Big Brothers is Back - Timeline shenanigans happens

from /hhg/ Hazbin Hotel general #427 and #432
part 1: https://pastebin.com/LwRxTRNH
part 2: https://pastebin.com/7yHcR14j
part 3: https://pastebin.com/AfxC5i7f
Big Brothers is Back - de-conditioning part 1: https://pastebin.com/mW1E0BCD
Big Brothers is Back - de-conditioning part 2: https://pastebin.com/T8gpjxCJ
Dictator charlie dealing with her inner demons part 1: https://pastebin.com/eKiaizwB
Dictator charlie dealing with her inner demons part 2: https://pastebin.com/y2Zrm8e7
part 4: https://pastebin.com/uHK1m26T
DC timeline Octavia: https://pastebin.com/tmxYDp4t
DC what if part 1: https://pastebin.com/pErwRZ58
Dictator charlie - alt-ending: https://pastebin.com/NREXyytV
DC what if part 2: https://pastebin.com/9B0FTHnT
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Should demonology make it impossible for them to become cyborgs, as they naturally regenerate
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Probably yes but this is the bad end timeline of a bad end timeline. We're no longer doing Justice Lords, we're doing Warhammer 40k. The only rules are that everything that happens must be as hopeless and miserable as possible so as to ensure that the audience feels at least a little bit suicidal at the end.
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Speaking of justice lords
>Timeline shenanigans happens
>DC timeline characters pop up in the normal big brother anon timeline where things didn't go to shit
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>Brother Anon keeps having what he thinks are nightmares as Dictator Anon tries to contact him
>All he knows is that he wakes up in the middle of the night to find a fuzzy, distorted image of himself shouting at him
>They're dressed like a cartoon pastiche of the upper echelons of any number of mortal tyrannies that have risen and fallen over the past few hundred years
>They keep trying to talk at length but very little gets through
>But the messages are repeated enough for certain basic ideas to become clear

>D̷O̵N̸T̸ ̴L̸E̸A̷V̴E̸ ̶H̸E̷R̷

>Ḯ̶̹Ť̸͎'̷̗͝S̴̟̽ ̴̢̋Å̴̟ ̵̘̎Ḟ̴Ỏ̴̭O̸̧͂L̶̹̊'̶̮́S̷͍͑ ̸̝͑E̸̡̛R̶̢̉R̴͈̀A̶̦͘N̶̫̆D̴͇̚

>K̸ ̵E̷ ̴E̶ ̸P̷ ̶ ̴M̵ ̵O̴ ̴M̷ ̴ ̵S̸ ̷A̶ ̵F̶ ̶E̸ ̵!̶
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>This time all anon can see is a cybernetic behemoth and its labored breathing
>He hates these dreams more than the other ones
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>The...thing doesn't look like you at all
>It's dressed sort of like the other apparitions you've seen, only gaudier, more ornate
>Either way, not the sort of garb you'd choose for yourself
>The rasping, metallic breathing of the mechanical horror sounds totally unnatural to your ear
>Its eyes look nothing like yours
>One of them isn't even an eye, it's some piece of elaborate optical equipment jammed haphazardly into the skull

>And yet, as you look at it, you can't help but feel a horrid familiarity

>You can't help but imagine what it would be like to have one of your hands cut off and replaced with whatever sort of nightmarish weapon that is
>You can't help but wonder how long you could run with legs that by design, could never tire
>You can't help but picture what you'd see through a mechanical eye instead of a natural one

>You roll over onto your side and wedge your head in between two pillows to block out the rasping and electronic noise

>The nightmare will go away if you just block it out long enough
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>Lilith tosses and turns in her sleep
>Her children, her precious children
>Charlie becomes a merciless tyrant
>And anon becomes her attack dog
>She wants to hold them and try to heal whatever hurt them but every time she tries to grasp them she wakes up
>The dreams and nightmares are almost life-like
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>You stroll through the street markets of Imp City
>Alongside your sister, her girlfriend, and the first sinner dumb enough to check himself into their hotel
>Charlie seems tentatively excited to have you around after your having been so aloof for so long
>Vaggie regards you with suspicion, as she probably ought to. She's a real bulldog when it comes to Charlie, and she's already leapt forward a time or two in the past when you did something to upset her.
>Angel Dust, famed pornographer, winks at you and blows kisses, but it's all for show. Behind his mismatched eyes you see uncertainty. He really doesn't know what to make of you.

