on your arm turned your attention away from the ongoing commotion, vaguely you could hear that two other contestants were added in, it was a small girl who sat next to her mother, who was still looking at what was going on.
The girl, noticing that she had our attention went to ask you her question.
âOnee-chan? Why does Midnight say that she likes it?â
A small group of people around you fell quiet and the mother of the girl turned to you two. The little girl still looked at you, hopeful that you would answer her question.
Softly the snickering of your friends was heard, fast you turned to glare at them, bringing your hand to your throat and drawing a line over it. They both stopped and zipped their mouths shut, nodded at you and turned their faces the other way, you could still see their shoulders shaking.
âWell, I have no idea. You should ask your mother. She will know.â
The girl pouted but tuned back to her mother anyway, who glanced at you with a look that said sorry, and asked her the same question.
It was, perhaps, a bit weird. Honestly you didnât mind children, but questions like that were not yet meant for you to answer. At least thatâs what you like to think.
As you looked back to what was going on, you saw the purple haired guy, Shinso, walk away from Midoriya and Ojiro.
The green haired boy seemed a bit startled while Ojiro stood fiercely in front of his friend, seemingly protecting him from the so called danger, Shinso.
Eventually it was time for the recreational activities, it was obvious that not everyone had decided to have some fun.
âUnsurprisingly, Bakugo is not down there. I wonder if he still remembers my nameâŚwouldnât be surprising if he didnât to be honest. Oh? Why is that guy waving?â
The game with the gigantic balls was seemingly done and now there were people running around, trying to get the attention of the public as they held some sort of card in their hand.
The guy that had caught your attention was still there, pretending to hold something on his back. It was very hard to hear what he was saying but you managed to read his lips. âBack.. Backpack? I need a backpack. Oh!â
You turned to your friends, who were talking to each other, and took their attention.
âHey guys, can I borrow one of your backpacks, itâs for that guy down there. I promise Iâll get it back.â
Luckily for you and the black-haired guy, F/N had a backpack with them. They took out the money, drinks and snacks before giving it to you. In the meantime the poor guy hadnât even gotten one response from the public, with a small pout on his face he sat down on the ground.
Having the backpack with you, you walked to the stairs, hoping that you would be able to give it to him in time. Once down you stood at the edge and started yelling to him.
âHey! Hey you there! Look up!â
It took a little while but you managed to capture his attention, his head went left and right looking for your voice before eventually looking right up at your face.
With a big smile you shook the backpack right next to your face, the guy stood up with his own new smile as he ran to where you were.
âI thought you needed this, right?â
Looking very relieved and thankful he nodded.
âYeah! Thanks for that! Iâll give it back after the festival, personally.â
He seemed trustworthy so you readied yourself to throw it down. âAlright then, heads up!â
Right before you could throw the backpack he stopped you with frantic hand gestures while he shook his head.
âNo need to throw, Iâll just take it with my tape!â He yelled back, gesturing to his elbows that looked like tape dispensers.
Shrugging you nodded and held it out in front of you so he could get it easier. Seconds after you could feel it going from your grasp as he brought it down with his tape, safely into his hands.
Unknowingly to the both of you, there were two people spying on you. One with balls as hair and the other with yellow hair and a lightning bolt.
âThanks again! We could meet up at the entrance for the public? Then I can give this back to you?â
You smiled as you nodded to him, your two thumbs pointing upwards in confirmation.
âThatâs fine by me!â
While running back he waved a bye to you.
âWhat a nice person.â
When the activities finally ended it was time for the final battles between the remaining contestants.
The first round was a familiar green-haired boy named Midoriya Izuku going against the mysterious Shinso Hitoshi.
âHey guys! Are You Ready?! Youâve been through hell to get here! But itâs finally time for the one-on-one tournament to begin!â
Present mic spoke some more but you decided not to pay attention as you were more curious in the actual fight that was yet to begin.
Cementoss had also appeared and made the âarenaâ, he sat himself down onto a self-made chair, that honestly looked more like a throne, while Present Mic was speaking about the rules, even suggesting that fighting dirty was not a problem and that âethicsâ currently held no meaning.
