Trunks in Hell (DISCONTINUED; SEE DESC!!)

Chapter 19 - Attempts

Characters are not mine; Trunks belongs to Akira Toriyama along with Toei Animation. Hazbin Hotel belongs to Vivziepop/Vivienne Medrano and A24.

Chapter 19 - Planning

Sometimes things may not go your way. That's fine; don't let it ruin what you have. Push forth, and eventually, you'll succeed. Unless...

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"Huh. That was weird," Charlie said to herself, staring at her assailants. "Normally, people don't go after me because of who I am. Why did these guys attack me then?"

She took a minute to think, but then shrugged it off. "Eh, whatever. It's Hell, after all. Everyone's unpredictable."

Still though, it kind of bothered her. No one, even if they were new to Hell, would try and attack her in this fashion. Maybe when she was younger, sure, but nowadays it just doesn't happen anymore.

"Aw, damn it!" She silently cursed to herself, facepalming. "I could've tried and gotten them to admit into the Hotel and in the process could've found out what they were doing."

She could've forced them to join. That's a given, but that would completely oppose what she stood for. So, instead, she just left them there in hopes that they would eventually find their way to the hotel. She wasn't going to stick around and wait for them, of course; she still had a service to attend to.

Eventually, her walk ended as she quickly made her way back to the Hazbin Hotel. For a second, she wondered why Alastor changed it to 'Hazbin' from 'Happy'. Maybe to appeal more to sinner-kind? She was unsure and elected to ask the deer demon later.

She made her way in to be met with Trunks and Vaggie conferring with each other, talking about seemingly nothing at all.

"I'm telling you, weirdest thing I've ever seen in my life. His eye flashed and broke out of Alastor's tentacle... prison," Trunks said, the last part being a little hard to say. "Said something about 'Mangekyo', not too sure."

"Ahh, I remember what that was about," Vaggie replied, remembering coming across such a being. She smiled, remembering how she was able to beat him. "Weird guy. Wonder what he's doing now that he killed Vox."

"Yeah, yeah," Trunks took a second to ponder that. "Wait, what?"

"Hey guys!" Charlie brought herself into the random conversation. "What's going on?"

"Nothin' much. Pretty quiet today," Vaggie noted. "Had some trouble earlier with some guests, but I sorted it out."

"I helped out a bit," Trunks added, pouting. "Otherwise, yeah. Quiet day so far. How was your walk?"

"It was actually really weird," Charlie began. "One moment I was walking, minding my own business, the next I was attacked."

Even though Charlie had an indifferent expression on her face, the same could not be said for Vaggie nor Trunks. Naturally, both had looks of worry.

"Wait wait wait, attacked?!" Trunks exclaimed, taking her shoulders. "Are you okay?!"

"Yes yes, honey," Charlie chuckled a bit, blushing at his frantic demeanour. "Remember, you trained me."

"Yeah, we know that, but why would they attack you of all people?" Vaggie said with an equal amount of worry. "Had to be a targeted assassination attempt... Trunks?"

"I can think of a few people wanting to get her, sure, but I doubt anyone would actually try and actually go through with it," Trunks started thinking. Suddenly, he punched his fist. "Has to be Black."