Alternate Yandere Charlie 2 part 2

from /hhg/ - Hazbin Hotel #292
Yandere Charlie story 1: https://pastebin.com/zvWzN3WC
Yandere Charlie 2 part 1: https://pastebin.com/DZNb3ffx
Alternate Yandere Charlie 2 part 3: https://pastebin.com/rB7iXJGQ
Alternate Yandere Charlie 2 part 4: https://pastebin.com/j8NNSPDq
Alternate Yandere Charlie 2 part 5: https://pastebin.com/ZaYuWfnd
Alternate Yandere Charlie 2 part 6: https://pastebin.com/w8jWgWm3
Alternate Yandere Charlie 2 part 7: https://pastebin.com/Z1J5uFBP
Alternate Yandere Charlie 2 part 8: https://pastebin.com/is3GDzzJ
Alternate Yandere Charlie 2 part 9: https://pastebin.com/6nakPYnc
Alternate Yandere Charlie 2 part 10: https://pastebin.com/4E333aKP
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Guess we don't have much activity tonight. Guess I'll have to save the thread
>Alternate Yandere Charlie 2 part 2
(P.O.V: Detective Garret)

>You sat alone in your office at the Chicago P.D
>Your situation was kind of weird, you were more of a traveling agent and have been to places as far as Oregon
>Yet your home base was here in Illinois.
>Which was why you were called in to Miami when most of the cities detectives were busy
>Mike Zalski, age 26, was found brutally murdered in his home just the night before
>Murder weapon, none yet, but you and the coroner suspected that a kitchen knife was used.
>What made this case strange was a couple of things
>First, there were no signs of a break in in the home. Doors were locked, windows sealed shut, all was secure
>Second: From what you and forensics gathered, it seemed like the victim wasn't caught off guard or killed in their sleep, but was trying to get away, specifically he'd tried to run
>Yet, the only other place that blood was found in the home was on the sheets.
>Then there was the lack of good suspects, the closest you had to a prime suspect was Anon, yet he couldn't have done it due to him being over a thousand miles away in this very city.
>It was late and the case was proving to be exhausting.
>Coffee ran out a few hours ago, leaving you on your own
>You tried to keep yourself awake, by looking around your desk.
>Just a few photos here and there, but when you looked in your desk, you reached for a newspaper
>It's pages were yellow and it dated by to the 60s.
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>You could still make out the text on it well.
>"CLIFFSIDE RESORT KILLER BROUGHT TO JUSTICE, DETECTIVE GARRET DECLARED A HERO BY MAYOR"
>A photo showed middle aged man guiding another man in handcuffs to a police car.
>Detective Garret Senior was your dad, and the man who caught that occult bastard decades ago.
>He told you all about his side when you got older. He was staying at the hotel one night and thought he heard some noises, he followed them to the basement and caught the fucker in the act about to stab a woman to death in his satanist hell hole
>By the time back up arrived your dad had nearly beaten the fucker to death.
>You remember how he got the chills even then as he talked about the room
>Said it gave off a bad vibe, the kind that tells you to GTFO, and the pentagram in the room that seemed to have been drawn with fresh blood which screamed evil.
>But at the end of the day things ended somewhat well, the bodies of his victims (most of them) were recovered and given proper burials, the killer was given the death sentence, and the woman he saved would later on become your mother.
>However, the hotel and the mountain were forever tainted and changed
>Rumors spread about both being haunted, and that all sorts of strange and creepy things have been spotted on that mountain.
>The hotel was another story
>There have been reports of paranormal activity there, especially after the incident with Anon and his friends
>You thought you saw a shadow or two there once when you snuck for a dare.
>It'd been years since you thought about any of this, you left Colorado for Illinois for better chances as a detective and that was it
>But with that incident, memories came back.
>"Brain, you in there?"
>The chiefs knocked on your office door.
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"Yeah, I'm here."
>"Brian we closed up shop 2 hours ago, buddy you can take your work home with ya, but you can't stay here all night.
"I know, I'm going"
>You packed your things and began heading out for the night
>A part of you wished you could've stayed a teeny bit longer since you tend to work better at the station rather than anywhere else. But whatever the chief said was the rule."

>(P.O.V: Anon)
>Your flashlight illuminated the darkness ahead of you as you traversed the hotel yet again
>You woke back up in the hotel again, but without anyone else this time, and the black and white haze was no longer there.
>Also you found a flashlight next to you on the bed, which made quite the difference
>However, you knew you weren't alone
>Occasionally your mark would start burning and when you stopped to listen you'd hear footsteps
>You were sure how, but you knew it was Charlie.
>So when you felt the burning, you'd switch off the light and hide in an empty room until it stopped.
>So far your strategy was working since she still hadn't found you yet.
>And now here you were in the lobby.
>Once you got to the doors, you found that they were locked, no shit Sherlock.
>So then you turned to the bar
>It saved you the last time, so how wouldn't it help now?
>But it was locked up to.
>You silently cursed as you realized you may be stuck here
>Your thoughts were interrupted when you found a cassette recorder and a cassette tape laying on a nearby table
>The label was "For Anon :)" written in red marker
>You looked around cautiously before putting the tape in and playing it
>First there was static, before a familiar voice changer voice came on.
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>"Did you really think you could get away? Did you honestly think you could leave this place behind and forget all about us? News flash, this nightmares just beginning, and we've got a long way to go kiddo. And this time, I've brought some new friends of mine to help out."
>The tape stopped, and footsteps approached
>A small impish creature came at you with a club.
>You kicked the Imp away as you searched for a way to defend yourself
>You saw a wooden plank and grabbed it
>As the imp came at you again, you swung the plank at it, slamming it right into its skull
>It fell onto its back, and you struck again and again until it stopped moving and painted your weapons red.
>Your breathing got heavy as you stared at the creature before you.
>You theorized it was also a demon, an Imp to be precise, not that you were a demonologist or anything.
>But it's height and appearance alone we're good enough indicators.
>The Imp's sudden attack convinced you to keep moving, assuming it wasn't alone.
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>And sure enough you saw a few more Imp's down the hall
>You didn't bother sticking around and ran away.
>You slipped into an empty room and hide away in a closet just to be safe
>You heard the two Imps move around outside you hiding spot before they walked away
>Just as you were about to leave, your flashlight clicked on, and landed on the sight of a dead woman
>Her eyes wide open and like Mike, she was stabbed and slashed at numerous times
>She couldn't have died a painless death for sure
>It took all your strength not to scream, since you were ever this close to or trapped with corpses.
>You quietly opened the closest and softly closed it.
>You then began making your way to the door when suddenly it flung open
>Standing there was the killer
>His smile wide as he tackled you to the ground
>"Welcome back Anon"
>He raised his knife and went to stab you
>Only for you to wake up back home
>The knife would have went into your chest had you stayed asleep any longer
>You decided that chances were, you wouldn't be getting much sleep this week so you called in to the office for some sick days.
>After that, you spent the rest of the morning putting together what happened last night.
>Meanwhile a good ways away in Texas, a husband had just found his wife dead, left as a bloody mess.

>(P.O.V: Charlie)
>This morning you woke up like any other.
>Except as you walked down the hall with a cup of coffee in your hand, you spotted a regenerating Imp lying on the floor
>And then after following a trail of blood drops to room 137, you found blood stains in the closet.
>This could mean one thing
>Some demon slipped into your hotel
>And it was using it as it's playground
>You finished your coffee and got to work, someone's ass was going to get buried another 6 ft deep once this was over

And that'll be it for tonight.