Though he still warned that going in for the kill would lead to disqualification, which is why Cementoss and Midnight were there.
It was finally time for the fight to begin, Present Mic had already started yelling his long âREADY?!â but it seemed that Shinso was speaking to Midoriya, it was very obvious that it did to not lay well within Midoriya as his was scrunched up in anger.
At the very moment that Present Mic had yelled his âStart!â Midoriya yelled something to Shinso, that very short second made him stand still. His eyes were blank, as if he had lost something inside him. He didnât move nor twitch at anything that was said by Present Mic as he spoke his amazement of Shinsoâs quirk.
âWe were barely aware this guy even existed, but now⌠He sure is one to keep an eye on!â
A/N: So uhhh, i was writing and i couldnât stop, so hereâs an over 2200 words chapter i guess.
Warnings: Decriptions of murder (twice) some groping (though it ends with death 1)
Prologue/Chapter one, Chp2
Meeting Alastor was quite a surprise. Besides the fact that he was very polite and well-mannered, there was just something not right with him, and you could know because thatâs what other people had with you, just less frightening.
It was just a little while after your small conversation with him and watching the news about the âHappy Hotelâ the princess wanted to open that you decided to continue with your walk around hell.
Everywhere you looked there was something going on, a fight, a hooker doing it with some random demon in the alleyway or just a dead body that was being eaten by the tiny demons that seemed very happy for a meal.
It was pretty chaotic, but you didnât really mind, except the hookers. Please be quit, it was annoying enough that you had a neighbour like that let alone hearing that dumb shit when you just wanted to walk around.
Not that you couldnât silence them, you did that too with that dick from next door, he got what he deserved, perhaps if they annoyed you too much then you could take care of it in the same manner, though that would be impolite but who even cares down here? No one thatâs who.
But enough of non-existent problems, you had a real one to take care of, getting a place to sleep!
âBut first some sort of weapon, like a knife! Canât steal a house or something if the previous owner is still alive right?â
While walking you looked around to see if there was some sort of rich person walking around that could help you in getting you a house, and money, money is very important.
Finally having though of a plan you set it into action.
There you walked through the masses, face insecure, hands in front of yourself, eyes glancing left and right but always looking downwards and making yourself seem smaller.
That would surely get some attention of some dumbass hot shot around these places that was looking for a good time. Well in your case anyways.
While looking you catch the eyes of someone in the reflection of a window.
The sclera of both eyes completely black with red irises, your own eyes went up and down their body as theirs did and you saw that they had S/T skin, their lips a L/C colour and healthy looking H/C hair. Yet as you looked closer you could see that their wasnât like any normal hair, no, it was seemingly floating, looking like a bunch of smoke that stayed together. With every head movement it swayed with it, leaving little wisps of smoke who vanished into the surrounding air and out of their hair poked out two small black horns, tiny but sharp.
And their clothing, oh my, you liked it. It was completely your kind of style, with the same colour shade as most of the surroundings in Hell.
And while it took you a little while, you finally managed to notice that they made the exact same movements as you did! When it finally came trough you felt so stupid, it was your reflection.
Your hand moved up to your face, as you pinched the top of your nose with two fingers, disappointed with how long it took before you noticed your reflection, you felt that your nails were quite sharp, focusing your attention on them you noticed that they had the same colour as your skin and that they were pitch black, like the absence of light, from each knuckle, giving them the look as if they were very long.
Shaking yourself out of your little stupor you kept walking the same way you had planned, before you interrupted yourself with your own reflection.
It took barely a minute of walking before someone already thought of you as an easy prey, for both cash and a little bit of âfunâ as they mostly say.
A loud wolf whistle came from one of the many alleyways, there stood a demon leaning against the wall while smoking. They wore pretty proper clothing and even some jewellery, probably to boast their money.
