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Fandoms: Owl House, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Disney, MLP, TADS, TFC
Darkness. All around, there's nothing but darkness...
I slowly open my eyes and see... I see a blood-red sky... But why is the sky red?..
There's a slight weight on my neck. I sit up. I think... I think I'm in a city... And it seems like Hell...
I went to Hell.. It was expected.. I was a serial killer and a cultist..
A strong heaviness was felt on the neck..
I reached for my head, but instead... There was a TV? What the hell was that? Oh, shit...
No, no, no, no, no, no, no...
NO!
I grabbed this TV, trying to take it off myself, but I couldn't. He brings it to me...
I slowly gave up and lowered my hands.
Standing up, I looked around, trying to figure out which circle of Hell I was in. There were buildings, clubs, and bars everywhere. There were no boiling cauldrons or torture devices, at least not in place of the buildings..
Looking into one of the store's windows, I appeared there. I began to examine myself, and now I had a retro TV instead of a head, cute antennae on my TV-head, and bright blue claws on my arms. I was still wearing the clothes I had died in, and my jacket's lapels were stained with my blood...
Remembering my death, I shuddered. I didn't want to think about how the great Vincent Whittman ended his brilliant life and career because of a TV that fell on his head..
In the reflection of the shop window, I saw clouds gathering, but they were a poisonous, acidic green. It couldn't possibly have been ordinary rain in hell. I quickly went under the awning of the store whose display case I'd used as a mirror.
Thunder rumbled and rain began to fall, also a bright green color. The street turned out to be deserted.
The rain began to intensify and clearly wasn't going to stop for another fifteen minutes. I sat down on the sidewalk and began staring at the clouds out of boredom.
An hour later I started to feel sleepy, I put my head on my lap and fell asleep
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*time skip*
In my sleep, I felt someone gently shaking me, trying to wake me. Opening my eyes, I saw her, a beautiful creature, with such deep, kind eyes, long, thick hair, and cute deer ears. She was squatting in front of me, trying to wake me, holding an umbrella in her other hand.
I stared at her, and all my mechanisms, circuits, and wires started to burn. Am I in love?.. Already?.. In hell?.. Wow...
I realized I was staring, and then I stood up, she stood up too, but with some special gentle grace of her own..
- I’m Vincent Wittman.. And what’s your name, beautiful lady? - I mentally scolded myself, thinking that I had started the acquaintance somehow incorrectly.
- My name is Y/N... - she answered, and adjusting the umbrella in her hand, she asked, - Are you new here?.. Well, I mean in Hell...
- Your name is simply wonderful... - I was so focused on her name that when she asked me a question, I became confused and froze - Y-Yes... I've only been here for a few hours... - I mumbled
- Let me take you to a bar nearby? You can wait out the acid rain there, otherwise it will continue all night..- she said to me tenderly, and I agreed as if hypnotized.
She slightly raised her hand and I bent down a little and went under the umbrella. Then I realized that I was taller than her, and Y/N would most likely be uncomfortable walking with me.
- Let me hold the umbrella? - I suggested, and she agreed.
And oh, my Almighty Powers, my now mechanical heart simply burst with happiness and love. The mind that told me she was a stranger simply switched off, and now, with her, I did everything at the call of a strange love for her.
When we reached the "Drink or Die" bar, I felt a little uneasy, but since Y/N was walking so calmly, it must have been the name that was so scary, the atmosphere was probably more comfortable than the street for sure
We hung our coats on the coat rack and sat down at the table. Apparently, she often helped newcomers to hell.
I looked around; the atmosphere in the bar was truly pleasant. Warm, subdued lighting, red velvet sofas, the smell of wood and whiskey. There were other patrons, of course, but it was unusually quiet; no one was fighting, everyone was simply enjoying a moment of peace.
- Here.. Here.. it's cozy.. I didn't expect this from Hell.. - I said, turning to Y/N
- What did you expect? Pots of boiling water? - she answered me, laughing quietly
- Well, yes... - I nodded, slightly blushing from embarrassment.
- It’s okay, I also thought it was a desert with lava here.. But it’s just a big city, if you adapt, then in principle you can live... - she said, noticing my embarrassment.
