Hell Is My World (Hazbin Hotel x Eddsworld)

8 - Not Matt Anymore

"Gimme a vodka. Straight up." Tom ordered. He was sat at the hotel bar, feeling sorry for himself. This was a few days after he met Vaggie. He often came the the bar to drink his sorrows away, though it didn't do much. While wrapped up in enuii, Husk sat on the stool beside him.

"Rough life?" Husk asked, cigarette hanging out his mouth.
"Mmhmm." Tom nodded.
"Eh, don't dwell on it. Things'll get worse down here." Husk replied.
"Well, that's expected. It is Hell, after all." Tom murmured. He stopped talking for a bit to finish his drink.

"Hell's a lot different to what I expected. Like, I expected a rocky, barren island filled with fire, and I got a full-on city. What the fuck happened?" Tom questioned.
"Eh, it's a thing that Lucifer started to try and 'clean up the place'. Heh, like that would work." Husk chuckled.
Tom chuckled too. Did he really just make friends? Again? Looked like he was better at socialising with demons than real people.

Just as Tom was gaining a friend in this cat demon, the one person that he would not want to see came up and tapped him on the shoulder.
"What do you want now, Tord?" Tom sighed.
"Er...how do I say this...you might wanna come to the entrance of the hotel." Tord stammered.
"And why is that?" Tom asked.
"I'm just gonna put this bluntly. Matt's dead. He's gone to Hell. And he's at the entrance of the hotel." Tord stated.
Tom fell off his stool in shock.
"Uh...you OK?" Husk questioned.
"I fell off the fucking stool, what do you think?!" Tom yelled.

Tom ran at the speed of a hare and skidded to a halt when he came to the entrance. Indeed, he did see Matt, although he was in his demon form. His hair flickered and moved on its own, as if it was a flame. His skin, like Tord's, was paper-white, though it appeared to have cracks on it, particularly around his eyes. Speaking of his eyes, they were fully red, and he also had two protruding fangs poking out his mouth, like when he was a vampire. However, instead of a bite on his neck, he had a large scar.

"Why am I in Hell?" Matt cried. "Since when was being fabulous a sin?!"
"It's not. However, narcissism is." Tord stated. "Also, you-"
Tord was cut off by Alsator brutishly shoving him aside to get a better look at the newcomer.
"Hello, my good sir! I say, you look fabulous today!" he beamed. "I am Alastor, and it it a pleasure to meet you!"
"Well, I can say the same thing for you!" Matt complimented. "I'm Matt, by the way."
"Hmm. My dear boy, would you care to meet me in the lounge in...precisely 3 minutes?" Alastor asked.
Matt nodded, and they both casually strolled up the stairs.

"What are they doing? And what's taking them so long?" Angel muttered, smoothing his hair.
"I don't know." Tord snapped. "Still can't believe he had the audacity to shove me away like that."
"Trust me, you'll get used to it." Vaggie murmured spitefully.
"I don't trust that guy." Tom scowled. "Anybody able to keep a smile that long is up to something."
"I hope he's okay." Charlie said nervously.

"Okay? I'm even better!"

Matt had completely changed. His normal attire of jeans, hoodie and overcoat were now changed to a black and white suit and tie and polished shoes. All this was tied together with a tiny top hat, a monocle, and a gold-tipped cane.
"Marvellous, isn't he?" Alastor prompted. "Looks like the Radio Demon has a follower, hm?"
"Oh, sweet Jesus, what the fuck happened to you, Matt?" Tom yelled.
"It's not Matt anymore. He's dead." Matt smiled. "From now on, call me...Matthew."