âCome âere for a second pretty lady. I donât bite, hard.â
Internally you rolled your eyes but managed to stay in your façade with your hands in front of your body and biting your lip as if you were a little afraid you walked towards them and entered the dark alleyway. Surprisingly the sounds that used to surround you on the streets had lessened a considerable amount which was both good and bad.
âLook me in the eyes doll, I want to get a good look before I tear you apart in more ways than one.â
His deep chuckle seemingly echoed around the alleyway.
Obeying to what he said you looked him in the eyes, having managed to moisten your eyes to make it seem as if you were ready to cry.
âL-look, I donât w-want any trouble, i-I donât have any money, IâmâŚIâm use-useless.â You pleaded with the demon who only laughed at your stuttering and how you were afraid of him. It was exactly what he expected of you. A scared new little demon who didnât have anything and couldnât do anything so he could do whatever he wanted with you.
âFilthy piece of shit, just get closer so I can tEaR You ApArt in defiantly more than one way. I need money and I really want to test these nails, well more claws but-. I should continue listening.â
âOhoho, that doesnât matter. Iâll, maybe, let you go if you give a really good time.â
With his hand he beckoned you closer to him and once again you did what he said, with hesitating steps you walked right in front of him. The alleyway wasnât really wide so when you stood there you were almost chest to, well almost chest, he was quite large and broad.
He smirked approvingly at your obeyance.
His hands grabbed your waist as he pulled you against him, one of his hands quickly went towards your ass and the other right above it. He started groping you and inside you felt disgusted but his guard needed to go down just a little bit, just until he closes his eyes.
âYouâre allowed to touch if you want, gives ya higher chances on me not killing you after hahaha!â
And touch you did, but not yet in a murderous way, just a little closer.
Your own hands went up his chest, where one of them stayed and the other went behind his neck, softly grabbing it to bring him down towards yourself.
âC-can, can I at least g-get a kiss?â Pleadingly you looked him in the eyes, once again biting your lip to entice him even more. His own eyes were filled with lust, not a single rational thought was in his mind.
You brought your own lips closer, feigning that you were closing your eyes as he followed your example, when you both almost touched and he had his eyes fully closed you went for the kill.
You pressed your hand, that was on his chest, as harshly as possible forward, dragging it immediately down, leaving tear marks as they started gushing blood.
Your other hand clenched with your nails inward, lodging themselves in his neck, spattering blood around.
His eyes had shot open from your first attack and as they looked at you, all he could see was the gigantic smile on your face that had splatters of blood on it.
âSorry but you see, Iâm a new resident here and I really needed to find a place to live. So why not yours?â
You pushed him aside once he became heavier, with a big thud he fell on the ground, dying as he choked on his own blood.
Your smile had dimmed a little, now only being softly present on your face. Crouching down you looked in the pockets of his coat and pants, finding some keys, a wallet and some loose money.
âIâm so glad you called to me, you know? I wasnât really planning on going in these places by myself, donât want to stumble on a hooker and their client , now would I?â
In the meantime you had taken his jewellery and coat that was, while big, not really filthy, so you took it for yourself as it seemed comfy as well.
âNow I wish to thank you for your cooperat- oh, heâs dead. Now thatâs a pity, I couldâve had more fun! Oh wel.â
With a solemn sigh you stood back up and wiped the little bit of dust from your clothing before putting on your new coat, you were correct, it was quite comfortable and big but that was an added bonus.
You walked back out on the streets, wiping you face with a clean tissue that you also had found in his coat. Others noticed your appearance but didnât do anything about it, most likely already knowing what happened.
Stopping for a second and standing at a wall as to not be in the way of others you took out the keys and looked at them. It was very convenient that he had labelled some of his keys, one of them was apparently a motorcycle, the one for his house was also labelled and with a street and house number, how handy!
âSeems like he really canât remember stuff well. Oh! Maybe he came here with his motorcycle.â
You looked around to see if there was a motorcycle and lo and behold! There stood one, not too far away from the now murder scene. But it seemed as if someone else really wanted it too from the way they tried to break the lock on the wheel.
You stepped closer to them and once close enough to be noticed the person looked up.
