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- from /hhg/ - Hazbin Hotel General Thread #151
- https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/268565981201301505/647378933985312779/Sickly_Sweet.png
- part 2: https://pastebin.com/5nk9L1EB
- part 3: https://pastebin.com/7A2u1dB3
- part 4: https://pastebin.com/i5LCY9Vt
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- >Chanperor (Chan) walks across the lobby, when something falls out of his pocket
- >Longarms (Stretch), every the good little boi, picks it up, and calls out to him
- "Hey, Chan, you appear to have... Dropped... This..."
- >His sunny disposition petters out (as does Chan's cynical look, when he glances back) as he notices just WHAT exactly he's holding
- "...Why do you still have this?"
- >Stretch asks, holding the lime-and-red spiral lolly at arms length, as if it's going to explode
- >which may just be the case
- "...How do you even know about that?"
- >Chan inquires, in a hushed tone
- "Didn't you check out in 2009?"
- "I did, but I've been trying to keep abreast with mortal-worldy events."
- >after explaining this, Stretch frowns
- "You didn't answer my question. WHY do you still have this? THIS, of all accursed things?"
- >Chan stares at him, momentarily surprised
- "I thought you'd like something like this. What, with it being so sweet and psychedelic and shit..."
- ""Saccharinously Nightmarish", you mean? Look, I'm into experimental stuff, but I have standards! I doubt even CHARLIE would be able to enjoy this, and you know how much she likes sweet stuff!"
- "What's this about Charlie...?"
- >Virginanon (John Doe) walks up to them, but freezes upon noticing the lollypop
- "...Why do you guys have that?"
- "I don't know!"
- >Chan exclaims, accidentally flinging the sucker towards Stretch. He catches it, not allowing the thing anywhere NEAR his mouth... But his Perspective Fucklery powers have kicked in.
- "Oh FUCK me, that's enormous!"
- >John Doe mutters, as Stretch holds out the now enlarged juju
- "You just HAD to do that, didn't you?"
- >Stretch grumbles, before turning to their friend
- "I wouldn't say that out loud, if I where you, Virgil. You can never know just WHO'S listening..."
- >he adds, before clearing his throat
- >John realizes what he meant
- "...Shit, she's not here, is she?"
- "No, but..."
- "Aw, man, this is going better than I expected!"
- Cont.
- -
- >the three anons look up, eyes (or lack thereof) darting around, before settling on the newcomer
- >Chan frowns, John looks worried, while Stretch remains nonplussed
- "Scum..."
- >Chan growls, as the figure tsks and titters
- "Now, now, that's no way to greet a fellow shitposter..."
- "Hey, Ziggy!"
- >Stretch says, cheerily, waving an arm at the fourth anon
- >Aforementioned, however, frowns
- "It's ZAGREUS! Christ, get it through your head, you retard!"
- >Stretch frowns and mumbles to himself, as John puts on a brave face
- "I was only trying to be polite..."
- "Hey, stop acting like a dick, asshole!"
- >Tricksteranon grins
- >"dick, asshole
- Is that a Freudian slip?"
- >John falls silent, while Chan (who'd been massaging his temples) angrily speaks up
- "The FUCK do you want?!"
- >picking up a more subtle smirk, the demonic anon explains
- "I figured this place needed a bit of cheering up. Despite cousin dearest's best efforts, it's still rather lacking, as far as guests go, and you faggots have done little to fix the place."
- >the other three glowers, but stays silent
- >truth to be told, they WERE a bit behind on renovating the place
- "You still haven't answered his question."
- >says John, trying his best to keep his face and voice stoic
- >Trickster shrugs, his face brightening into a more neutral, happy look
- "Like I said, I just decided to bring in some good cheer, is all."
- >his mouth then widens into a toothy grin
- "After all... Christmas is around the corner!"
- "O͠h, iţ'̛s̶ that time a͢l̷readỳ?"
- >all four look up, as Alastor stops by them
- >they didn't even notice him enter the room
- >shaking off his unease, Zagreus resumes his grin
- "Ah, Alastor! Just the demon I was looking for!"
- >he then quickly snatches the juju from Stretch's hand, before handing it over to the Radio Demon
- "Take care of this, would you?"
- >Alastor grins, as usual, but raises a perplexed eyebrow
- "Why̵,̡ c͜er̕t̴ain͠l̵y, you͝r͞ m̶aj̢èsty̡...̢"
- Cont.
