After 18 years of nothing but pain and suffering
Y/n Beckett is on his own, seeking adventure, a fresh start, and a new life. So when he stumbles across the I.M.P on their way back to Hell he follows and finds himself a whole new UNDERworld of poss...
A sinister plot has been set into motion, with Y/n and Stolas unsuspectingly cast as its targets. On the ominous night of October 30th, Y/n stands outside Hazbin Hotel, bathed in the eerie glow of the night. Engaging in a late-night call, he reaches out to his girlfriend, Loona, who peacefully slumbers in her bed, blissfully unaware of the impending events.
Blissfully unaware of the events that will occur the following day, Y/n, leaves a heartfelt message as the call drifts into voicemail, a poignant expression of his emotions in the face of the unknown.
Y/N: Hey Loona, I don't know when you'll be seeing this but Blitzo told me what you'll be doing tomorrow, and well...I just wanted to let you know that everything is going to be okay. I'm not the biggest fan of shots either but it's just a one-and-done thing. Once it's over there's somewhere I wanna take you, just the two of us. Trust me, everything is gonna be alright, I love you, bye.
As he ends the call, Y/n gazes down at his hand, cradling two tickets for the Ellis Island Ferry. The tickets, a tangible embodiment of a thoughtful gesture, symbolize a journey from the main island to Ellis Island, home of the iconic Statue of Liberty. Y/n had meticulously chosen this destination, fully aware that Loona harbors a greater desire to explore the vibrant city of New York than venture to Los Angeles. Their departure is in a week's time.
He carefully places the tickets in his pocket and prepares to head back inside the Hotel but is swept off his feet by an old enemy, someone whom Y/n almost immediately recognizes. If the flaming hellhorse and cowboy hat weren't enough of an indicator.
Y/N [Shocked]: S-STRIKER?! You should be dead!!
Striker: Let this be a lesson for ya! I ALWAYS come back!
He says with a sinister smile before he knocks Y/n out. The next time he comes to his hands, legs, and feet are bound by a tight rope and a strange metal plate covering his mouth.
Y/N [Muffled]: Ugh...what the...oh great you're still here. Well, watch this loser, Egredere magne et potens Recordio! Let's finish him off this time!...Wait what?
Striker [Chuckling]: Your fancy tricks ain't gonna work with that plate on yer mouth boy. Now quit squirming, we're gonna have company in a few.
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Striker proceeds to leap through the window of a cafe with Stolas, Stella, and her brother Andrealphus inside and fires at Stolas, who was able to dodge the first few shots and tries to escape but is caught in a glowing white rope Striker has. Striker grabs Stolas and throws him onto the back of his horse with Y/n.
Stolas: Oh, dear...this is worrisome.
Y/N [Muffled]: Oh my god, Stolas! Are you alright?!
Stolas: Wait Y/n?
Striker's horse takes off down the street with both on the back.
Y/N [Muffled]: Ugh this isn't good, Stolas, do you think you could reach your phone and call Blitzo?
Stolas: My phone? Oh, I believe so, let me try.
Stolas successfully reaches into his pocket, grabs his phone, and dials Blitzo. Who thankfully picks up.
Blitzo: Stolas! It's really not a good time, buddy...
Stolas: I'm sorry it's a bad time yet again, Blitzy. But, ummm...Y/n and I have found ourselves in a bit of a sitch. We're tied to the back of a horse at the moment.
Blitzo: Pfftt...lucky bitch. Wait Y/n is there with you?
Stolas: Um, well this he is but this is rather UNLUCKY for both of us. We seem to have been stolen by that little cowboy friend of yours.
Blitzo: Oh, which one?
Moxxie: How many cowboy friends do you know? *To Stolas* What does he look like, Your Highness?
Y/N [Muffled]: IT'S STRIKER!! HE'S ALIVE!!
Moxxie: DID HE SAY STRIKER?!?
Blitzo: Oh, for fuck's sake! Can't you just get away? Aren't you powerful? Or better yet Y/n?
Stolas: I believe he has bound me with blessed rope, which limits my ability to free myself, I'm afraid. As for Y/n, he has some kind of plate covering his mouth that seems to be dampening his powers. So, I think you should come save us.
Blitzo: Oh, shit. Stolas, I can't today, alright? I'm sorry. I-I'm literally on my way to take Loona in for her very important Hellbies s-h-o-t. It takes years to book an appointment at this place, it took five to get this one. So, you know-eh, and she's been doing a lot of field work. So, you know, she needs it, and to say she's on edge would be putting it lightly.
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Y/N [Muffled]: BLITZO ITS US!!! OUR LIVES ARE IN VERY REAL DANGER!!
Striker: Would you shut up already? I can hear you, by the way.
Striker swipes the phone with his tail.
Striker: Don't worry about your lanky birdy or your humie magician...they're in good hands.
He laughs as he crushes the phone.
Stolas: Oh, shit. We really are in danger.
Striker continues riding until he reaches his hideout in Wrath Ring all the while a mariachi imp band plays Striker's theme song until he's had enough.
Striker: SHUT THE FUCK UP! I'M TRYIN' TO DO MY FUCKING JOB! YOU COMIN' IN HERE SINGING ABOUT ME FOR THE MILLIONTH FUCKING TIME! LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE, YOU FREAKS!
Y/N [Muffled]: Are you kidding me? I'd kill to have my own official entourage and theme song!
Stolas: Speaking of which how does one get their own theme song?
Y/N [Muffled]: Is it bad that I kinda want one?
Striker: BOTH OF YOU TOO!! ESPECIALLY YOU HUMIE, ENOUGH WITH THE MUBLIN'!
END OF WESTERN ENERGY PART 1, TO BE CONTINUED IN: WESTERN ENERGY PART 2