âThe fuck do you want girly?â
You were quite annoyed from what you previously had to do so you were a little snappy.
âWhat I want if for you to get the fuck away from my motorcycle and maybe we wonât have a problem if YoU LeaVe NOW.â
Your appearance started changing when you got angry, your hair seemingly moving like a fire bursting a little when you spoke a bit harsher, your teeth got sharper, your voice deeper and your eyes became completely black, leaking some of the smoke that is normally your hair.
It floated down to the face of the demon, who hadnât stood up yet from his crouching position, once he caught a whiff of it he started chocking, grasping at his throat while blood came from his nose then his ears and finally he went silent as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell down with a dull thud.
âThe fuck did I do now? How did- the fuck?â
Demons who had seen the accident averted their eyes and avoided you like the plague.
Kicking the body out of the way you took a key that was labelled âlockâ and took away said lock from the motorcycle.
You sat on the motor and put in the key, readying yourself to leave before you remembered that you had no idea where the house was.
Taking out the phone that you already had unlocked with the (somehow) fingerprint of the now dead guy and already had changed the settings so it took your fingerprint only, you searched for some sort of equivalent of google maps.
Eventually you found it and put in the address from the label, you put the phone on some sort of holder that was attached to the handlebar.
Now you were ready to go, turning the keys you revved the motor and left, your wheels squeaking slightly by your speed.
While riding you took notice of the fact that there was a limousine riding around, looking out of one of the windows was your very first âconversation partnerâ Angel Dust, who perked up when he saw you riding slower to ride next to the window.
Once he had lowered it you spoke your greetings.
âWhy hello there Angel! It is nice seeing you again!â
Angels smiled slightly back and quirked an eyebrow.
âHey there toots, since when did ya get a motorcycle?â
Smiling proudly at the fact that he noticed you gave a quick rundown of what happened.
âWell you see, it had an owner and now I own it. I just had to make some things clear but they wonât ever want this baby back.â
He caught on quickly and let out a small chuckle. âWell Iâd talk to ya more but I got an angry bitch staring at my ass. Come stop by at the hotel and Iâll treat ya to something real nice. If you pay high enough of course.â
You giggled, who knew when he had some more time he could be pretty nice as well.
âAlright, Iâll leave you alone with the rabid dog. The Happy Hotel right? Iâll come in like, minimum an hour, Iâve got to check something, if I like it enough Iâll bring you with me some day?â
Smirking he nodded, probably thinking you wanted to do what he was usually paid to do.
You waved one last time before revving up the gas and speeding by the car.
You almost went by the street but you turned just in time, you drove a little slower and looked at the house number.
When you finally got the right number you stopped and got of the motorcycle.
âNow this, is what I would call a very nice house.â
Sad update everyone, Tama recently passed away⌠An estimated 3,000 people, including railway officials, attended Tama the catâs funeral on Sunday, days after she died of heart failure aged 16. [x]
For those who havenât read articles about it, the local shrine elevated her to a god. Sheâs now the Eternal Stationmaster and patron god of the station.
Nitama, already now a mature cat (born 2010), has a protege named Yontama (fourth Tama, b. 2016). There is no information available for either the physical befellment or tragic self-disgrace which has removed Santama from contention.
okay but actually what happened to santama (or sun-tama-tama, which is her name because itâs a pun on santama) was that she was basically sent to train for the position in okayama and they liked her so much they refused to send her back
âSun-tama-tamaâ (a pun off of âSantamaâ, lit. âthird Tamaâ) was a calico cat sent for training in Okayama. Sun-tama-tama was considered as a candidate for Tamaâs successor, but the Okayama Public Relations representative who had been caring for Sun-tama-tama refused to give the cat up writing, âI will not let go of this child, she will stay in Okayama.â [25]
As of September 2018, Sun-tama-tama is working as the stationmaster in Naka-ku, Okayama and appears occasionally on Tamaâs Twitter account.
Once it had sunk in that you were in Hell you looked around. It struck you that while yes you had seen it already, those bodies just registered in your brain.
