4chan Hazbin Hotel story - Doom text part 1

from /hhg/ Hazbin Hotel general #395, #397, #399, #410, #412 and #413.
part 2: https://pastebin.com/A1e252Qs
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>Why is everything so Godamn pink....
>That spider(?) guy(?) keeps flirting with me and I don't know how to respond
>My legs hurt
>I wish I was shooting imps again
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>Ms.Magne is nice, I like her
>I wonder if those demons I've been shooting are sapient, probably not since they don't talk or wear clothes. Maybe its a Mickey Mouse and Pluto kinda deal. I mean AngelDust has a pet pig so its possible.
>I wonder what the date is, maybe its almost Christmas time
>I wonder if Ms.Magnes lip color and eye liner are natural, would she be offended if I ask?
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>I guess Ms.Magne prefers to just be called Charlie. I wonder if she knows who King Charlemagne (Charles the Great) is?
>Angel and Cherry seem to know their guns, maybe theres a range around here.
>Princess of Hell? Wait is the Icon of Sin related to her....probably not, I feel like she would have brought it up by now
>Charlie kinda reminds me of an Arch-vile, guess that explains the "Pyrokinesis" or whatever she called it
>Its nice to have a hot meal and a warm bed after a long day of dimension hopping and slaying
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>I don't trust that "Radio Demon" guy Alastor even if he is helping Charlie with the Hotel.
>Although I suppose the same could be said about me when you think about it.
>Still, if he so much as lays a finger on Charlie I'll beat him to death with his own arms, won't even need a Berserk Pack to do it.
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>Charlie asked me for shooting lessons today
>Alastor was more than happy to conjure up a range for us, he's an asshole but he works fast
>Started with a Pistol to teach her basic safety like trigger discipline and to keep the gun pointed in a safe direction
>She picked it up fast so we moved onto the shotgun
>When we got to the Chaingun it seems like something in Charlie kinda....clicked
>[Imagine something like https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2B6hf87E3uQ except with more mad cackling and profanity from Charlie]
>She seemed to enjoy herself
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>I brought back a Baron skull for Charli, she put it right on the mantle over the fireplace, it looks nice.
>I'm starting to wish I didn't tell AngelDust my middle name, because its all he calls me now.
>The gang has been making some really weird noises recently. I really notice it with Charlie however, its like a weird, squeaking sound, whenever she moves around a lot. I think I might be sleep deprived.
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>Charlie sees John (Doomguy) sitting alone at the bar
>He seems to be deep in thought about something
>"Hey John, you feeling alright? You look sad."
>"I'm fine, it's just, someone I really cared abouts birthday today"
>"You had someone up on the surface?"
>"Yes Ma'am, she's gone now though"
>"I'm sorry to hear that. What was she like?"
>"She was perfect, I'd come home and she'd be waiting for me like always, looking at me with her big brown eyes. She loved my cooking and my stories about the missions I went on. Every night she would fall asleep by my side."
>"Do you have a picture of her?"
>"Yes Ma'am, I always keep it with me"
>John takes a folded polaroid out of his pocket and unfolds it for Charlie to see
>Charlie leans over and looks at the faded picture, revealing that John wasn't talking about a long dead wife, but his pet rabbit Daisy. Who was tragically slain by demons.
>"Oh...did you ever have a wife?"
>"Wha- no, never had time for that sort of thing."
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Also its my belief that John Wick's dog's name being Daisy is a direct Doom reference and nobody can covince me otherwise
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>It was a slow day at the Happy Hotel, no new tenets, nobody trying to cause trouble.
>Even AngelDust managed to behave himself for the most part.
>Charlie was waiting behind the front desk, her head resting on her arm as she rolled a pencil back in forth.
>She knew she probably wasn't going to get a customer today but she liked to stay positive.
>Suddenly she saw a silhouette behind the stained glass of the lobby doors.
>Whoever it was they were tall and broad shouldered.
>She watched as the mysterious person holstered something on they're back.
>The door slowly creaked open as the figure wiped their feet on the mat outside.
>Closing the door behind them they made their way to the front desk.
>Charlie noticed something was...off about them.
>They looked, human.
>They were caked in dried multicolored blood from head to toe along with a whole collection of scratches, burns, and bruises.
>Reaching up the mystery person slowly took off their helmet revealing a well groomed chiseled faced man.
>He was like a Greek statue had come to life.
>Blood was running down various parts of his face matching the rest of his body.
>He looked Charlie directly in the eye as a shiver ran up her spine.