>Charlie unlinks her one arm from yours, but keeps the other around Vaggie's, and steers her toward a grill vendor off to the side
>Angel follows along, indifferent
>You trail up the rear, equally indifferent, until the smell of charcoal and sizzling meats and vegetables hits you
>Damn, you're hungry

>You skip up to the front alongside Charlie and put in an order for a little taste of all they have to offer
>Charlie offers to buy, since it was her idea to begin with, but you wave her off
>She'll never admit it, but she's sunk most of her money into what you'd once dismissed as her "ludicrous rehab project"
>And you've kind of been an ass to her for a while now
>The least you can do is pick up lunch
>You confirm your order, hand off your money, and step to the side

>While you wait, you have a moment to crowdwatch

>On the other side of the street, you spot a pair of imps
>A male with curved horns covered in thick black and white bands. White freckles on his cheeks and black rings on his tail.
>He wears a long-tailed coat and a large bowtie, but for some reason you can't help but picture him in heavy armor.
>Armor that doesn't match that which any noble house has ever issued to its infantry.
>And carrying a pole-arm
>Almost like an exterminator
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>His feminine counterpart is generally slim but noticeably wide-hipped
>Not hard to figure out why he'd go for her
>She's dressed in a rather simple outfit, black on black
>Yet for some reason you can't help but wonder what she would look like in the sort of uniforms Via and her family put their servants in
>Or what she'd look like if she was swinging a sword at you

>"Do you know them?"

>The touch of Charlie's hand on your shoulder returns you to the present
>You turn to face her
>Her pale face is curious, but not concerned

>What?

>"Those imps over there, do you know them?"

>You look back to the duo
>From the way they curl their tails, you can tell that they're quite familiar with one another, almost certainly a couple
>That's good to know, though you couldn't say why

>"Should we go say hi?"

>No
>No, no
>You don't know them
>Never met them before
>You really don't know why you were staring
>Other than maybe the fact that they're both so cute

>Charlie smirks and pokes you in the side
>She opens her mouth, probably to issue a tease, but she's cut off as the vendor calls out your names
>The lot of you hustle over to accept the many paper boats loaded with kebabs and vegetables and sauces and various crispy things
>The spider demon's extra hands prove extra handy here

>All four of you meander off to find someplace comfy to eat
>As you stroll, you take a last look over your shoulder
>The two imps are still right where they were
>They look right at you for just a second
>Nothing
>No recognition
>They turn back to each other with no hesitation

>You're relieved, somehow

>For some reason, you know it will be for the best that you never meet
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Unhappy thought: If the Big Brother timeline ended up working out so that Dictator Charlie didn't happen, well that has bad implications for Solagne doesn't it? Like the peaceable, remorseful version in DC is the "swapped" version right? After she broke free of the brainwashing that made her cruel and violent? So if Anon doesn't go to Purgatory, and follows his DC-timeline copy's instructions to "keep mom safe", then that means.......
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...oh no....
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Uh-oh
>This bitch 'bout to be slapped!
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Right?
Even in the good timeline of this bad timeline, not everyone gets a happy ending. Dodging Queen Charlotte's reign of terror means that most of the characters come out okay, but in turn, poor Solagne remains a brainwashed murder machine, and Anon will probably just kill her to keep Lilith from getting hurt, and never even see the kind side of her.
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Or possibly worse
>Anon lets out a pained gasp as he feels the spear enter his body
>He had shoved his mother out of the way of the exterminator
>Lilith holds Anons dying form as the "angel" flees
>(Correct me if I'm wrong)Lilith has lost another child, one more of her spawn dead at heavens hands
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qkj8SOYoym0
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>>(Correct me if I'm wrong)Lilith has lost another child, one more of her spawn dead at heavens hands

