Alternate Yandere Charlie 2 part 10

from /hhg/ - Hazbin Hotel #352
Yandere Charlie story 1: https://pastebin.com/zvWzN3WC
Yandere Charlie 2 part 1: https://pastebin.com/DZNb3ffx
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Now, part 10 of Alt Yandere Charlie
>(P.O.V: Robert Sickle)
>9 months earlier
>You'd been working at the hotel for a month now
>And things were decent
>The hotel had at least 8 clients, it wasn't much, but it was still something.
>Despite being there for a month now, you still hadn't introduced yourself to your boss, Charlie.
>Though she didn't even know you worked there, and you made sure of it.
>Anytime she'd come by, you hid in either an empty room, or in the basement.
>The reason being she made you uncomfortable
>Probably due to her being one of the two heirs to the throne of HELL.
>And because she could see through any lie you'd try to tell her.
>Moreover, you thought that she'd think you wanted to use the hotel to resume your killings.
>Though you still spoke to Angel Dust sometimes, who surprisingly kept quiet about your presence.
>Currently it was 1 in the morning, and you were just leaving the basement after hiding from Charlie and on your way to the bar.
>Despite it being closed, Angel drunkenly told you about the spare key underneath the rug by the doorway.
>You just made it to the lobby and were fishing for the key now, the rain and thunder being the only sounds you heard.
"Almost there. C'mon goddamnit"
>You grabbed it and smile triumphantly
>"What's up toots?"
>Angel came out of fucking nowhere and startled the shit out of you.
"Can you NOT?"
>"You still have that voice modulator? Give it up already would ya?"
"I can't do that, it's a part of me"
>"Horseshit, you like it and that's all"
"I'm serious, I literally came to hell with it imbedded in my fucking throat."
>Lowering your collar, Angel Dust saw the weird device infused with your flesh.
>"Youch, doesn't that hurt at all?"
"Not a single bit."
>"Well anyway, you hear the news?"
"What news?"
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>"You actually don't know?"
"No, just tell me already"
>"You won't believe it, but a human found his way here."
"Wait, there's a human here? Like an actual living person and not another demon?"
>"Yup, Room 56, so far he's under Charlie's protection. But trust me, I was in the mob, and if you wanted secret like this kept hidden, blood was spilt."
>You knew this already, being a serial killer and all, but you made no effort to tell Angel that.
>You instead went and opened up the bar and walked in
"Any idea how he got here?"
>"Our maid Niffty said he got lost during a hike with his pals, Al may have already eaten them up by now. Can you pass me some wine? Not in the mood for the hard stuff tonight."
>You got a bottle of red wine for yourself, and surprised Angel with a bottle of white wine.
>"Great, thanks Robby."
"No problem, thank Christ we don't have to pay for this."
>"Husk's gone all week, we can just take as much as we want"
>And so, you bid Angel goodnight, and went off to find an empty room.
>As you walked through the dark hallway, you began thinking back to that human Angel mentioned earlier
>He had to of been joking right? Even during its hay-day, people had a hard time getting to the resort thanks to how big the forest was.
>But, people always did find their way here eventually, some of them not ever leaving alive thanks to you.
>And perhaps, this human wouldn't leave either? But would you do it?
>Caught up in your thoughts, you almost didn't see the girl in front of you.
>"Having trouble finding your room?"
>Her crimson hair matching her crimson steampunk dress.
"Uh no, no I'm not a guest. I work here."
>"I don't remember hiring you."
>.........
>The outfit
>The hair
>Pale skin
>Shit
>It finally hit you as to who this person was.
>You were speaking to Charlie.
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>(P.O.V: Anon)
>Present Day
>"Holy crap"
>Garret sounded a little confused, and you couldn't blame him
>You gave him the rundown on your situation starting from your time at the hotel to today.
"That's about it, questions?"
>Garret just looked at you like you were nuts
>"A lot, but first. Let me get this straight, the hotel is infested with demons that killed your two friends, the one running the show not only being the anti-Christ but also has thing for you, and she's now dragging you back through your dreams while this other guy kills people?"
"Yeah, that's it?"
>Garret got up and rubbed his face.
"I told you you wouldn't believe it, but you kept at it, and now you think I'm crazy don't you?"
>"No, no I don't. And I'm being serious to kid, it's just a lot to take in right now."
"So you actually believe me?"
>"It's the best answer we got for these killings, plus the video I saw. And not to mention my own experiences with the place."
"What do you mean your experiences?"
>"Used to live in the same town as that resort was by, went in there for a dare when I was like 8."
"What'd you see?"
>"Well........I saw some like, these shadows."
"Really?"
>"Yeah, creepy as hell, especially since I saw them in the basement, and I saw one of them same shadows I saw in the video."
"Alright, did you tell anyone about it?"
>"Nope, they wouldn't believe me if I did."
"Good point I guess."
>Garret sat back down in his chair
>"So, now what?"
"I don't know, nothing maybe."
>"Nothing? You didn't just say that did you kid? Nothing?"
"I mean it, there's isn't much we can do anyway, what's the difference?"
>"Kid you're saying there's this demon guy out there killing people for fun, and you tell me the best we can do is nothing."
"Does the court charge demons for crimes? Last I checked it didn't, unless the men in black exist, we can't do shit."
>"Do we at least know who he is though."
"From what I've heard his name is Robby"
>"Robby, short for Robert?"
"Maybe? Why?"
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>"Robert Sickle was the name of the Cliffside Resort killer."
"For real?"
>"My father was the one who took him down, he's told me this stuff a thousand times over, I bet it's him."
>That caught your attention alright.
"Well, it still doesn't change the fact that this guy is already fucking dead, and I don't think we can kill him."
>You both went silent, with you trying to see how stopping Robert could be possible.
>When Garret didn't reply, you decided the best thing you could do was leave.
"Well Garret, it was nice having me over. But I'm tired and have to go"
>"But we aren't any closer to stopping this guy."
"Like I said, there's nothing we can do to stop these guys, if one of them can shrug off a point blank shot to the face with a shotgun, what can we fucking do?"
>Before Garret could say anything else, you left.
>Eventually you found yourself at home, getting ready for bed.
>Tonight was just one big mess, one that you doubt even sleep could fix.
>But hey, nowadays, nothing you could do would help.
>So you tucked yourself in bed and prayed to god that Charlie would leave you alone tonight.
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>(P.O.V: Detective Garret)
>Tonight Anon dropped a bombshell of a confession on you.
>And while you sure did know he was involved in this somehow, you didn't have an inkling that it was like this
>Demons, rituals, dreams, serial killers.
>If he had said that there was some new world order bullshit happeneing, you'd have an easier time believing it than this.
>But after what you watched, and the things you saw yourself, you had to believe him.
>One way or another, you were going to stop this, with or without Anon's help.
>And your first action, listening to that recorder, maybe there'd be clues on there to help you.
>So you pulled it out and went to your room, and dug our the recorder.

And that'll be it for part 10, stay tuned for part 11. Which may be sooner, depending on my schedule.