Hell Is My World (Hazbin Hotel x Eddsworld)

5 - Ya Wanna Fight, Loser?

(A/N: Angel Dust will just be referred to as Angel to save time and the art at the top was drawn by EddsworldfanHelena. You da best girl :D)

Tord stared out his hotel window, gazing at the skyline. There was so much in his room - a comfy bed, a mini-fridge with snacks and drinks in it, a TV with access to all the shows in the Underworld, and a view to die for. In the silence, Tord felt his mind ease...for about 5 seconds because a certain voice broke him out of it.
"Hiya, pal!"

Tord practically jumped out his skin.
"Jesus Christ, Angel, can you not?" Tord muttered breathlessly. "And how did you get in here?!"
"Eh, I'm a spider demon. I got my ways." Angel shrugged as he grabbed a bar of chocolate out of the mini-fridge.
"What do you want?" Tord asked.
"Well, me and my friend Cherri were going to this Bomb-Throwing tournament downtown. We were wondering if you wanted to come?" Angel offered.
"What do you think my answer's gonna be?" Tord replied, arms folded.
"Yes?" Angel guessed.
"Correct. Let's go." Tord smirked.

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"Hey, thanks for coming, Angie!" Cherri exclaimed. "Who's the short stack?"
"Cherri, this is Tord. He's got enthusiasm, I'll tell ya that." Angel introduced.
"Heh, you're gonna need enthusiasm." Cherri remarked. "Got any experience?"
"I was the best grenade thrower in the Red Army when I was alive, so, yeah, I got experience." Tord shrugged smugly. He always wore that statement as a badge of honour.
"Okay, damn, calm down! Right, here are the rules:" Cherri spoke. "THERE ARE NONE! This is Hell, motherfucker! Just go complete apeshit on your opponents!"
"I think I'm gonna like this." Tord muttered, snickering away.

The three stood their ground in the arena. There were five other teams, all thirsty for explosions. Finally, the announcer stood on the stone podium in the middle of the battlefield. She brought up the megaphone she was holding to her mouth, and yelled:

"YA WANNA FIGHT, LOSERS?!"
"YEAH!!!"
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU! I SAID, DO YOU MAGGOTS WANNA FIGHT OR NOT?!!
"YEAH!!!!!"
"ON YOUR MARKS..."
"GET SET..."
"BOOM!!!!!!!!"

Chaos ensued. Bombs exploded everywhere. This was Hell, after all - there was no such thing as mercy. Cherri Bomb was fast, Angel Dust was focused, and Tord was both. This war zone reminded him of the actual wars he fought in, and it just made him even more determined.
"Woah! Where the hell did you find that kid?" Cherri yelled.
"I found him on the streets!" Angel yelled back.

Soon, it was down to two teams left. Cherri, Angel and Tord versus a solo, a lone ranger. He didn't need a team. In his mind, Tord immediately thought of a plan.
"Cherri, gather up as many bombs as you can. Angie, look out for when he's gonna throw. When he's getting ready to throw, yell, 'NOW!!', and Cherri will run to him with the bombs and I'll throw my bomb. The two bombs will collide, making a smoke cloud so he can't see, and Cherri will throw everything she's got at him."

The other two nodded, and they lied in wait. Then, when everything was still, the shrill voice of Angel Dust broke the silence.
"NOW!!!!"
Tord threw with all his might and Cherri ran as fast as she could. As expected a giant cloud of smoke erupted, covering the arena, and nobody could see anything. However, when the smoke cleared, the team had won.

"Five thousand smackeroos prize money - all ours!" Angel shrieked with glee.
"What say we go and blow this all at the hotel's casino?" Cherri snickered.
"We gotta do this again next time." Tord remarked.
"You said it, short stack." Cherri smiled. "You said it."