I think that happen but it's somewhere in here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lilith
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Also a possibility
>The death of the Magne's elder (only by a few minutes) child draws the rest of the family back together after having grown somewhat estranged
>Lilith is well-accustomed to the pain of lost children; Heaven has already massacred countless lillin and managed to get away with it
>Lucifer is more openly distraught. He'd thought that the cold/hot war between Heaven and Hell was beginning to cool, but the murder of his son proves that things aren't going to get any better
>Charlie is inconsolable. She'd grown apart from her older sibling as time had gone on, but she'd never stopped loving him. Now she'll never get a chance to rebuild those bridges.
>The surviving trio realize they have only each other to depend on.
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is there a possible way to un-brainwashed her & not kill her?
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Probably not. As far as "canon" goes verses the "swapped" version in DC, Solagne is just a violent, emotionally stunted psychopath who hates Charlie's guts and loves killing demons. She has a yandere fixation on Alastor and no healthy relationships with anyone.
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got more ideas how this will go?
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If Anon takes his Dictator-timeline's advice to heart, he
A: Stays in Hell rather than trying to find out what's wrong with purgatory
B: "Keeps mom safe", so he's probably at her side at the moment where Solagne originally caught Lilith alone and killed her
which in turn means he's probably going to directly confront Solagne, to the death.
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>You sit on the edge of the fold-out bed your mother set out for you and tap your foot impatiently
>You look at your watch
>The cleanse is almost over
>Emphasis on almost
>Just a few minutes to go
>But technically, everything in Hell from the first circle to the ninth is still a potential target for the exterminator's murderous hunger for souls

>You look up at your mother, Queen Of The Succubi, as she swishes past you
>She's headed for the balcony, to await the official end of the long day of terror
>Waiting for your sister to signal the end of the slaughter with a display of pyromancy

>Mom
>For crying out loud
>Stay inside
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>Lilith waves her hand at you dismissively

>"It's practically over already, Apple Blossom."
>"I know it's something of a task, but try to stay positive."
>"No matter what they may throw at us, they can't break our spirit."

>You groan internally at your mother's unshakeable positivity
>She's almost as bad as Charlie
>Probably inherited it from her, the way you inherited her looks

>You rise and follow her onto the platform that overlooks Pentagram City
>You're not going to let her out of your sight until this cleanse is over
>You don't really have any real reason for this, but you're going to keep at it anyway
>Maybe this will finally assuage those nightmares you've been having lately

>Good fucking gracious
>The nightmares

>Night after night, horrid apparitions manifesting in your mind, shouting nonsense at you
>Mirror images of yourself, only dressed like a Nazi, or a Soviet, or any number of other vile, gormless tyrants who'd ended up in Hell in short order, gotten a bit too uppity, and then been stomped upon when it became clear they had to be made to understand that their "strength" was only earthly strength
>Your doppelgangers would ramble at length to you
>Most of it distorted beyond comprehension
>Terrifying yet meaningless, as nightmares often are
>But certain phrases managed to cut through after a few dozen sleepless, panicked nights

>"Don't leave"

>"Purgatory is a lost cause"

>And above all

>"Keep"
>"Mom"
>"Safe"
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>Mom props herself up on the railing of the balcony and runs a hand through her hair, between her long crimson horns
>She's relaxed, just lazily waiting for the fireworks
>You join her and tug nervously at your collar
>You're decidedly not relaxed
>In fact, you're on edge, ready to leap at any threat that presents itself
>Paranoia has infested your mind ever since those terrible dreams began to plague you

>But you can't seem to find an outlet for it
>There's nothing out here
>The screams have quieted
>The sounds of carnage no longer fill the air
>The cleanse really is basically over, precise timing notwithstanding

>You look over to your mother with a smile
>Then you feel it falter
>Over her shoulder, you can see the barest hint of a sheaf of gunmetal-grey, crowned with the glow of a harsh, electric blue point
>You shout
>You put both hands around your mother and throw her to the side
>You duck, just barely missing the lethal kiss of a seraphic steel blade

>The exterminator, a member of the sternguard, skids to a halt on the tiled floor of the balcony, and flexes its wings
>Its vivid blue mask flickers through several expressions and random bits of static, before finally settling on a set of crosshairs
>It speaks, the voice somewhat feminine but veiled in electronic noise

>Y̷ ̴O̵ ̴U̶ ̸R̸ ̵ ̴N̶ ̸U̶ ̶M̸ ̶B̵ ̸E̵ ̴R̶ ̵ ̶I̷ ̷S̸ ̷ ̸U̸ ̵P̸ ̴,̶ ̶ ̵Y̸ ̷O̵ ̶U̵ ̷R̴ ̵ ̸H̶ ̴I̸ ̵G̵ ̵H̶ ̵N̸ ̴E̶ ̶S̶ ̸S̷
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As much as I like dark stories, I think we had enough bad ends for a while. Also, we're still not done with "Big Brother's Back" proper (I'm still waiting for you to finish part 4, anon, I can't start part 5 without it), so allow me to turn this around a bit:


>from the depths of your mind, a name emerges
>and on it's tailwind, the cloud of nightmarish visions that hung over your head for the last couple of weeks finally clears...

