PA to the Radio Demon

Chapter 1: Meeting the Radio Demon

The songs have been stuck in my head for the past month straight! Also I've been simping after Lucifer for the longest time so be prepared for that. 

I do not own Hazbin Hotel but I hope that I can bring the characters to justice, let me know what you think! 😀

It hadn't been long since I woke up in Hell. It had only been a month since my death, I was surprised actually, I didn't think I was that bad. I didn't kill anyone that I knew of, and I was nice enough to those around me. I had a slight problem with my neighbor, but come on. The bitch was trying to poison my dog! I had to retaliate.

There was no fucking way I was going to look the other way and be nice to that fat bitch and her demon hell spawns for throwing chocolate, chicken bones, fuck even rat poison over the side of the fence in hopes that my dog would choke and die. I had asked more than once to please stop and they acted like it was the biggest fucking problem in the world.

So I retaliated. Small things at first, having my dog shit in their front yard (yes I picked it up but still it pissed her off so much), salting her precious flower beds, playing my music so loud whenever they had guests over. I even had my brother come over once dressed in one of those sexy catholic nun outfits. It was for a halloween party but the look on her face was priceless.

The cops did nothing, I had made a report and they stated that they couldn't technically do anything since I didn't have any proof.

So I bought cameras. I bought the best that I could afford because obviously I needed something to prove that this bitch and her hellspawn were trying to hurt my precious puppy.

I can still feel my heart ache.

I wasn't able to protect her. I couldn't save her. When I noticed she was acting stranger than usual I tried to make her vomit. I did everything I could before rushing to the emergency vet. It was too late. My precious baby girl, my angel. The only reason for living was gone. And I couldn't do anything about it.

The vet's office can still probably hear me wailing in their hallway, screaming that they're wrong. That my baby wasn't dead. My Stella.

I was hit with an overwhelming depression. I couldn't protect her. I couldn't save her. I should have done something differently. I should have kept her in the house that day, she would still be here if she was inside. I shouldn't have yelled at her when she pottied in the house, she didn't know any better. If I would have known my time with her would have been so short I would have done everything in my power to save her.

My baby. My Stella. She didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve anything except love and adoration. My body went on autopilot and I grabbed my exacto knife and a pen. A bloody tear stained paper could be found next to my body stating it was my neighbors fault and that I hoped she'd burn in hell.

Then I woke up here. In hell. I woke up in the middle of a sidewalk staring up at a red sky and surrounded by decommissioned buildings.

The pain I felt was still strong as I stumbled through the streets looking for a way to end myself again when I met Charlie.

I met Charlie, princess of hell! She had asked if I was okay and I broke down all over again sobbing about my dog and what happened. She was so sweet. She held me as if I was her best friend and said soothing words I can't remember much now. She was there though, she understood my pain. She had taken me back to this hotel and that's where I've been since.

The hotel was a rehabilitation center for those sinners who wished to try and get into heaven. I gave it a shot because if I did get into Heaven I wanted nothing more than to see my Stella again. After getting my own room I got another shock of my undead life. I didn't look the same. My hair was snow white. My skin an ashy gray, my clothes were tattered and ripped gray and black. I looked like a ghost.