Alternate Yandere Charlie 2 part 8

from /hhg/ - Hazbin Hotel #348
Yandere Charlie story 1: https://pastebin.com/zvWzN3WC
Yandere Charlie 2 part 1: https://pastebin.com/DZNb3ffx
Alternate Yandere Charlie 2 part 2: https://pastebin.com/iLEBgFDT
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 9: https://pastebin.com/6nakPYnc
Alternate Yandere Charlie 2 part 10: https://pastebin.com/4E333aKP
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Alright gang, I come with more Apt Yandere Charlie, we're now on part 8.

>(P.O.V: Garret)
>Tonight you at home
>After another day of chasing leads down dead ends and trying to piece together the connection between the other killings, you needed a mental break.
>Which you were taking by watching the video.
>Greg, the latest victim, visited the Cliffside Resort a few months ago. You knew this of of course. But recently you were able to get a video of the investigation through a friend you had in the police department in that small town where the resort was.
>You didn't consider yourself a big believer in the paranormal, other than what you saw in the resort during the dare, you hadn't seen anything supernatural.
>Right now, Greg was in the lobby filming through a night vision camera, holding some voice recording device, looking for....
>What were they, EMPs he called them? MEPs? MVPs? EMVPs?
>Whatever, he was trying to see if he could record any of the voices of the ghosts there.
>As he travelled through the corridors, you saw some things you remembered from your visit. Not much had changed
>But something caught your eye, the neatness
>This building had been abandoned since a little before you were born, and this was filmed two months after Anon's stay.
>But why was the place so neat?
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>And by neat, you mean the lack of dust
>You'd seen other paranormal investigation videos before. And in the ones where abandoned buildings were involved, there were always dust particles floating around the camera
>Yet here, there wasn't a speck of dust floating in the air
>The investigator didn't seem to notice and kept going around and switching between his different tools and devices.
>Then he went into one of the bedrooms, and the bed was just made
>And you didn't see a single wrinkle on it either
>This caught Greg's attention, who made a comment about the neatness, before saying it may have been the sprit of one of the old staff members.
>Then came the basement, which creeped you out, it was there that you saw the shadows, and......
>You didn't let yourself finish the thought. It couldn't have been real.
>Going back to the video, you continued to carefully watch it, seeing what else you'd find.
>One thing you saw was dust, a tiny bit though.
>Then however, the guy stated patting himself down, muttering as well.
>He then said he apparently dropped the recording device he had on him earlier. Despite saying that he just had it with him before he went down.
>As this was happening, your eyes darted to a corner.
>And that's when you saw it.
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>(P.O.V: Anon)
>After sneaking through the dark hallways of the hotel yet again, you came across a door you hadn't during your previous stay at the hotel
>It was black with faint rock designs on it.
>You opened the door and were met with a darkness you were very familiar with.
>Beyond it was a staircase leading down
>This must've been the entrance to the basement
>Or the main entrance at least.
>You didn't want to go down there ever again, anywhere else in the hotel you were okay with.
>But even when you went down there with the police, didn't feel safe.
>But you were trying to hide from Charlie, and you couldn't stay in the corridors all night.
>So after mustering up all the courage you could, you began descending into the darkness below
>The flashlight brings your only source of light, you tread carefully through the abyssal darkness in front of you.
>One thing you wished had changed was the emptiness of the basement, even now it was as spacious as it was during you last visit.
>You then felt your foot almost step on something
>You reached down to pick it up, and saw that it was a voice recorder of some kind.
>It looked like the kind that ghost hunter's used for their investigations. Although here you were up against demons, not ghosts.
>Pocketing the device, you resumed your journey through the basement.
>For a little while nothing happened, this still calmed you little.
>But then it changed when you found another cassette recorder and next to it, another cassette tape.
>The tape read "Interrogation" in black marker.
>It also looked older than the last cassette tape you found.
>Yoy glances around before putting the tape in and pressing the play button
>The first thing you heard through the thick static was a man's voice
>"This is Detective Joshua Garret, interrogating Robert Sickle, guilty of the Cliffside Resort murders."
>The tape then cut to the interrogation itself, the voice from before spoke first.
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>"Name please."
>Then a voice you didn't recognize, though sounded vaguely familiar, answered.
>They too sounded like they were middle-aged
>"Do we have to do this? You already know who I am Garret."
>"It's just a formality, now give it"
>"Robert, Robert Sickle, that good enough?"
>"Yes it is."
>He suffuses some paperwork around
>"Okay, after I apprehended-"
>"Corection, after you punched my lights out and then apprehended me"
>"......you said that You were the Cliffside Resort killer, am I correct"
>"Yep, you were there when I said it"
>"Okay smart ass, then you already know what I'm going to ask for then."
>"Where are the bodies?"
>"Yup, so where are they?"