>...revealing the eye of the storm


"SOLAGNE!"


>the exterminator pauses
>it doesn't stop, like it's surprised by hearing that name
>it doesn't halt, reconsidering it's actions
>it
>just
>pauses

>like a scene from a video

>faintly, you can hear the sound of electricity short-circuiting
>you don't have much time

"MOM, GET INSIDE! GET DAD! SAMAEL! ANYONE!"

>without replying, she clambers back inside, rushing past the now shuddering destroyer
>the door closes, and you exhale

>finally
>she's safe

>but you aren't

>the shuddering had given way to violent jerking, and the joints of the machine(?) is now throwing sparks
>the malfunction is only becoming worse and worse, but something tells you that won't save you
>you have to act fast

>without really thinking, you extend your arm, as a ball of bluish-white fire collects under your palm, turning a deep, alarming red, as, with a flick of the wrist, you send the flare sky-high
>it flies high above the city skyline, in a narrow, tall arch, finally exploding with the sound of a thunderclap and a bright flash of blazing red

>you never had to use this before...
>...but all of you, all four of you, had learned what it meant
>this was your distinct signal, and they knew where they'll find you

>you hope


>as the light fades and the echo dies down, so does the jerking and sparking stop
>the LED mask is blank, and its owner stands still, no longer ready to strike
>unlike you, who's ready for battle, with your horns fully emerged, hands invisibly buzzing with magic
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>then, the mask flares up

>revealing a face

>lit from underneath by blue light, it's expression is calm and stoic
>the display is the most detailed you've ever seen on these beasts
>it's almost like you're looking through the glass viewport


>it looked like Charlie
>almost

>the eyes were lifeless and cold, the light within them a mere reflection of the HUD's faint lighting from within
>her expression, likewise, remained stoic, with a hint of disdain
>she looked straight at you, unblinking


>"G̀r̶eet́i͜n̕g̸s, ͜y̡o͘u̡r ̛m̧a̴jés̛ty̢.̶"


>you didn't flinch
>it wasn't the first time you've heard the voice of the Abyss

>with it's line said, the mask flickered back into it's default expression: a frown, as opposed to the maniacal grins other exterminators sported
>her jagged, spined halo flared up with an internal light, glowing like a filament

>an idea sprung up in your head
>and not a moment too soon:
>seemingly without moving a muscle, she was on top of you, spear extended
>your hands clamped down on the blade, a mere inches from your torso
>DAMN, you should've carried more weapons!

>the seraphic steel bit into the flesh of your palms, drawing blood, and yet, also immediately cauterizing the wounds, before, like a strong acid, it tore them open once more
>it burnt like the fires of Hell, and it took every ounce of will not to scream in pain

>however, strong as she was, you were stronger
>the tip of the spear began to draw further and further away from your body, and you could hear the armor creaking on her arms
>it was tilting upward, rising towards her head

>but you haven't even to quarter of an arm's length, before the mask flickered again, revealing the same, familiar face
>all at once, you paused

>what WAS she?!
>who created her, and why?!

>slowly, the tip began tilt back towards you
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>God, she looked so similar to her!
>had it not been for the shadows around her eyes, and the lack of black skin under her nose, you would've thought you're looking at treason

>but you weren't

>while your sister had always been the flashier of the two of you, when it came to magic, you were no slouch yourself
>though, the ones you used were more often meant to complement hers, in a way
>smoke instead of her wind
>ice instead of her water
>metals and magnetism instead of her meager green thumb
>and, of course...