- -
- >as the puzzled deer demon took the giant lolly, the other anons could only gape, eyes (questionmarks?) darting between it and their now devilishly smirking bane-of-existence
- "...The fuck are you doing?!"
- >Chan exclaimed, shaking the other two out of their stupor
- "Yeah, what are you playing at? You know it damn well how dangerous that thing is!"
- >Stretch adds, pointing towards the lolly with an open arm
- "And to give it to ALASTOR, of all demons!"
- "Are you trying to get us all killed?!"
- >Trickster just smirks, casting a passing glance towards the demon, before returning it to his "friends"
- >the brief gaze, however, fails to get him to notice the look of childish wonder, and hunger, that spreads upon Alastor's face
- "Relax, what's the worst that could happen?"
- ">what's the worst that could happen?
- He says..."
- >Chanperor grumbles, while the others begin to raise their voices again
- "You know damn well what it is!"
- >John snaps, only earning a condescending smirk from the demon. He falters, but Stretch is quick to back him
- "What kind of reckless moron would bring THAT thing here? I swear, you can complain about us being autists all you like, but we've got NOTHING on your ADHD-plagued ass!"
- >again, Zagreus could only smirk at their weak attempts at banter
- >...up until Chan simply grabbed him by the collar
- "Notice something, retard?"
- >...and proceeded to shove his face into that of the demonic asshole
- "You're not behind a screen anymore."
- >and with that, he roughly shoved him back onto his feet
- >the prince of Hell wasn't smiling anymore
- >Chan crossed his arms
- "I'll ask again, Scum. Why did you bring that here?"
- >dusting himself off, Zagreus was quick to go on the defense
- "Look, I'm only trying to have a little fun! Get one of the Hotel's saps to lick it, and then kick back and relax as they make an ass out of themselves on the world's biggest sugar high!"
- >the others weren't impressed
- Cont.
- -
- "Which is a terrible idea!"
- >Stretch wasted no time to point it out
- "They're already powerful as All Hell - no pun intended -, why in the name of Mint-Berry Crunch would you want to add more to that?!"
- >after briefly staring at their poster-in-arms with confusion, the scummy anon was quick to dismiss their worries
- "Relaaaax, it's just ONE demon! And besides, the effects don't last that long, right? I'm sure we could take them down."
- >the others glared
- "...You do realize that they can SPREAD the effects of it, right?"
- >asked Chan
- >Zagreus blinked
- "And that it's practically a bullshit reality-altering endorphin shot straight into the brain, right?"
- >added John
- >Zagreus began to sweat, smile buckling with a twitch
- "AND that despite their sunny disposition, they'll become aggressively insistent on "spreading their joy", right?"
- >added Stretch, crossing his big arms
- >by now, Trickster was looking very worried indeed. However, he still found it within himself to laugh it off
- >or, at least, attempt to
- "Oh, relax, guys, it's not like we'll have to face them all. R-Right, Al?"
- >when no reply came, he briefly glanced to the side, still holding a wry smile
- >only to double-take, mouth gaping as he realized what he just saw
- >the others noticed it as well, turning towards the Radio Demon
- >Alastor stood, cheery smile on his face, his long tongue halted in the middle of caressing the top of the sucker, which he held in front of himself at chest height
- >to his left, Charlie and Vaggie stared at the four anons, similarly stuck mid-lick, tongues on the lollipop, eyes wide, frozen like a deer caught in the headlights
- >to Alastor's right stood Angel Dust, a single eye gazing back at the quartet, long, narrow tongue halted amid caressing the flat side of the giant candy
- >beneath him stood Baxter - when did he get out of his basement? -, standing on his toes, having just gotten his first lick of the sweet stuff
- >they all stared, silently, caught in the act
- Cont.
- -
- >from across them stood the four anons, jaws dropped in horror, bags appearing on either side underneath their questionmarks (Trickster having chosen to appear in his anon-form, rather than the Hazbin one, that resembled Charlie)
- >it was Trickster who spoke up, first
- "Have to admit... This I did not expect."
- >the others, woken from their stupor, could only stare at him
- >before anyone could say anything, they became aware of a sort of... Crackling, droning noise
- >a quick glance around the room revealed that Zap (lightninganon) was nowhere in sight
- >so, their eyes were slowly drawn back to the cinquet of lolly-lickers before them
- >the four sinners and the demon princess stood frozen, eyes wide and pupils shrunk, their hair (or fur) standing on edge, as if affected by static
- >which, in a manner of speaking, they were - crackling, sparkling neon arcs of lightning zipped and flashed across their bodies, which slowly began to grow brighter
- >...and brighter
- >Chan came to his senses
- "Well, you really fucking should've... HIT THE DIRT!"
