You've unfortunately made yourself TOO useful to an overlord

from /hhg/ Helluva Hotel general #696
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>You've unfortunately made yourself TOO useful to an overlord
Who is your boss and how bad is it working for them?
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>vox
>making entire movies in the span of a day that are actually fkin good
>it's draining as fk
>now he's begging to double the schedule
>fk
I'd like to see that concept, director goes to hell and can just sht out cinematic masterpieces in a day.
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>In order to prevent you from suffering too much burnout, Vox implants you with cybernetics
>Gradually, you become more and more of a cyborg until you all but resemble Vox
>Gradually he begins to micromanage your life, sucking away your processing power like a computer virus to further empower himself
>You're basically just a body double for Vox.
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>Sir Pentious
>Constantly working on machines/instruments of torture/weapons
>Annoyed by Egg Bois whilst you're trying to work
>Work consistently disrupted by having to move base whenever Pentious gets in over his head fighting and they come for revenge, or if Cherri Bomb attacks
>Pentious daytime drinks and cries to you about how he'll never be a proper Overlord and be second best to Cherri
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>Cherri sees that while you may not be overlord material, you're a top-grade lieutenant
>Routinely attempts to kidnap you and force you to work for her instead
>When you're stuck with her, you're working on novel explosive weaponry that's about as stable as a Hollywood marriage, when you're with Pent, you're handling electronics that cram a nuclear generator's output into a device the size of a pocket watch
>Blown into a red mist if you do, disintegrated if you don't
>You should really check out this "Happy Hotel" you keep hearing about, it's gotta be better than this.
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You decide enough is enough and decide to get out of dodge and try the Happy Hotel for a while, it might at least give you a place to work in peace

>Alastor constantly blaring out shitty 1920s music at all hours of the night and day
>Niffty ruining the organised chaos of your laboratory by cleaning it
>Baxter is a grade-A lunatic, after spending 30 seconds with him, you realise his lack of morals and principles in his work means you'll never work together
>Charlie dragging you away from your work to attend therapy that doesn't change your outlook on things, you just sit in a circle and moan about your problems
>Angel constantly busting into your laboratory and leaving his sx tys in boxes of files or crates in cupboards to solicit you into sx
>Vaggie just wants you out, despite you doing nothing really wrong, you just keep to yourself mostly
>Husk tries to synthesise alcohol in your lab. He's not allowed anywhere within 100 feet of it after
>Trying to employ Crymini as a lab assistant failed miserably, as she is constantly wanting to blow sht up, or mix toxins to kill the residents she dislikes, or cause massive stink bombs to flood the hotel.

You just want to improve life for the average sinner: things like defence against Exterminators, giving Hell a quality of life on par with Heaven, and just trying to enjoy your unlife... You didn't want all this extra hassle.
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>>Angel constantly busting into your laboratory and leaving his sx toys in boxes of files or crates in cupboards to solicit you into sx
>Anon confronts angel
>"So nonny, ya finally gunna fk me?"
"No. Shut up."
>"Nah."
"I hate you."
>"Yeah okay."
"I hate you, and your stupid stty cloths. I hate your whish tendencies. I hate your stupid fking dldo in my fking lab "
>"Neat."
"I hate you so fking much."
>"And i hate gettin my hair wet, the fks the point-a this?"
"Stay out of my fking lab."
>Angel snickers and leans down
>His face is inches away from anons
>"Or what, cutie?"
"I'll make a chemical that burns all of your hair away and soak you with it."
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Anon decides to teach Angel a lesson by calling his bluff

>He siphons off the water tank that leads to Angel's shower
>Creates the ccktail he warned him about
>Floods enough of it into the tank for a full shower

>Angel, after a long day of working, goes to shower
>Hmm, the water has a pinkish hue
>Whatever, the pipes here are weird
>As he's washing the odd loose hair comes away in his hands
>Must need some better shampoo
>Or tell his coworkers to be less rough when yanking him
>Clumps of it start to come away
>Okay, what the fk
>Hair tufts start clogging the drain
>'CHARLIE! SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH THE SHOWER!'

>Charlie arrives to Angel curled in in a foetal position on his bed, crying, sans all his fur, he's just a sack of skin
>It's all just in clumps around him
>On the bed
>On the floor
>In the shower's drain
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>Yfw you get grounded like a child
>And your lab gets taken away for a month
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>You've been down in Hell for 3 years and you can't stand it any longer
>Lived through 2 exterminations
>2 and a half years living in squalor, doing bit jobs where you could just to earn your next meal
>6 months living inside the Happy Hotel, beset by its other residents
>By 2 weeks in situ you'd had enough
>You'd bought a bootleg Grimoire on Hellbay, apparently copied from the real one
>You were trying to open a portal home
>You'd had enough of this dump
>You wanted back in the living world, a second chance
>12 hours from completing everything you needed to go home and say goodbye to this wretched place forever, you'd run your temper with Angel, and decided to call him out so he'd stop annoying you
>That little stunt got your lab taken away for a month
>A FKING MONTH
>4 WHOLE WEEKS
>They'd discover what you were planning, if you weren't one step ahead of the game
>Still
>This sets you back considerably
>You were considering taking Angel back with you
>As much as he annoyed you, he was the only one you tolerated
>Plus his banter was at least entertaining
>Not after he got you cooped up like a kid who had missed curfew though
>You were going and you were leaving them all where they were
>They deserved it