- Seriously? Is it possible to live here? Well, live normally?.. What if I get a cold? Cancer, for example, or diabetes?.. Are there hospitals here?.. - I asked, because at that moment the idea of hospitals in hell seemed somehow absurd to me.
- Don't worry, you won't die so easily in hell, in order to die you have to be killed by exorcists who conduct annual sweeps in the Circle of Pride, at this time it's better to stay at home if you're not a ski killer. And there are hospitals, not like in the circle of Laziness, but still..- she informed me
- Wow... You seem to know everything about hell, but when did you end up here? - I asked, genuinely curious. I wanted to know more about her and hoped to become friends with her. Although, given how kind and trusting she was, it would have been easy.
- I’ve been here since the thirties, - she answered me calmly.
There was silence between us, I didn't know what else to say to continue the conversation.
- You know, I was a TV host in Manhattan, and then I got this same channel, - I said, leaning against the table.
- On TV?.. We don't have many TVs here in hell.. - said Y/N - Tell me more about Earth, how is everything there? Has it changed?
- Yes, of course! - Hurray, a topic for conversation. I started telling her about the Earth, about televisions, channels, about my work.
We sat like that for almost an hour and a half. And my gaze fell on her long hair.
- Listen, I know this is a strange request... But can I braid your hair?.. - I hesitated, imagining how I would look from the outside, but what's done, or rather said, is said.
- Okay then... Do you know how?.. - She didn't have time to finish as I already nodded
She turned her back to me and I took her hair in my hands as carefully as possible and began to braid her hair.
I gently ran my fingers through the strands of her hair.
After ten minutes, I had a beautiful braid. Y/N was delighted, her eyes sparkling.
And I was proud that I was able to impress her and make her happy at the same time.
Perhaps that's when our friendship began. We hung out for a long time, and then I met Alastor. He was also friendly, but not as friendly as Y/N, not as sincere, so I tried to be wary. But these two simply charmed me.
I will become more active by the summer, so please write your wishes and orders. If no one objects, I will continue the mini-sketch "Yander Adam." Thank you for not forgetting me, as I have not been active for about six months. You can also write about the Yander novels "Circus of Freaks" and "My Dear Hatchet Man" on the order table.
• Vox was shocked, to say the least. He hadn't expected women to have "menstrual periods" in hell...
• At least Velvette never mentioned it. And if she was in a bad mood, Vox blamed it on the loss of the models.
• However, Vox quickly came to his senses (he's in his 30s or 40s, after all, and he knows this life) and became overprotective.
• Vox didn't attend the Lords' meeting because his beloved Y/N started acting up and being moody.
• - Y/N, honey.. I can't adjust my internal electronic circuits to make the sound quieter.. You know that doesn't work..
• He's trying.. He's trying, damn it, if you're tense, so is he...
• There won't be a trace of the powerful media mogul once you've kicked him out the door, offended by the fact that... You haven't yet figured out what you're offended about, because of him.
• - Y/N, damn it! I'm trying, but there are no blue ice cream-flavored bananas in hell!... How about I just bring you some ice cream?
• Vox, despite his status, does everything to make you comfortable. He's even willing to build you a shelter out of pillows and blankets. Just ask: if you want wine, wait a couple of minutes, and it's on its way; if you want a movie, choose from the entire cinema at your disposal!
𝚂𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑 (𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢):
-Y/N, baby.. Are you feeling better? - Vox's voice came through the speakers in your apartment. He had been monitoring you through the cameras, and the video showed you curled up on your bed, surrounded by pillows and plush toys.
Vox was sitting at his desk in his office, which was filled with monitors connected to all the cameras in Pentagram City. But the monitor showing you was more important to him than any signs of Radio Demon or Valentino's tantrums.
When Vox realized that you were asleep, he calmed down a little. If you're asleep, it means everything is calmer, and if everything is calmer, it means the pain has subsided and you're feeling better.
Vox pushed off the table with his foot and moved his chair away from the monitor table, simultaneously pulling out his phone.
Vox typed "Menstruation" into the search bar and started looking online for ways to help girls feel better during this special time. He knew about this life, of course, and he knew what was going on.
But you were his obsession, his everything, and he could have let his partner suffer, but that partner was you.
When Alastor roughly pushed you out of the basement, your foot caught on the carpet and you almost fell.
