4chan Hazbin Hotel story - anon being an ass part 1

from /hhg/ Helluva Hotel general #678
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>Anon. I'm taking your walkie talkie. You tried to trigger Husk's PTSD by pretending to be a shot soldier behind enemy lines. You worked up Al by pretending to be a policeman on the hunt for a srial kller. You also said hmphbic and hurtful things to Angel.
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>When rooting through an old storeroom for Christmas decorations for the hotel, you come across a box of walkie talkies marked, ‘ALASTOR’S PROPERTY’ and ‘DO NOT TOUCH, OR BE DEVOURED’
>Oh this is rich.
>You could have so much fun with these.
>You spend an hour or so planting the walkie talkies in places they wouldn’t be discovered.
>One amongst a nestle of bottles under Husk’s bar.
>One put with the strewn about radio equipment in Alastor’s drawing room.
>You went a bit further afield for the last one.
>You trekked to Angel’s work, and stuck one in his dressing room.
>You told him it was a mistake to give you that key, after you kept an eye on Nuggets backstage while he was working one night.

>As Husk is serving in the bar for a function at the Hotel, you’re fixing up something inconspicuous for him.
>You flick the walkie-talkie out of your pocket, activate the slider and speak into it.
SARGE! THIS IS DELTA-DELTA! THE EVAC TEAM HAS GOTTEN OUT BUT... I HAD TO GIVE MYSELF UP AS A DISTRACTION! I CAN’T HOLD OUT MUCH LONGER I-
>You mimic gunshots and screaming.
>You watch Husk from across the room, who wasn’t paying attention until now.
>His eyes bug out and starts muttering to himself.
>’No that wasn’t me I- I DIDN’T DO THAT I’M NOT BACK THERE’
>Heads of demons turn and look at him behaving oddly.
>He jumps on the bar, tail smacking against the wood.
>’ALRIGHT YOU COMIE BSTARDS! COME AND GET A PIECE OF ME IF YOU THINK YOU’RE UP TO IT!’
>He draws an M16.
>Hell, where did he get that from? Angel?
>You duck under a table as he starts firing indescriminantely.
>A herd of demons scream and make for the door whilst some try to tackle him.
>He guns those unfortunates down.
>Poor fks.
>You crawl, prone towards the door to the bar.
>A pair of feet step in front of you.
>It’s Charlie.
>She’s in her demon form.
>’HUSK WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?’
>Time to book it out of there.
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>Alastor is sat in his drawing room enjoying his wine amongst company.
>Some sort of bonding exercise according to Charlie.
>She’d noticed that patrons were afraid of him, and wanted to make him less scary.
>So they’d all agreed to spend an evening being in his company.
>Alastor cooked, served up banter, and kept the wine and conversation flowing.
>You wanted no part of it, because you had plans of your own.
>Once upon a time, Alastor had told you about what got sent him to Hell.
>He was a srial killer when he was alive.
>And he told you about his first and last vctims.
>Naturally, you couldn’t let such juicy information go to waste.
>This was about six months ago.
‘Station, this is Patrol Car 713-Echo. I’m following up Case 3C. Yes, those spate of mrders. Think I’ve got a lead.’
>You describe the details of Alastor’s vctims. The way he said he mrdered them, the way he left the body of his last for the Police to find.
>You see his ears tweak. He’s getting nervous. Good.
>Then, you have another bright idea.
>Just once, when Alastor had too much of the wine, he found a box of old photos from his time alive on Earth when he went back up and made a deal with some living schmuck for something. He has his soul now, you think.
>But in that box, there was a photo of him.
>Alive.
>So you describe him.
‘Yes, Station. That’s him. Confirmed. I have him in my sights. Going to execute the warrant. Use the dogs? Right on it.’
>You mimic dogs barking and tearing of flesh.
>Alastor’s done. His smile cracks into a frown. The frown turns to anger. He’s never not smiled when he was angry.
>’Who in the Nine Circles is making that noise? It is. Beginning to. Annoy me.’
>Everyone shrugs.
>’WHERE IS IT?’
>Everyone looks unsettled. Alastor has never behaved like this before.
>’Everybody out.’
>’Now.’
>Garbled radio chatter and his eyes turning to dials says it all.
>This is too fking easy, you think.
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>Angel is at work tonight, or so he says.
>Naturally, you were going to have fun with that walkie talkie you stashed in his dressing room.
>You text him about going out for a drink after work.
>Just something to gague where he is.