All that beautiful death thrown around you, not a single body part was spared, heh more like speared, arms, legs, heads and more of them were everywhere. It was such a wonderful sight for your eyes.
Merely a few seconds after the firework had left, started the demons to come out and walk on the streets.Â
Some were walking around with carts, collecting what could be grabbed easily, leaving here and there some organs laying around for the little critters to take and eat.
Walking closer to a few remains, you crouched down to take the head of one. Bringing it closer to your face you inspected it. It had some fur around itâs face and very sharp teeth, the eyes were rolled back so you couldnât check them but from what you could see, the sclera was red.
Once you stood back up you dropped the head with a disgusted frown and wiped your hands on some clean nearby cloth from another dead body that wasnât cleaned up yet.
âWell then. What a warm welcome I guess.â
As your eyes wandered they saw something fall from the sky. It was like a blue insect, sadly enough he fell onto the streets.
As he was happily yelling.
âIâm alive! IâM ALIVE!â He was ran over by a blood red car.
âHA! Thatâs hilarious.â
Some whiteâŚspider? Thing ? Stepped out of the car, they spoke to the driver through the window, after a small talk he got angry, pointed some fingers and then the driver left.
Faintly you could hear the sound of a car crashing.
The spider looked behind them and saw an automat, you guessed that it sold drugs, because of what was written on the front in big letters âdrugsâ.
They bought some and just as they wanted to open the package of white powder it was snatched out of their hands by another demon.
You heard him yell âHey!â And just after the thief replied âUp yours drag showâ he was crushed by a gigantic piece of rubble that fell from the sky.
So you decided to walk up to the spider, with the most kindest smile that you could form and ask some stuff.
âHello, excuse me.â Uninterested the spider turned your way, with a raised eyebrow he asked the silent question of âwhat do you want?â.
âAh, I was wondering if I was in Hell?â
They smiled, a bit mockingly if you were honest but they answered anyway.
âYouâre right hon! This is Hell. I guess youâre new here, arenât you?â
Smiling you nodded as an answer. Slightly they narrowed their eyes but went back to normal fast.
âLemme guess, youâre thinking that ya donât belong here and that ya should be in heaven? âCus if so, then you better give that up.â
Still smiling you shook your head, your eyes darkening with a knowing look.
âOh, no worries. Iâm pretty sure I belong here.â
Smirking at your answer they decided to end your âconversationâ as the sounds of explosions and gun fire came closer. With a pair of their arms on heir hips, they used the other pair to grab your shoulders and turn you the other way around, pushing you further away from them.
âNow, it was wonderful to meet someone new but I think you should go now. See ya and goodbye.â
Then they walked away, leaving you with a stunned look, vacantly looking out in front of you.
Shrugging you decided to explore Hell, a little further down the street you could see some faint lights and a group of people standing around it. With your interest peeked you started walking towards it, as you got closer you saw that it was a shop called âRadio Hackâ that had a lot of tv screens on display with the news on.
You joined the group and managed to catch the last bit of the news before the break.
âOr should I say no dick?â
The woman spilled coffee on her male partner and spoke that after the break the princess of Hell would come over for an interview to talk about her newest project. From the picture that was displayed you could see that she was, quite happy for a princess of Hell.
The group remained there, waiting until the break was over. Some murmured about a person called Cherri Bomb and something called âturf warsâ.
The break was over and you could see her sitting beside the, who you assumed, princess of Hell.
She spoke how Hell was her home and the residents her people, how she was against the extermination and said that she found a more humane way to lower the population of Hell.
Her idea? Opening a hotel to rehabilitate sinners.
Some around you started laughing softly, talking how she was crazy and that her idea would never work.
âI figured that it would serve a purpose⌠a place to work towards redemption. Yeey?â
She, well now you knew her name was Charlie, seemed to get less confident once she saw that people werenât as excited as she was to open the hotel.
Someone new stepped within the group beside you, faint sounds, like an interrupted signal that came through a radio or something else were heard coming from the new person.