- >all four jumped, away from the now loudly buzzing diorama of demons
- >Stretch quickly upturned a cough, and the other three crawled behind it, as the noise grew to a deafening volume
- >the room was filled with a bright, unnatural light
- >then, as the noise reached its zenith, and the light grew to a blinding strength
- >it stopped
- >after a few minutes of stunned silence, a single, large, blanche hand appeared from behind a couch, waving slightly, before its owner, Stretch, peaked over the ridge, followed by the others
- >their friends where nowhere to be seen
- >all that was left was a sooty, burned-out spot on the floor, where they stood
- Cont.
- -
- >the four anons stared, shocked and bemused, at the smoldering spot
- "Oh... No..."
- >John muttered, with growing sorrow
- >Chan could only blink, mind racing and boards buzzing with activity, trying to figure out what happened
- >unbeknownst to the others, he glitched out fro a brief moment, but quickly shrug it off, as Stretch turned towards Zagreus, one hand balled into a fist that would've made a communist statue green with envy, and the other clamping down hard on the devilish anon's shoulder
- "What did you do, you fucking animal?!"
- >he snapped, fingers digging into the hapless prince's skin through his clothes
- "I swear, Zug, if you just killed our friends, I'm going to fold you inside-out through your anus, and make your parents watch! God help me, I'll--"
- "They're not dead..."
- >Stretch blinked, loosening his grip on his shoulder
- "Mi?"
- >ignoring that the big lug briefly switched to his native tongue, Chan spoke up
- "What do you mean they aren't dead? Where are they?!"
- >he glitched out again, which was, once more, ignored by the others
- >Zagreus held up a finger, concentrating
- "Well, Charlie definitely isn't... I can sense her..."
- "Well, where is she?!"
- >the demonic prince-cum-shitposter turned towards them, pale
- "Right on top of us."
- >the other three anons froze up, faces drooping with horror, before slowly, ever so slowly, raising their heads up to see...
- >nothing...
- >puzzled, they lowered their heads
- "I don't get it, where is--?"
- >John's voice died in his throat, as a look of utter horror spread onto his face
- >the other two didn't look too hot, either
- >Zagreus stared back at them, puzzled, before he noticed they weren't exactly staring AT him
- >but rather, something behind him, a bit to the side
- >his invisible eyes widened, as he slowly began to turn his head
- "HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYY CUZZZ!"
- Cont.
- -
- >Tricksteranon scream, and jumped to the side, right into a well-prepared Stretch's arms
- >before the four stood Charlie...
- >though, she wasn't quite herself
- >her hair, usually a natural blonde, now looked peroxide-bleached, though it diverged into all the clashing colors of a neon rainbow halfway down, hairband missing
- >her skin, usually white, now became a more healthier, tanned Caucasian tone, apart from the tip of her nose, which was still black
- >the red spots on her cheeks were, however, replaced by a pair of familiar lime-and-red dual spirals, though, they kept changing their colors into equally eye-hurting combinations
- >her formal dress was replaced by a garish mixture of a ringmaster's double-button row red sequin coatee (with golden decor and epaluettes that literally looked like hairbrushes, silver, of course), with a high, rigid collar similar to that of Austro-Hungarian military tunics. Underneath this was the bizarre lovechild of a crinoline and a rah-rah skirt, made of see-through materials (again, in every color of the rainbow) and decorated like an old-fashioned wedding cake, her legs coated in brown nylon stockings, feet tucked into what appeared to be a pair of high-top sneaker-kitten heel stiletto crossbreeds, white with primary colored stripes and a brown sole, and laces striped with secondary colors only, in the most clashing hues possible
- >strangest thing was, however, that Charlie had one horn out, splitting her hair on the front
- >it also carried every color of the rainbow, and had a slice of Devil's food cake resting at it's base, somehow remaining perfectly balanced and still
- >the eye underneath the horn had also turned demonic, albeit now appearing as concentric circles of tertiary colors, and Charlie had a notable fang and sharpened, jagged molars on that side of her mouth
- >this latter was plainly visible, as she had the most widest, brightest, and single most UNNERVING smile in the history of facial expressions
- Cont.
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