Alternate Yandere Charlie 2 part 3

from /hhg/ - Hazbin Hotel #305: Heart-Hands Edition
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 4: https://pastebin.com/j8NNSPDq
Alternate Yandere Charlie 2 part 5: https://pastebin.com/ZaYuWfnd
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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Well guys, I haven't posted in a while, might as well post more Alt Yandere Charlie
>(P.O.V: Robert Sickle)
>10 months earlier
>You entered your apartment and shut the door behind you.
>Your next stop was the couch
>With a newspaper in hand you sat down and started to read.
>Despite all the technological advancements that were made, you still relied heavily on the papers and radio for your news and entertainment
>Truth be told you didn't actually hate television, whenever something real special was happening you flipped it on.
>But other than that, it stayed off, watching it too long made you sick, too bright and flashy.
>Not all of your neighbors agreed though, your apartment complex could be best described as a generational cluster fuck
>Next to you was a man who died back in 1910s, a businessman who had the misfortune of being run over by a carriage
>And on the other side, another man who died during the 90s, he OD'd on some of those newer drugs the kids were taking.
>And everyone else, you had no clue
>You didn't mind, as long as they didn't bother you that is.
>Flipping through the papers, a certain entry and photo catches your eye
>There was a new hotel opening up on Earth for demons.
>And low and behold, it was the Cliffside Resort, your old workplace
>You were the groundskeeper, but also the reason behind it closing down in the 1st place.
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>The police claimed they found dozens upon dozens of bodies down in the basement where you dwelled.
>Even now you couldn't help but snicker, oh how much they had left.
>Sure, you were given the chair for your crimes, but hey, you opened the portal at least, right?
>But as you soon found out, hell wasn't all fire, brimstone, and penance.
>No, in fact it was even more degenerate as Earth. These fucks couldn't have cared less about seeking unholy retribution upon those pathetic excuses of humans that sat above you.
>Because of this you lost your motivation in killing. After all, what purpose did it serve if the demons wouldn't purge the Earth of all its abominable filth?
>Reading the ad, something sparked within you.
>Call it sentimentality, call it nostalgia, but whatever this feeling was, it wanted, no, it demanded that you return to this building, this hotel of dreams long gone.
>You felt for your knife, and after feeling that it was still there, you began making your way to the portal, your handiwork of course.
>The owner would have to thank you for that, if you ever met them that is.

>P.O.V: Anon
>Present day
>Opening up your computer, you began typing away
>Today you were getting some answers about anything you could.
>After a few minutes, you stared at the bold letters in front of your screen, a place you knew would be helpful in some way.
>"/x/ Paranormal"
>If these virgins couldn't help you, then no one could
>You took a picture of your wrist and uploaded it to your computer
>You made a thread asking for any clue as to what the symbol on your wrist meant.
>You got up to walk around for a little, knowing that it could take a little while before someone answered. After all, most of these guys were still trying to summon succubus waifus, or anything that they could fuck.
>An hour later you returned and saw a few posts.
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>80% of them asked where you got that symbol. You lied and said you didn't quite remember, that you were drinking one night and woke up with it, least these people see you as some edgy larper.
>Some posters though, went and gave some answers.
>What you gathered, this symbol wasn't good news (go figure)
>It was supposedly the mark of the Devil, anyone branded by this symbol was connected to him somehow, be it through a contract, bargain, if you didn't go to a tattoo parlor to get it, then Satan burnt it onto you.
>They even gave some links to reports of this symbol being on numerous people who died unexpected and tragic deaths, most of them celebrities (also go figure)
>You were basically marked as property of the antichrist for all to see and chances are, you'd never be able to leave your home without heavy clothing on, unless you wanted to get spat on by some Mormans
>But it couldn't get any worse, right?
>Suddenly, something caught your eye below goggles search bar.
>It was an article about a recent murder
>A woman over in Texas who was found dead by her husband.
>It was the same woman you saw the night before
>You wanted to report this to Garret, but what could you tell him, that you saw a woman die in your dreams that looked spot like someone who had just been murdered?
>You shut off the computer and went to the bathroom for a shower to help clear your mind.
>Tonight you would probably be sent back to the hotel again, so until then, you had to lay low and keep calm.
>It didn't help that you started feeling tired earlier throughout the day.
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>(P.O.V Detective Garret)
>Linda Grease, before today you had no idea who she was or what she had to do with anything
>A friend of yours from Texas who was also a detective told you about how her murder was his most recent case
>And when you did some digging out of boredom from going no where with Mike's case, you learned that she was the daughter of the executioner of the Cliffside killer
>And as it turns out, she was killed the same way Mike was, same slash marks and stab wounds.
>Though the chances of a serial killer being on the lose were pretty low
>Since as far as you knew, there was nothing connecting Mike or Linda as far as you were concerned.
>The best you could do was keep and eye out in the news for any other murders like this.

>(P.O.V: Charlie)
>Reading, reading, and more reading
>Rehearse the chants
>Rinse and repeat
>Every single step of this ritual had to be down
>If even ONE mistake happens, everything goes up in flames
>"The Dream Ritual" wasn't too demanding when it came to requirements.
>But with the mishaps form the previous nights, you couldn't be too careful.
>You even found serval symbols carved into the wall paper of some of the rooms.
>You didn't draw them
>But they were a part of the ritual, they set up where the target would appear.
>Whoever else was there with you knew the ritual to somehow, maybe they saw the notes you left lying around?
>You practicing was interrupted by your Hell-phone vibrating
>"Vaggie"
>You sighed and answered
>"Hey, all okay?"
"Yeah, why not?"
>"Oh you know, just that you literally closed the hotel 2 weeks ago all for a ritual"
"It's not just a ritual Vaggie, it's the ritual that's bringing Anon back to me."
>You heard Vaggie sigh on the other end of the line.
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>...
>"Is it really worth it? Anon doesn't even want to come back, if the last time he saw any of us is anything to go by"
"This'll be different, you guys won't hurt him or scare him away like last time."
>"Atleast hurry up will you, if we don't open back up soon we'll lose our clients, and then"
>Heh, like you needed their money, there's nothing that a little bit of daddy's money can't fix.
"I'll try, I have to go, catch you later"
>Vaggie gave her farewells and you hung up
>Where were you again, oh yeah, the incantations......

And that'll be all for tonight's extortion. I'll post more in the following days.
In the meantime goodnight to you guys.