>Meanwhile, Valentino is blls deep in your asshle.
>'Angel baby, come on. You know you want this.
>You grunt and refuse to dignify him with a response.
>You're Angel Dust.
>You're wanted and desired throughout all of Hell.
>He may be your boss, but you don't have to answer him.
>Fk him.
>All of a sudden, as things have gone quiet and all you can hear is the clap of Val's hips against your ass, you hear a static chime.
>"God, Angel. You're such a ft. Your Dad was right to kill you because you're such a st, and this is the reason he hates you. He hates the fact his son is a pofter and you don't realise that. You ruined his reputation. Oh, and your toes are fing DISGUSTING, too. I don't know how you stand to see them every day. No one would fk anyone who had digits like you do. '
>The hell WAS that?
>Val noticed.
>'Angel, was that you?'
'Uh, no, Boss.'
>You reply, with trepidation in your voice.
>The static happens again and the mystery voice comes back.
>'You know what? I bet you would just beg to fk me because you're such a whe, you blody fairy.'
>'I'm not taking this sht.'
>Valentino pushes your further onto your dresser and yells at seemingly thin air.
>'HEY! WISEASS! I DON'T TAKE SHT TALKING ABOUT MY EMPLOYEES LIGHTLY! YOU BEST HOPE I NEVER FIND YOU, OR YOUR GUTS WILL BE LINING MY STAGES TILL THE END OF FKIN' TIME, AND I'LL HAVE YOUR OCK STUFFED AND PUT ON DISPLAY!'
>All the both of you hear is a bellyful of laughter.
>'You're such a quer too, bossman. Don't think you're excluded from this discussion'
>'I DON'T HAVE TO TAKE THIS SHT FROM YOU! I WILL FKING FIND YOU'
>'Shut it you piece of moth sht. Go find another employee to fk.'
>'GAH!'
>Valentino finally lost it.
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>Hooo, that was fun.
>You even made Angel cry because of the things you said about his Dad and Fat Nuggets not loving him.
>And Alastor and Husk?
>They were just the cherry on top.
>Baiting those reactions out of those fks felt GOOD.
>You giggle to yourself.
>You'll never let them live this down.
>Charlie sticks her head around the door.
>'Hey, Anon?'
'Yes, Charlie?'
>'Have you seen Alastor's walkie-talkies? I wanted to co-opt them into being used for the staff, but I can't find them. There were... 4 of them I think? They're not in their box.'
>Your blood freezes like ice.
>Shit.
'I dunno, Charlie. I'm sure they'll turn up.'
>She appears again.
>'Well, I hope they do. We already had enough with Husk's little stunt the other week, and Alastor losing his cool at that get together we planned.'
>'Say, how come you weren't at that? I expected everyone there.'
'I was, uh..... BUSY. Yes, um, had to help Niffty with the garden.'
>'But Niffty was there, Anon.'
>Sweat starts to trickle down your temple.
>'There's something you aren't telling me, isn't there?'
>Your eyes dart around, desparate for a distraction.
>'You took those walkie-talkies didn't you? And caused all that mess. We thought it was the intercom system on the blink...'
>Charlie shakes her head.
>'Well, you're grounded.'
>Grounded?
>'You're not to leave the Hotel without an escort, and I'll have someone keep an eye on you at all times for 2 weeks to make sure you're keeping out of trouble.'
'YOU CAN'T DO THAT CHARLIE! WHAT ABOUT MY PLANS WITH CHERRI BO-'
>'They'll have to be called off I'm afraid.'
'But I made a promise to her.'
>'Yes. Before you started messing with everybody.'
>Now.
>Go to your room.
'But I-'
>'NOW!'
>'Yes, boss...'
>You trudge up the stairs to your room.
>Fk.
>But it was worth it, wasn't it?
>Yes.
>Yes it was.

FIN(?)
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>that night, you're awaken by noise
>turning in the bed, still half asleep, you see three figures towering over you, with a fourth one in the background
>even in the darkness, you can make out just who they are
>though you should be frozen in fear, your interrupted sleep makes you grouchy instead
"Oh... Here for retribution, 'ey?"
>the three figures don't reply, but the fourth one does - her voice surprises you
>"I don't believe in paying evil unto evil..." Charlie began "...But I'm VERY disappointed in you, Anon."

>you know you should shut up, or beg for mercy
>but instead, what comes out of your mouth is
"Why? 'Cause I made them face their own sins?"
>you can hear Husk growl, Alastor begin to emit a static whine, and Angel cursing under his breath in Italian
>but what you focus on is the two red eyes with glowing, white irises, staring into your soul
>it's brightest source of light in the otherwise dark room, outshining Al's radio dial eyes
"I thought this Hotel was about redemption."
>you really can't shut up
"They'll have to face their faults and failures. Better sooner than later."
>"Oh?"

>Charlie's voice is eerily calm
>it's cold
>you never heard her like this
>"Like how a certain someone should face the consequences of his own actions, for being a foul-mouthed, gutless coward, after preying upon the pains and fears of others?"
>she's leaning above you, looking right into your eyes
>it hurts
>"A coward, who spent his life behind a monitor, heckling others for his own amusement?"
>God, it hurts
>"A nobody, who's only purpose in life was to become the pain and annoyance of others?"
>why does it hurt so much?
>it's like your...
>your soul
>it's burning!

>Charlie withdraws
>horns out, eyes red...
>gaze as cold as the ice holding Satan
>"Time for you to face your sins, Anon." she says, with a smile in her voice
>it makes your stomach lurch
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>as she passes through the door, she calls back over her should to the three men:
>"Leave enough of him so that he can still reform. If anyone asks, he's STILL grounded."
>grounded
>wait
>you'll have to stay here until you reform
>you'll be helpless
>and these three...

>Alastor's usual grin has been replaced with a snarl
>Husk and Angel are angry, but there's pain in their eyes
>pain that you've reminded them of
>pain that they'll now pass onto you

>as the blonde leaves the room, another voice calls in
>it's Vaggie
>"Twelve hours."
>you quickly realize she wasn't addressing you
>"You get twelve hours." she repeats, and when neither of the men reply, she just closes the door

>leaving you in the darkness, with them
>you'd move, but the tentacles have already bound you
>"Welcome to Hell, kid..." Husk croaks as something wooden - is that bamboo? - clatters in his arms
>as your last act of defiance, you let out the most deliberately tired. bored-sounding sigh you can muster
>your own body calls your bluff, as your breath becomes shaky by the end

>this'll be the longest twelve hours of your damned afterlife
>you regret
>but only that you got found out