4chan Hazbin Hotel story: Charlie Kruger

from /hhg/ - Hazbin Hotel General Thread #167 (aka #170)
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>Be you
>High schooler in some midwestern town in bum-fuck nowhere (Pretend he's just turned 18 or something, they were teens in the Nightmare on Elm St series.)
>You don't know what ancient gods you angered or what Indian burial ground you pissed on by mistake, but whatever it was you did, karma has come to bite you in the ass.
>In the form of a blonde haired girl dressed as Freddy Kruger who keeps visiting you in your dreams (nightmares at this point), even making appearances outside dreamland.
>And instead of murdering you and your friends.
>Weeeelllllll
>She just does stuff like sing and tell stories, all of which having happy endings of course
>At first you didn't mind this at all, hell, you thought she was pretty cute.
>But her visits became nightly, and it appears she's been visiting other people in town.
>3 guys you knew got sent to the loony bin, claiming "she won't leave us be"
>Realizing she mainly visits you in your dreams, you did the only logical thing anyone would do.
>And that was to stop sleeping period.
>And it worked, for 2 days.
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>But then things changed
>You began seeing her during the day to
>Out of the corner of your eye, you'd catch glimpses of long blonde hair, not long after, you began seeing the hair's owner.
>Then came the singing that would abruptly start and stop at random intervals.
>Then came the light taps on your shoulder
>And books laying around that you'd never think to read in a million years.
>And it only got worse when night came around.
>The happenings only got worse and more frequent
>You swore you could feel her breath on the back of your neck.
>And soon, chugging down 3 cups of coffee just want cutting it.
>Your eyelids began feeling like sandbags.
>And it didn't help that the girl's singing went from hyper, upbeat songs, to soothing lullaby's that no mother could ever dream of mastering.
>"Don't you want to play more Anon? Come on, go to sleep."
>"N-No" you stammered out
>"But I'm spoo lonely, your other friends have died already-"
>Shit what?
>You decided that your room wasn't safe anymore, and that maybe a doomer-esque walk at midnight would feel good.
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>It didn't take long for your "no sleep routine" to rape your life in the ass with no lube.
>Grades began dropping faster than Bill Cosby's pants after drugging a woman
>Your sleep deprivation caused you to start acting odd, which made the friends you had left decide to keep the fuck away.
>Your parents grew increasingly worried, you think they're hiding pills in your food and drinks.
>Now you probably had to stop eating too.
>And of course, low and behold, your torture in physical form kept coming.
>Her name apparently was Charlie, as you learned a few nights back.
>But you weren't having anymore of her shit.
>This was it......time for war

>The traps you set, a massive fail.
>None of them were triggered, and when you tested one of them, it left the living room a mess.
>Now for plan B
>You found the key to a certain cabinet under Dad's chair
>And in your parents bedroom, low and behold:
>Dad's 12-gauge shotgun.
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>You raced out of the house
>You couldn't, not here, wouldn't want someone to walk in on your stunt after all.
>All the while, the appearances got more and more intense
>"Anon, what's that?"
>"Anon, it's that a gun?"
>"Anon wait?"
"SHUT UP"
>You screamed, though now some of the neighbors are staring at you through the windows.
>Oh, and they see the gun
>Damn, now you really had to hurry it up.

>Fortunately that today, the janitor was to busy doing drugs to lock the doors of the school.
>So you ran right in, and headed for the gymnasium.
>This is it, now or never
>You loaded the shotgun, sirens blaring nearby. Meaning that the cops were here already.
>Luckily you locked the doors, so now you had a good 5 minutes to blow your brains out.
>But then she appeared again.
>You were crouched in the corner of the gym, eyes tearing as you raised it to your head
"W-Why??"
>She crept closer, her smile never fades
"Why are you doing this?!"
>5 ft away
"ANSWER ME"
>"I just want to motivate you Anon, if you keep being so mediocre you'll never make it up there"
>She pointed
>"And sometimes, everyone needs a little push now and then"
>You could hear the police beginning to break into the school.
>With only a minute to spare and your harasser distracted, you put it up to your forehead.
>You closed your eyes
>And pulled the trigger
>BANG
>It all went dark as the wall behind you got a new coat of red on it, with some of your brains sprinkled in.
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>You opened your eyes
>You were no longer in your gym
>Now you were in what looked like a city.
>And there's this giant-ass pentagram hovering above the city
>It turns out, you're in hell
>Your mediocre life plus your suicide was enough to piss off Big G, and now you're stuck down here
>But as the hours ticked by, you realized that this wasn't all bad
>For starters, you didn't look like some fursona straight out of tumblr or deviantart
>And also, Charlie wasn't here
>Now you were free
>At last, you were free
>No more singing, no more stories, no more feeling as if you were losing your mind.
>It felt as if a great weight had just been lifted off your body.
>"Anon?"
>.............
>"Anon I didn't recognize you there"
>No
>No this had to be a mistake
>No way could she have followed you down here
>"Hey anon, I can't wait to show you around this place, I was born in hell you know, oh and now we can hang out forever."
>Your knees suddenly felt weaker than Joe Swanson's
>You fell down to ground and wept
>Your attempts of escape had failed
>Now, you were stuck with Charlie Kruger for eternity.
>No more video games
>No more Friday night parties
>Now was the age of Harry Potter book marathon (only the 1st book)
>Now was the age of endless show tunes
>She was currently rambling about some hotel she recently bought, but that mattered little to you as you continued to cry.

>The End

Hope you guys liked this short story, was based off a small green last thread where instead of the hotel, Charlie visited sinners in their sleep to redeem them.