part 1 of yandere Charlie

from /hhg/ - Hazbin Hotel General Thread #171
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Anon wanted more, heres more
>(You) summoned charlie once before, for gits and shiggles
>When she asked what you wanted you told her the truth
>The two of you just hung out for the remainder of time the summon gave
>Before she went back to hell she asked if you could summon her again sometime
>Now you summon her once every other weekend and hang out with each other
>Unbeknownst to the both of you, demon summoning forces the demon to use their energy to stay in the mortal world
>Charlie has slowly become more and more demonic with every summoning
>When you asked about her horns, eyes and teeth she just said "Oh these are jist part of the real me!"
>Now she's acting different
>Her vocabulary is getting more odd
>She no longer calls you Anon, instead calling you either "My little summoner" or "My Anonymous"
>She also keeps making offers to take you to hell with her for a bit
>Shes been getting more insistent and aggressive with it too
>You stopped summoning her out of fear and caution
>In the middle of the night when you're sleeping a split in reality opens in your room
>You wake up hearing a distorted familiar voice
>"Aaanooooonnn..."
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>You sit up in your bed and stare in horror as the tear in reality is forced open from the other side
>Fingers emerge from it and clutch the edges, they slowly force the split into a hole
>A fully demonic charlie is forcing herself through
>Her upper body is through and she looks at you with a manic smile
"My dear Anonymous, why have you not brought me to the mortal world?"
>You look around your room frantically for anything to save yourself with
>Charlie slowly moves more of herself from the portal
>"You are mine, my little summoner. You cannot deny yourself from me any longer!"
>She stops and the portal shrinks and pulls her back in
>She snarls and forces it back open
>You look to your nightstand and see your family bible
>You pick it up and chuck it at the struggling Charlie
>The holy book hits her face with a smack and she shrieks
>She loses concentration and lets go of the portals edges to clutch fer face where the book landed
>The portal sucks her back into it and closes rapidly
>Just as the portal closes Charlie glares at you
>"YOU CANNOT DENY ME MY PROPERTY ANONYMOUS! YOU WILL BE MINE ONE WAY OR ANO-"
>The portal cuts her off as it snaps shut, letting off a loud BANG
>You feel your heart pounding in your chest
"Maybe summoning the princess of hell was a bad idea..."
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>Deciding that last nights occurrence must never happen again, you started researching demonology
>You put salt in doorframes and window frames
>You even carry a pocket full of it
>You tried getting holy water but the local church won't just give it away to anyone
>You've started burning incense, apparently the stuff keeps demons away
>After setting up your defenses, you wait all night to see if Charlie tries to force her way into reality
>You passed out at around midnight and woke up to the familiar sound of reality being ripped open
>Charlie opened the hole faster than last time, at least twice as fast
>But she still struggled to keep it open
>Panicking, you throw your pocket salt at her
>It hits her in the face and she gives you an odd look
"ffffffffFUCK!"
>You get up and run to your room and light up more incense
>You hear one of Charlie's shoots hit the floor and you rush over to the door and slam it shut, lock it, and add more salt to be safe
>Charlie starts laughing softly
>"You cannot hide forever dear Anonymous. I will get you, my prize."
>When she gets to the door you hear a dull thud, but not against wood
>Seems pocket salt wasn't the right way to use it
>Charlie lets out a frustrated growl
>From the crack at the bottom tier f the door you see her shadow move around
'What is she doing?'
>You hear her take a deep breath and blow
>The line of salt gets broken and whatever kept her from the door is gone
>The doorknob shakes for a bit before your door is torn off its hinges
>Charlie has that same damned maniacal smile from last night
>She takes a step inside your room before she stops abruptly
>She starts retching and pinching her nose
>She quickly exits your room and stands at a distance far away enough to where she can't smell the incense
>You let out a relieved sigh
>Charlie chuckles
>"You cannot stay in there forever dear Anonymous. I have until sunrise, might I ask how long that incense lasts?"
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>You hadn't thought about that
>Nervously, you glance at the burning incense
>It looks like a third of it is used up
>Twenty or fifteen minutes of not being in hell left
>You desperately dig through your pockets, hoping you have a few more sticks to burn
>No such luck
>You remember some being out in the living room
"Oh god damnit..."
>Charlie calmly grabs a chair from the kitchen and places it where she was standing
>Now sitting she starts staring at you, unblinking
>Her smile isn't maniacal now
>If she wasn't trying to drag you to hell it would have looked sweet
>"Anonymous, please stop this game of cat and mouse. You cannot stop me. Eventually, I will have you. All it takes is for one slip up on your end. One, single, mistake. So for both of our sakes, give up."
"Fuck you."
>She licks her lips slightly
>"You could if you give up."
>Apparently she realizes what she just said and blushes
>"Apologies, that was a bit of my mother just now."
>An idea pops into your head
>Standing up and grabbing the burning incense, you use it as a sort of torch
>Now armed with your burning incense, you walk towards your door
>Charlie frowns and gets up and moves back with every step you take forward
>"Anonymous what do you think you're doing?"
>You say nothing as you exit your room and head towards the living room
>Charlie moves away to avoid the smell
>Grabbing the rest of the incense, you make your way back to your room and start your own little war of attrition
>Every time one burns out, you start another
>You kept this up until sunrise, where the hole in reality re-opens and pulls Charlie back to hell
>She says nothing as shes dragged back, only glaring at you
>When the hole finally closes, you sigh in relief
>One night down, who knows how many to go.