>you could spot the beginnings, or the mere shadow of a smile, curling onto her lips
>a mocking smirk

>...lightning to her fire


>much like her halo, the veins in your hands slowly lit up, light passing down them like the trailblazing sparks of Lichtenberg figure
>though your palms are still burning, the thorn flesh would actually serve as your advantage
>contact was instantaneous
>you could see the smirk fade from her mouth, and her mask flickered back into it's default expression

>you increased the volts

>between your hands, the blade began to glow
>faintly at first, but soon, a purplish-reddish hue enveloped it, growing orange, then yellow
>the light crept up the handle, reaching her hands
>the sound of searing flesh joined the cacophony of electric short circuits

>you increased the volts, again

>most of the spear was now glowing a bright yellow
>your hands burned, but you felt now pain
>the edge of the blade had become dulled and malleable
>the exterminator was beginning to smell of ozone, her gauntlets glowing like her spear


>no sign of help
>you might be on your own


>slowly, you began to tilt the spear upwards, the metal bending from your efforts
>"Solagne" was throwing sparks again, the sound of searing flesh joining the cacophony of short circuits and the humm of a growing surge
>you applied more pressure, and yet again, more volts
>the spear was now bent at a 30° angle, and you could feel the blade melting
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>yeah, Charlie was always the flashier of the two of you - big, bright fireworks displays, musical numbers, the whole shebang
>you, on the other hand, were the quiet sort
>working diligently, in sinister silence

>and yet, you usually got the same results


>the spear had been bent back by over 90 degrees, and the exterminator was frozen in place, as electricity raked her body, causing her to throw sparks, small arcs forming between the various pieces of her arm, all of which appeared to be heating up in odd places
>her gauntlets appeared to be melting as well, glowing as bright as the spear, with smoke rising out the back
>her mask flickered, the image increasingly distorted

>and then, it fogged up
>or, at least, appeared to...

>with a crackle, it went dark, as it's lower center dulled, and began to melt, blisters forming on the once clear, glassy surface
>you've bent the spear completely, and the molten tip was now inches from her head
>you felt something incredibly hot land by your feet, droplets of fire hitting your trousers and setting it on fire
>in any other occasion, you could've controlled it, but right now, you just had to let it burn

>"Solagne's" gauntlets appeared to have fused to the spear, white-hot, and she reeked of burning flesh
>flames rose from within the gaps of her armor


>and then, the spear melted, the blade flowing out of your hands, and the added weight of the now candle-like top causing it to slowly break in half at the bending point

>in an instant the current was cut
>you felt a kick to your stomach, which sent you hurtling against the balustrade
>you hit your back, hard, but you felt no bone fracture, despite the strength and deliberation of the kick
>you tried to prop yourself up, but you flinched from the pain - the burnt, thorn gashes of your palm stung
>you were fairly certain they reached down to your bones
>powering through the pain, you stood up, propping yourself up on the stone with your elbows, and looked ahead
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>Also a possibility
>>The death of the Magne's elder (only by a few minutes) child draws the rest of the family back together after having grown somewhat estranged
>>Lilith is well-accustomed to the pain of lost children; Heaven has already massacred countless lillin and managed to get away with it
>>Lucifer is more openly distraught. He'd thought that the cold/hot war between Heaven and Hell was beginning to cool, but the murder of his son proves that things aren't going to get any better
>>Charlie is inconsolable. She'd grown apart from her older sibling as time had gone on, but she'd never stopped loving him. Now she'll never get a chance to rebuild those bridges.
>>The surviving trio realize they have only each other to depend on.


In the islamic lore part of the wiki (i think) it said that lilith would take the shape of the wife and fuck her husband and then give birth to a demon, which she(or was it the wife?) Would hate afterwards
>Lilith hides her grief well
>But losing her son was different from her other lost children
>He was her only SON
>Her son that she had with the man she loves
>And now he's gone forever thanks to Heavens treachery
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Well, I guess thats what you get for being a slut.
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bruh
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>Exists since the dawn of humanity
>Obviously doesnt have lovers over the millennia
Also i think it was a whole "oh you didnt do X Y and Z to protect your marriage? Gotta fuck your man now i guess dumbass" kind of thing
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>>Exists since the dawn of humanity

I don't still get that, if god is this all understanding & good being... then why the fuck he did that & kill so many kids and more.

what the fuck
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>if god is this all understanding & good being... then why the fuck he kill so many kids.
He warned the Egyptians multiple times but they didn't listen.
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that is true

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plagues_of_Egypt

but still, that is fuck up.