-I knew you were a curious creature, but I thought you had enough sense not to go into a serial killer's basement... - Alastor looked at you with anger for the first time. He clearly didn't like the fact that you were helping a man. In his house. A burning jealousy flowed through his veins, a feeling he didn't fully understand.
-Will you say something in your own defense? - His patience was running out.
At that moment, the mask of the olfactory radio host cracked under the emotions of an unstable soul. His once-kind smile began to turn into a feral grin.
- yes. I'll tell you! Even though I'm here, in your captivity, I won't let you hurt people! I'm still a law enforcement officer! - you said, crossing your arms over your chest and defiantly looking at the man in front of you. Despite the outward bravado, inside you were trembling with fear, you couldn't know what he was capable of doing to you, and it scared you.
-Fine.... - murmured he, running his hand through his brown hair, ruffling it. In fact, he thought you would shut up, or be scared, or run and hide... But you, you just answered him, challenging his controlling nature. Despite how refreshing and new it was, Alastor didn't like the challenge.
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A few hours later, the moon rose. Despite today's warm April morning. Snow and rain fell at night, and the wind hummed outside, shaking the tops of the perennial trees.
Alastor gave you space and left you to spend the night on the couch in the living room. He locked himself in his room and probably slept. You don't know. The room was quiet, as if no one was there.
You quietly got up from the couch and went to the window. Looking out, you noticed a little fawn, hiding in the bushes, right near Alastor's house.
When Vox reluctantly loosened his grip, you stepped away from him, still wanting to leave.
-Beautiful design, Vox. Did you create it yourself or did someone help you?- you asked, trying to break the awkward silence.
-No, no, my dear. I created and designed the entire thing, - the demon declared proudly, visibly perking up and delighted that you'd begun to show interest in VVV, even if only for its design.
-How wonderful, you definitely have taste,- you complimented him as you walked towards the exit.
- Well, what's there is, right? Bambi? - Vox's screen began to glitch and freeze from excitement.
-Oh my God! You're sick, I'll go get one of the TV workers! - As you were heading out the door, you stopped a random demon, who, judging by his uniform, looked like a VVV worker.
- Wait, Vox is in trouble, his monitor is freezing - you looked towards Vox's office - And it's smoking? ... Anyway, go help him? Okay?
The demon nodded and headed to his boss's office while you went outside.
The air of Pentagram City was thick with sulfur, smoke, alcohol, and other nastiness.
The scarlet sky was very different from what you were used to on Earth. How much had passed since your arrival in Hell? A hundred years? But you still couldn't forget that beautiful, soft blue sky.
You sighed and headed towards the Hazbin Hotel. You could have teleported, of course, but... Something inside you didn't really want to. So you decided to walk.
Walking past the bloody "Cannibal Town", where bitten off and gnawed organs and limbs of demons were strewn everywhere, you noticed a red van with the sign "Hell Mail" passing by.
Then Charlie appeared out of nowhere, and as she was jumping off the red van, she slipped on someone's intestines and started to fall.
From Charlie's perspective:
- Fuck! - I screamed when I felt someone's organs step on me and they slid along the sidewalk, leaving a trail of blood behind them.
I braced myself for a few seconds, squeezing my eyes shut. There was no impact, and I opened my eyes to see Y/N holding my jacket sleeve, preventing me from falling.
- Oh.. Y/N.. Hi.. Long time no see, huh? - I said blushing furiously.
-Yes, for a very long time,- she said with a smile, rolling her eyes.
"Oh, my father, Lucifer! How beautiful she is! I could carry her in my arms!.. Like my second bride! My parents, of course, told me that when I became the ruler of Hell, I would need to have a husband or wife. But they didn't say that there could only be one husband, did they?" thought Charlie is still hanging on at Y/N's expense.
Y/N pulled Charlie towards her and shook her slightly.
Third person:
- Hey... Charlie, is everything okay?.. - you said, watching her come out of some kind of trance.
- Oh... Yes, I'm fine, sorry... - she said, standing up straight.
-Where were you heading? - you asked, heading towards the heavenly embassy, following Charlie. Charlie immediately perked up and said that she was going to meet with the leader of the exorcist army, replacing her father.
-Do you want to come with me? - the princess suggested when you reached the elevator.