>"Some of them I buried in the garden, it'll help the plants grow thanks to the nutrients."
>"We recovered those ones already, what about the rest?"
>You heard the other voice chuckle, causing the first voice to let out a small growl before his next line
>"Where did you bury your other victims.
>"In the basement, the crime scene specifically, some of them I buried within the concrete itself."


Gonna finish the rest tommmrow
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And I'm back
>"You're kidding me, in the concrete?"
>"Did I stutter detective?"
>I'm the distance, you heard something loud, a noise that sounded like stone breaking.
>Then, you heard it over a dozen more times.
>The tape kept rolling
>"How many?"
>"12, no more no less"
>"We had at least 20 officers down there and they didn't see a damn thing, not the slightest cracks, or new concrete"
>You could almost hear the smugness in his voice.
>"Pops was a stone mason, on a good day he'd go over to our neighbors homes and fix their stone walls up, dabbled with concrete too, taught me a little bit of what he did. Like how to blend newer coats in with the old."
>"You're crazy, someone must've heard you hammering away then."
>"Garret, none of the sounds could reach the upper floors, and no one would hear little old me hammering away in the dead of night would they?"
>"Wipe that smile off already, we caught you and your going to have hell to pay for this."
>"Oh there'll be hell alright, hell for all of you worms. My duty is done, now all I have to do is sit back and watch the fireworks."
>"You really are fucking insane, not that it would do you any good now. Just show us the fucking bodies, and you'll get 2 life sentences at most."
>Was that shuffling you heard
>Was it coming from the left?
>No, the right
>No, it's stopped.
>The silence was filled by the tape
>"I chose death."
>The second voice chuckled again
>"Their bodies will rot in that basement detective."
>The tape ended.
>It was just you, and the basement again
>You didn't even know you were shaking until you heard a another noise
>A moan, followed by a voice
>"Help"
>You spun around and your flashlight caught a figure
>They were slouched over, seemingly exhausted by the task of walking.
>The figure was also covered in a blanket of dust.
>You could only see the top of their dirty hair as they stood.
>"Help....me"
>They looked up
>And you stared back into their zombie like face.
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>(P.O.V: Garret)
>There it was
>On the corner of your screen, something moved
>In the darkness, you swore you saw something move, Greg didn't notice, too busy trying to find a Ouji board he brought with him.
>The shadow moved closer into the light and you saw it better
>It was the shadow you saw all those years ago as a kid
>But now you could see its eyes, they were burning.
>The shadow lingered for a few seconds before zooming off further into the darkness before Greg could notice.
>You didn't see anymore of the shadow afterwards.
>But then came the part you dreaded
>The camera now faced a wall, just a blank wall.
>But when he zoomed in on it and you looked closely, you saw that the wall, had the outline of a doorway in it.
>You instantly recognized it.
>The entrance to the crime scene
>But you didn't remember it being blocked off last time
>After all, you did go down there....
>No, you didn't, you mentally corrected yourself, you couldn't have.
>Greg began to talk, giving a quick recap of the story behind the basement and the killer's lair.
>Then, the footage cut to another area of the basement, with Greg panting and catching his breath
>He was in the middle of talking about how something hit him after he touched the sealed doorway.
>Then Greg decided that now was a good time to leave, telling the camera he didn't want anything worst to happen.
>All the way until he left the mountain, nothing else happened.
>In a parking lot near the mountain's base, he met up with some girl and they talked for a bit
>She seemed pretty weird to you though, pale skin, crimson hair, and red t-shirt with black pants.
>Greg told her he was just in the resort, and telling her his experience there
>She mostly told him about what she heard about the place.
>Through the whole conversation something felt off about her, but you couldn't put your finger on it.
>Soon enough the two said their goodbyes and the film ended.
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>(P.O.V: Anon)
>The figure was undoubtedly a zombie some kind, a male specifically.
>Their skin was dark and dried up, their eyes sunken deeper than eyeballs should.
>Their rotted clothing was covered in dried blood and dust, what you could asl I see were stab wounds all over the chest.
>Their raspy voice spoke again
>"Help.....me.....p-please..."
>They shuffled closer to you
>You backed away, only to scream when you felt another zombie behind you
>This one was a woman, her hair, once dirty blonde, was now white
>She was missing an eye, blood that had long dried up coated the surrounding eye socket. Her torso showed the same scars as the other zombie
>The more your light shown on either of them, the worse they got, even snarling as it touched them. Reminding you of the second man's words in the tape.
>"He.....killed us.............buried us within the floor............"
>The first zombie spoke, his dripping with sorrow
>"The police never found us.............didn't know where to look................they left us down here...........in the dark..........."
>A third zombie came from behind the man, another woman.
>"Our families.......didn't get to say goodbye............my son............my sweet little boy..............he grew up without his mother................."