You glanced to them and noticed that they were quite tall and completely dressed in red, in an honestly, quite fashionable way. Even though it looked like it came from a few 50 years or more back.
Looking towards their face you could see that they had a gigantic smile and red eyes that glowed faintly in the shadows.
It seemed that they noticed your staring as they turned their own eyes away from the screens to yours. Trying to be polite you smiled softly and looked back to the screens where the princess was trying to convince people, standing on top of a desk and singing.
The beginning of the song (that came for heaven knows where) was calm and peaceful but as she continued it became more beat up, the music going faster.
Really liking the music you started moving side to side softly but when the guitar came your head unconsciously started nodding along with the beat.
And the only one who noticed was the one standing beside you, looking at you with a slightly amused expression. (as much as extra amusement he could show with that smile that hasnât left his face yet)
Once she was finished it was silent for a little while before people started laughing at her.
The female news anker started belittling her, Charlie defended herself by saying that she already had a client name Angel Dust. The male sitting beside her spoke up about Charlieâs client in a surprised manner.
âThe pornstar?â
The female turned to him, scratching the desk as she remarked. âYou fucking would Tom.â
A very small conversation later they got breaking news, it seemed that Charlieâs client, Angel Dust, had gone to help Cherri bomb in the turf war, completely ruining everything she tried to save.
As you looked closer to the screen you noticed that Angel Dust was the spider you met when you fell down to Hell.
âHuh, talk about coincidences.â
The guy standing beside you decided to try and make conversation with you.
âHow so sweetheart?â
Slightly startled by the voice and the way it sounded, you jumped a bit up, head snapping to the side where they stood.
Getting over it you explained.
âOh, well. When I fell down here, Angel Dust was the first person I spoke to. Funnily, you are the second one.â
Their smile widened, reaching higher to his ears. Your eyes averted for a small second, looking to the tvâs where the princess and Katie, you heard her name passing by, fighting with each other.
Hearing some the same weird noises that you heard previously, alongside another weird sound that you couldnât describe, (hazbin pilot at 24:11 if you wanted to know) you turned back to your conversation partner, who you saw perking back up, looking at you innocently as if he didnât have anything to do with the sounds.
âHow wonderful! I presume you fell today? If so then I hope you had a warm welcomeâ
Out of nowhere you could hear laughing, like from some sort of show, like the Nanny.
Smiling at the small world play and the unknown laughs, you decided that they seemed like a swell person to be around.
âHaha, that is true. You could say that my first time in hell was pretty hot to see. Iâve been here for probably aroundâŚlet me thinkâŚ. Maybe two hours at most?â
You werenât sure why but his mile just grew even more at your answer, though it could be your little poke at Angel Dust in the form of a bad attempted pun.
Once the commotion had finished around the screens you decided that it was time to find a place of residence. Before that you remembered something that you had forgotten to do.
âAh! How impolite of me. I havenât even introduced myself. My name is Y/N L/N. Pleasure to meet you.â
They smiled and put out their hand for you to shake as they introduced themselves.
âAlastor. And a pleasure indeed my dear. Now I apologize but it seems that I have to cut this pleasant conversation short, I have some things I need to take care of you see?â
 Smiling softly you nodded understandingly at his words. He was very polite.
âNo worries. I too, have to go take care of some things.â
Saying bye to each other you saw him walk away.
Your eyes followed after him, and the one thing you noticed.
Was the way everyone, every other demon, big or small, moved out of his way as he passed through. No one daring to come close as they avoided eye contact.
Your previously narrowed eyes went back to normal as you plastered a lovely smile on your face when you saw that he looked back to send you one last smile.
Perhaps he wasnât as trustworthy as he at first seemed.
Chapter three
I just wanted to add a little something. Thanks to @silvernight7â and @putridjoyâ the comments you guys left were the firsts on all the platforms i have this on and they made me very happy.
Iâd like to kindly dedicate this chapter to you two as you both had given me the motivation to write another chapter.
Not to mention the people who reblogged and left hearts, everything i saw made me melt and i canât thank you readers enough! I love you all! ~T.S