- Okay, let's go... - you followed Charlie into the elevator, afraid that she would do something.
When you arrived and the doors opened, you and Charlie found yourself in a spacious room that resembled a church. Rows of pews lined the room, large windows, and beyond them, an endless blue sky....
As you looked around the room, out of the corner of your eye you noticed something golden and holy flying towards Charlie.
Your eyes widened and before you could even yell "Stop," Charlie signed something, and it turns out that glowing ball was some kind of parchment.
-I doubt that was a good idea - you said, approaching Charlie. Charlie blushed.
Charlie shrugged, as if she truly believed she had signed something innocent.
Moving further into the office, the walls were covered in gold.
-Is anyone here? - Charlie asked, looking around. You were just trying to see something in the dark.
-Hi! - The room suddenly lit up. Charlie fell over with a cry of "Oh, shit," while you simply turned in the direction of the voice, your pupils narrowing from the sudden flash of light.
- Oh... Hello - Charlie began, getting up from the floor and adjusting her bangs - I'm Charlie, my father planned a meeting... - she continued.
-Yeah, I know - the man said, eating pork ribs. You winced at the sound of him chomping, but didn't show it.
- Well... Nice to meet you... - Charlie said, holding out her hand.
-Me too - the angel extended his hand for Charlie to shake, but when the princess tried to touch his hand, hers went right through his. Charlie, frightened, froze in bewilderment, and the angel giggled, adding, - Ha! I fucking beat you - He turned to the masked girl behind him. - Did you see that, fuck?
The girl nodded without any emotion. And you frowned, looking at all this.
- Oh, so you're not here? - you finally asked, the man turning his attention to you and grinning widely.
- Yeah, baby, you're right, I'm not here.. I like your songs - he leaned towards you, and although it wasn't visible through his slingshot mask, he blushed a little - Don't get me wrong, but you have everything so uuuuu and baa ...
- Oh... I understand... - you said sarcastically - So, I'm glad that you found time for a meeting, I want to introduce you to one project that we are working on... - but then the man interrupted you.
The tall angel stood up and walked around you, standing behind you, putting his hands on your shoulders, kneading them.
- Wait, wait... Wait, why don't we get to know each other better? There's time, - said the angel.
-We can have lunch, - said the man, presenting you with ribs on a plate. - My favorite.
- Thanks, but no thanks... - you and Charlie refused lunch.
At this time at the hotel:
-So guys, while Charlie and Y/N are gone, we're going to film a commercial, and a commercial that will make everyone understand that we're not just sitting around doing nothing! - Vaggie said, pacing the hotel lobby, but then she got a call and walked away.
Opening her phone, Vaggie saw a call from a contact with your photo. She accepted the call and saw you looking confused.
-Oh, hi Y/N, how's the meeting going?- Vaggie asked, happy to see you.
-Wonderful... wonderful... yeah, fuck... - you said, turning away to watch Adam tell his intimate adventures - How are you doing there?..
-We’re planning to shoot a commercial, just don’t tell Charlie! -Vaggie giggled, feeling how much she missed you.
-Okay, okay...- you answered, rolling your eyes playfully.
- Oh... Y/N, while you're still here, can you conjure a camera... A video camera... - Vaggie asked, and immediately a video camera appears from the cloud [your favorite color] - Shine! Thank you!
- No problem, bow - you told her with a wink.
Vaggie blushed, feeling the warmth spreading between her thighs... After saying goodbye, Vaggie rang the bell.
TW: Horror, Halloween, thugs, cigarettes, theft, autumn, rain, night, movies, The Scream, fear, sleepover, screamers, cannibalism, parents left
It was autumn. October. It was October thirty-first – Halloween. It was raining, and Y/N and Maxim's parents had gone to their grandmother's.
You were sitting on the living room couch watching "Transformers" with Maxim. You, Katya, and Polina had planned a sleepover, so you patiently waited until nine o'clock to send Maxim to bed.
-That's it, Maxim, turn off the TV. It's already eight forty-five, time to sleep,- you said, getting up from the couch and stretching.
-Oh no.. -Maxim whined, reluctantly turning off the TV and going upstairs to his room. - Good night....
- Good night..
You made the sofa, read a story to Maxim, and waited for him to fall asleep. Walking down the hallway, you glanced out the window and stopped to watch the scarlet leaves fall.