>You heard more coming your way.
>"So dark.........sooo............cold............it hurt........the stabs..............so much blood.........it was everywhere........"
>A boney hand gripped your shoulder, threatening to drag you into the darkness
>The voice it belong to spoke into your ear
>"Sooo........hungry............I haven't eaten........since..........60s.............big pasta dish......"
>It's breath reached your nose, and you nearly vomited from the smell.
>"I'm hungry.....tooo......."
>Another zombie said
>"So am I"
>"Mee.......tooooo"
>"We're all hungry...............you........let us..........eat you................join us...........it'll hurt........but not long......."
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>The zombies started to close in, the hand that held your shoulder gripped harder, you thought it was trying to tear it off.
>As they got closer, you shined your flashlight on the one behind you, it screeched and let go
>You spun around and watched it writhe in your flashlight's light.
>The other zombies watched too as their comrade twitched and gurgled against the wall
>"The light................burns.................my insides............are.........burning.........need......water...."
>The zombie then stopped moving, smoke began rising from its carcass.
>The tiger undead resumed their assault on you, only to be met with a face full of light themselves.
>They back sea into the dark corridors they came from, moaning and groaning as they struggled to escape from the light
>Then, from the fleeing crowds, came a few well preserved bodies
>These corpses looked almost normal, despite the grey skin they had, and a few wrinkles here and there, not too mention how thin they were.
>They shambles over to you quicker than the others did.
>So you did what any sensible person would do then
>Run
>You ran through the dark maze that was the basement, the voices of the deceased calling out to you as they shuffled after you.
>One of them tried running and you saw their knees snap in half, damning them to crawl after you.
>Good for you though, one less zombie to worry about.
>The ones who did get too close got blasted by your flashlight, slowly burning away at them.
>You didn't know how long you spent running from them, but you felt your legs slowly tiring out.
>Eventually, you saw the doorway, and almost collapsed when you tripped.
>You soon realized that this was where one of the bodies was buried, your light revealed the hole was shaped like a person.
>You soon made it to the stairs, limping after you tripped.
>But as you limped over, you felt yourself get tackled and pinned.
>Behind you were the zombies that managed to keep up with you, behind them the others.
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>You accidentally threw your flashlight on a higher step as you fell.
>You began dragging yourself up, the task getting harder with each zombie that joined the pile.
>As you were about to reach the light, the pulling became too much
>You began fighting against the horde, wanting to drag you to your doom.
>With all the moaning and groaning, you didn't hear the door open and the sound of someone picking up your flashlight.
>It wasn't until the light began frying the zombies and the feeling of someone taking your hand and dragging you out of the basement.
>Charlie threw you aside and began burning the zombies.
>You watched as she some how put up an invisible wall of dark magic in front of the corpses, burning them all until they stopped moving.
>Before Charlie could utter a word to you, you tried limping away.
>Only for her to catch up to you rather quickly.
>"Not so fast."
>She tried grabbing you again, but you dodged.
>You entered another bedroom and locked the door.
>You opened up a window and hid in the closest.
>Charlie broke in and looked out the window, uttering a line of curses as she left the room.
>Luckily, no corpses greeted you in the closet this time.
>5 minutes later you awoke back in your bed at 5:00 A.M.
>And too think your streak of no nightmares/ summons was going so well to
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>(P.O.V: Garret)
>(Before 5 A.M)
>You laid back in bed, thinking back to the video.
>You could deny what you saw in the video, something was definitely up with that hotel.
>And, maybe you'd check it out
>Keyword, maybe.
>You only came back their a few times to visit your Dad, after he passed away a decade ago, you stopped coming back.
>You were just busy, that was all
>Or that's what you told yourself anyway.
>But if you were to check it out, it would have to be after the Mike case.
>Speaking it, you'd have to ask Anon if he saw anything weird during his stay, he'd have to have seen something at least.
>But for now, you turned the light off and went to sleep.
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>(P.O.V: Charlie)
>It was a long night for you
>If hunting down Anon wasn't already enough of a challenge, there was more this time
>Someone had reanimated some of the victims of the Cliffside murders with the intent to kill your Anon.
>And even after you saved him and reminded those things they were dead, he still ran from you
>You then had to remove the corpses from your hotel, the last thing you needed was for the building to smell like dead people
>So you dropped them off in front of the police station, knocked loudly on the door, and teleported back to the hotel
>The families of the victims ought to thank you a hundred times over for that, you could've just let Alastor eat them or something.
>But getting back on topic, you were getting real fed up with this shit now.
>You gave Anon the opportunity to come quietly, now drastic measures has to be taken.
>So after finishing your cup of Joe, you went down to your bedroom to retrieve your gauntlet.
>It was about time you gave Stacey a proper greeting.


And that'll be all for part 8. I'll return with the next part soon enough.