don't mess with king dice part 1 (cuphead x hazbin hotel)

this is from Thread #123 of /hhg/ - Hazbin Hotel General. it's a cuphead x hazbin hotel crossover story. i have no idea who the anon made it but I love it.

part 1: https://pastebin.com/wKexkH2L part 2: https://pastebin.com/NGucnQEs part 3: https://pastebin.com/vsibSDkE
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>The project was ambitious from the get go, that much Charlie knew
>No one took stock in what she wanted to do and for good reason
>Directionless for so long only to then unveil something that to many amounted to dumb wishful thinking
>Redemption?
>For the denizens of Hell?
>If it was that simple why hadn't anyone attempted to do so yet?
>That was Charlie's motivating drive
>Proving the impossible was possible
>That there was more in everyone than appearances seemed
>Course that was a fine wish so long as she could afford it
>But the usual costs that living in Hell had to be considered
>Even with the likes of Alastor and Vaggie as residents that still didn't stop collateral from everyday life in Hell
>Charlie's bank wasn't bottomless and the constant repair work was hurting the Hotel's integrity
>She had issue enough as it was with her current residents undermining that
>The girl sighed, shoulders sagging as her ride lurched to a stop
>To achieve her dream there needed to be more than what she was currently doing
>For it to even get off the ground, there needed to be more
>Charlie stepped out of the cab, straightening herself out
>Level
>9
>The structure was unmistakable
>Its lights and allure were fondly cemented in her memories
>Childhood
>Charlie stepped forward alone
>It was time to take a gamble
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>The first nostalgic sensation that hit her was sound
>Distant Heavens above the noise
>Jazz hung as heavy in the air as did cigarette and cigar smoke
>The clatter and mechanical screeching of slots being pulled
>Roulette being spun round
>And crisp firm cards being shuffled took the girl straight back to when she was a little Demon
>Running around the crowds Level 9 brought
>Back then no one dared to so much as *look* at Charlie the wrong way
>Much less attempt anything concerning her
>'Daddy's little Monster' she was affectionately called by family and contemporaries alike
>Shaking the past away along with a ring of tobacco smoke, Charlie continued her march
>Surrounding her the worst sinners enveloped in their vices
>Eyes glued to the exposed features of scantily clad dancers and staff
>Bottomless bar wet lips and loosened throats
>Riches of unfathomable enormity were won and lost within seconds
>It both was a familiar and difficult sight for Charlie
>Even these residents of Hell
>Firmly planted in the deepest recesses of the place had something inside them that could lead to their redemption
>"Well now."
>Smooth like Gin
>Twisted as the cards up his sleeve
>The dealer's deck vanished in one clean shuffle
>Looming over Charlie on his roulette table was her Father's #2
>"Little High Roller, what ever are you doing down here at my table?"
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>The Die with a grin and a trim mustache grinned down at Charlie
>Pleasant surprise evident on his features as the Princess stood before him
>All grown up and in her big girl outfit
>King Dice had to approve
>The Boss' girl had fantastic taste in apparel
>Charlie swallowed the lump that stubbornly appeared in her throat
>Working over your speeches in your head didn't work so well when conversations dictated responding to what someone else said
>"H-Hello *ahem, hello King Di-"
>"'Mr.' King Dice. Little Lady its been ages but everyone knows my name. I'd certainly hoped you of all people wouldn't forget."
>Charlie winced
>Things had sounded so much better on paper
>Had any of her friends knew what she was doing they would have told her from the get go what a terrible idea it was
>In the interest of preserving her idea, no matter its quality, it was a hidden idea.
>Already she was fumbling
>Recovering fast, Charlie cleared her throat to resume
>King Dice rested a flat cheek on his hand
>"Mr. King Dice."
>Charlie now having corrected herself and appeased the ego of the Casino Pit Boss pressed forward
>Her expression as serious and as beseeching as she could manage at once
>"I need to make a deal."
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>Despite the deafening noise of the Casino one could have heard a pin drop
>Between the pair an electric tension sprung up
>Charlie near regretted the words as soon as they marched right out her mouth
>Quite literally in fact
>Fine cursive words written in red and black ink had filed in line and strutted across the Die's table
>The pair watching the words do so
>King Dice turned his eyes back to Charlie, mind awash with possibility
>Of all the deviations from his routine he could have anticipated, this wasn't one of them
>As coolly as any dealer could be, King Dice straightened himself up
>"Well little Lady, we aught to take this away from prying eyes and ears wouldn't ya say?"
>Immediately Charlie wasn't for it
>Being surrounded by witnesses meant nothing too horrific could happen
>Her banking on the good will of the worst of the worst Hell had to offer
>Nervously smiling as she pointed a thumb to the surrounding Casino behind her
>"W-Well actually, k-kind of prefer it here. Real uh comfy spot and all, just love this song and-"
>King Dice leaned down, stretching to hover directly over the stammering Demoness
>"Ah ah ah, Charlotte. My House, my treat. I insist we take such an important conversation to a private venue. No need for any gossip on my floor."
>Charlie struggled with most refusals of others
>A Hotel that accepted anyone wasn't just a coincidence after all
>When the girl gave a curt nod, King Dice's grin returned in force
>A clap of his hands and Charlie was gone
>He soon following as he ducked behind his table
>No one noticed either one as they vanished
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>King Dice's private space turned out to be one of the VIP rooms
>Thankfully unoccupied as he typically treated Hell's Overlords and Lucifer's closest cabinet well enough
>Luxury was never without in this place
>Fine carpets lead to even finer beds and sofas
>Charlie appeared out of a hole in the floor which closed up without a mark behind her
>The girl shaking off the quick transition with only a slight frazzling of her hair
>Shortly, the Die popped up behind the room's mini-bar
>A Cocktail mixing glass with eyes hopped up on the bar alongside the Pit Boss
>"Thirsty by any chance?"
>King Dice graciously offered, the mixing glass already downing several colorful liquids to shake together
>Charlie declined
>You could get drinks anywhere in Hell
>This Casino was one of the few places the booze wanted to get into you
>He was hardly moved, switching tactics as an arm went beneath the counter, popping up in front of Charlie
>"Cigar then?"
>The lid was lifted by another en-longed arm of King Dice's, the Cigar underneath having sick yellow eyes and a leer, puffs of smoke bellowing out of his head
>"Hiya toots."
>Charlie slammed the lid
>"Please, can we please just get on with it??"
>King Dice's frown was only brief, slipping just slightly
>Hard to believe this was the Boss' girl
>The Die could distinctly remember how self-indulgent Hell's head honcho could be
>It was never enough with him and King Dice loved it
>The good times never stopped
>It was always happy hour when the Devil sat down
>Never a game the Demon could lose
>Countless patrons throwing themselves at their heels and hooves whenever they lost everything
>It was a sinful selection of the sorriest souls for the taking
>King Dice distinctly remembered when the good times came to a screeching halt
>"Alright."
>King Dice's voice was cool as he dipped and appeared again in front of Charlie
>The Pit Boss planted a fist against his hip
>"What Deal are you wanting to make, your Highness?"