Half an hour later, the girls arrived. You settled into the living room, on blankets and pillows. Katya told you dirty rumors, which made you and Polina feel a little disgusted, having learned your classmates' dirty secrets.
- Did you know that some fifth-grader... I think Vova Tsvetkov from 5A... called Pyatifanov to a showdown... - said Katya grinning. - Poor Vova, he doesn't even know how many bones they'll break - Katya said with feigned concern.
-It's so awful, what's the reason for all this?- Polina asked, slightly frightened for the boy.
- As far as I know, Tsvetkov owes something to Roma- you answered Polina.
- Typical asshole Romka... - Katya snorted.
There was a sharp knock on the door, and the girls jumped in their seats. They weren't expecting anyone; Maxim was home.
-Are these thieves..?- Polina said in fear, getting up.
-I don’t know..... -said Katya, getting up from the floor at the same time as you.
-Thieves wouldn’t knock,- you said, walking to the door and opening it.
You and the girls were very surprised to see Roma and Byasha battered and disheveled. Bruises were visible on their faces, their pants were disheveled and torn, and Roma and Byasha themselves were out of breath.
- Oh... Hi Sinitsyna... Do you mind if we come in...? - asked Roma, leaning against the wall next to the door.
-What happened to you? Did you steal cigarettes from the store again? - Katya asked, grinning and peeking out from behind you.
-Shut up, na... - Byasha replied breathlessly. -We were going to this meeting behind the garages, na... And this little brat came with his dogs... Well, and so...- He pointed to the torn pants at the ankles.
You silently stepped aside so they could enter, and that's what they did.
The boys sat silently on the sofa, taking off their jackets and hats.
- You, forgive us for coming so abruptly and without an invitation... - Roma said to you. - Your house just happened to be closer than ours... - Roma lied.
-It’s okay - you said, closing the door while the girls looked displeased at the intruders on their bachelorette party.
- Ugh... I've always disliked dogs... - said Polina, walking up to them and putting plasters on their scratches.
You sat and chatted about everything under the sun. Roma and Byasha weren't averse to hanging out with you, and you, too, thought the more people there were, the merrier. Unlike Polina and Katya, while Polina was nicer to the boys, Katya was always teasing them.
The witching hour has arrived.
-Let's summon someone? Maybe some spirit, it's Halloween after all...- Roma said, already looking for candles to summon.
- Let's go!
- Hooray!
- I'm all for it!
- Why not?
You went into the kitchen, taking three wax candles from the cabinet. When you returned, you found Byasha already busily drawing a pentagram.
The pentagram consisted of a circle and three triangles within it. When you burned candles and placed them inside the circle.
- Who exactly are we calling?... - asked Polina.
-This is the spirit of a cannibal resident of Leningrad... - Roma grinned, sitting down next to the pentagram.
-A cannibal? - Katya asked, uncomfortable.
-Yeah... I hope he eats you first... - Roma mocked, but you nudged him lightly with your elbow and he shut up.
You started to summon the spirit and you succeeded.
The candles began to fade, the rusty street lights began to flicker and then went out... The atmosphere became tense.
Katya and Polina hugged and shook with fear.
Suddenly, the creaking of pine boards was heard in the hallway. The group of children flinched. The footsteps gradually approached.
- What the... - Katya asked, while you took the candlestick that your mother bought at the fair and put it on the nightstand in the living room.
- Roma... Is this really safe?.. - asked Byasha, to which Roma responded with a nod.
-Do you know how to exorcise a spirit? - you asked, and Roma nodded tensely and awkwardly, hoping to simply sprinkle holy water all over the place.
A shadow appeared in the hallway, and you watched in fear as it approached you. You gripped your makeshift weapon tighter, and Roma his butterfly knife. Everyone expected to see a zombie or a ghost with an axe in his head. But all you and your friends saw was a sleepy Maxim in a nightgown, holding a teddy bear.
You and Katya laughed at the situation. Then the others joined in, and only Maxim didn't understand what had happened.
Guys, congratulations on the release date of the second season of Hazbin Hotel. Besides, I decided to be more active... yeah... So I'll be writing two seasons of Hazbin Hotel at the same time. The Halloween chapter "Tiny Bunny" is almost ready.
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