>"Do you have any rooms available Ma'am?"
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>"Oh God, oh fuck, how the fuck didn't I see this comin I knew it was gonna happen! Why was I so fuckin stupid?! God damnit!
>Placing a hand on Angels shoulder you try to calm him down.
>"Whats wrong?"
>"I-it's him, he came l-lookin for me".
>You've heard Angel talk about his night terrors enough times to know who it was.
>"Valentino" you say, gritting your teeth in anger.
>You look out the window and sure enough, his Cadillac (or whatever they call it in Hell) was parked out front.
>You quickly put on your chestpiece and head out the door, things might get ugly.
>Storming down the front steps you manage to catch Val as he steps out of his car. Dressed in his tacky suit and heart shades, cane in hand.
>"What do you want?" you ask coldly
>"Oh this is just rich! He says with a cackle. "Little Angel can't stand up to his pimp so he sends out the big bad Slayer to protect him! He says as he looks past you towards the Hotel. Figures, he can put on that tough guy act all he wants but deep down he knows... he knows who he belongs to." He flashes you a gold toothed shit eating grin.
>"What. Do. You. Want?" you repeat with more malice.
>"Oh isn't it obvious baby? It's simple, I want whats mine, back. Angel hasn't been to the studio in ever since he joined your little *snicker* "Redemption Project". With all the publicity he's gettin in the news now, demand for him is through the roof."
>"He's staying here, and thats final. Now leave, before I start getting angry."
>"Oh baby I'm just quakin in my boots over here, tell you what, forget Angel, how's about you come with me instead. You can ditch these losers and be my hired muscle, I'll pay ya and everything, you'll be my right hand man!
>You stare him in the eye with an unbreaking glare.
>"No, keep my salary, you'll need it"
>"Really? Why would that be exactly?
>"You'll need to buy new cane to fix the limp I'm gonna give you when I break that one you already got off in your ass"
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>Val's grin immediately fades from his face.
>"What the fuck did you just say to me, do you have any idea who the fuck I am!?
>"I'm a fuckin Overlord! I rule this town with an iron fist and if you think some fuckin mortal is gonna step up and try to play hero, YOU GOT ANOTHER THING COMING SHITHEAD!
>Val's face is mere inches from yours, your face almost perfectly reflected in his heart sunglasses. His hand is almost snapping his cane in half with how hard he's gripping it.
>You just look straight forward as if staring right through him.
>"Overlord? Don't make me laugh, all you are is a parasite feeding on the money and misfortune of the people in this city, now scurry away before I crush you like the tick you are."
>Val's antenna twitches violently upon hearing this. You've obviously struck a nerve.
>"Did you just call me...a fucking tick...YOU JUST ROYALLY FUCKED UP!
>Vals arm darts into his coat, thinking quick you grab is gun arm with your left hand and hook him right across the mouth, his shades shattering as they hit the ground.
>Dropping his pistol, he falls to his knee, spitting out blood.
>You kick the gun away before he gets another smart idea.
>You reach down and pick him up by his throat, his four arms grabbing at your wrists while his feet kick futily in the air.
>You look him dead in the eye.
>"Listen up! If you so much as look crossways at me, my friends, or anybody I or they know. I wont kill you, but I promise, I'll throw you into a circle of Hell so deep that it'll make your worst nightmares shit their pants, and let me tell you, you won't be crawling your way out of it. Now take that tacky coat and scurry, you fucking roach."
>Dropping him he falls to his knees and nearly coughs up a lung.
>Pulling himself to his feet he dusts off coat and readjusts his hat.
>Without another word he slowly limps his way around the car and gets in. Giving you one last look before quickly turning away and taking off.
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>You walk your way back up to the door of the Hotel, unhooking your chestpiece and making sure to wipe your feet before you enter, Nifty hates when people track dirt on the floor.
>Waiting inside is Angel, you assumed he was watching out the front door window the entire time.
>"John...I, well I wanted to thank..."
>He suprises you by quickly wrapping all six of his arms around you for a hug and buries his face in your chest.
>You could tell by the tears in his eyes that he didn't want you to see him cry.
>You hug him back and give him a few soft pats on the head to make him feel better, before he runs up to his room.
>Making your way to the main room you see Alastor sitting in an armchair, leg crossed and holding a cup of warm tea, chair facing the window.
>"I tell you Johnny, you sure do know how to put on a quite the entertaining show. I haven't seen a performance like that since Vaudeville."
>With a smirk you say the first cheesy line that comes to mind. "Groovy."

I kinda channeled a little bit of Kenshiro and Clint Eastwoods character from Gran Torino with this one. It seemed fitting.
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>A-Angel...
>Yeah John?
>You said the stuff in the bottom cabinet was yours right?
>Yeah, I did.
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>U̧h͢͠ ̸̨y̸͟ę́á͢h̨,́̕ ̧́t̸͠h̀è̡y̕͞'̧͝r̢͜ȩ̡ ͡f̀͢r̡o̶͝s̵̀t͘͘è̢d̨̢ ̛͟w̨͞i̶͝t̴h̶͜ ́͘c̴̡ó̡c̀͝a̡͠i̡͢n͘͠e̵̶,̧͞ ̢͟a͘͡n̴͜d̡̀ ͡͝a̧̛c̨̛i̕͠d̶̶.̵̕
>...
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>Ḿ̶̵̷̶̡̨̨̡̡̢̬͜͟͜a̶̵̵̛̛̤̞̙̫̣͖̩̰͖̠͖͇̭̭̟͜͟͜͠͝͝ͅͅy̴̴̴̵̢̧̢̛̝̪̬̳̺͈̫̰̤̫̣̣͔̰̥̳̙̥̦̦̤̠̘͔͇̯̰͎͙̼̳̮̠͘͢͜͢͞͝ͅḇ̸̴̷̧̨̡̡̦̰̗̣̫̥̥̘̮̫͚̳̘̝͈͕͎̤̻̳̭͓̦̣̝̞͓̥̝̫͉̀̕͟͡͠͠͠ͅͅȩ̸̢̡̞͚͉̤̹̩̤̩̝͔̟͕̤̣̰̦̦̀́́̀̕͘͝͞
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>Angel, that thing isn't real is it?
>What thing?
>That thing in the corner, staring at us.
>I, uh, I don't think it is. At least I hope not.
>Wait if its not real how can you see it?
>John can I tell you a secret?
>Wh-what is it?
>I ate the Flakes too....
>Uh oh