Y/N 'Smiles' L/N:
Features:-
-Female
-Human
-Short (idc if its cringe I am 5'0" -_-)
-[E/C] eyes
-[H/L H/C] hair
-[S/C] skin
-22 years old
-College dropout
-Cult leader
-Socially awkward
-Goth
-Slightly obsessive
Likes:
-Her cult members
-Horror media
-Goth culture
-Old cars
-Radio
-Hot chocolate
Dislikes:
-Bigots
-Creeps
-Perverts
Relationships:
-Family: Okay-ish
-Friends: N/A
-Partner(s): N/A
Extra:
-Has three maine coons named Punky, Shithead, and Sugarplum
-Biromantic, Asexual
-Lives in Louisiana. In an old house in Covington.
A/N - Obviously this is Hazbin Hotel so it's gonna be pretty fucked, but this is still a pretty dark story that romanticizes some fucked up shit, so I'm putting the note here. I don't support a lot of this stuff IRL. Obviously don't murder someone. Don't glorify murderers. Don't eat people, or do drugs, or start cults, or any of that stuff. And since it comes up almost immediately, obviously don't doxx people or harass people online. This is a work of fiction. Let's keep it that way ^^ We should always work to make the world a safe place. As to say, it's a dark story with dark themes. Let's keep it fictional :D
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Worship. // HAZBIN HOTEL X FEM. READER
FanfictionY/N's hobbies accidentally caused the growth of a small cult worshipping a certain dead radio host. This cult happens to be causing a fair bit of damage. To fix this problem, she has to go to the source. TRIGGER WARNING - THIS STORY IS KINDA PRETTY...
