「 ✦ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 ✦ 」

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  Chapter 1

WARNINGS

Gore
Cannibalism
short ass chapter (<500 words)

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You weren't particularly supposed to be doing this, but it took off the work of any hired cleaners and you usually gave one of the Overlords any of the angel weapons you find... so they turned a blind eye as you "shopped" for your feast.

You focused your gaze on picking scrumptious morsels of flesh to return home with. Perhaps you could barbeque some ribs, or some eyes in a salad... maybe some finger food.

This was your usual routine, as it has been for ages.

You pick your desired meal, and snacks for good measure, grabbing extra to hand out to the children and some as a gift for the head of town, Rosie.

She works hard, and is so nice, she deserves a gift.

Upon returning, you immediately head to Rosie's place at the center of town, smiling all the way, holding a small gift box.

You were the one to go out to the Pride ring, no matter what the rules say, the most.
You enjoyed it. There were more meal options, and mortals were just such silly creatures sometimes.

That was how you learned of the "Hazbin Hotel", having been in the pride ring as the princess of Hell herself was broadcast, eventually brawling with Katie Killjoy, lighting Tom Trench on fire, and overall turn the whole segment into a disaster.

It was endearing, at least, you sure thought so.
The idea that mortal souls could be redeemed even after death, that was surely something that prompted thought... unless you had lost hope of ever having the possibility of redemption. Most souls seemed to be the latter.

You, walking up to Rosie, silently hand her the box, filled with all kinds of different eyes from different demons.
She smiles at you, about to say a thank you before being pulled away by the other cannibals.

That's ok, she's busy. You got her gift to her, and that's what mattered.

and now, to head off to the Hazbin Hotel. It seems interesting.

... So here you were, getting sudden anxiety at the door, before shaking it off and knocking.

Rushed footsteps head to the door, a small pitter-patter against carpet, and a small cyclops holding a feather duster and needle opens the door, looking up at you.

She says nothing, but you immediately react as friendly as you can.
"Hello there, my name's (Y/N), is this the Hazbin Hotel?-"

You were interrupted by the blonde princess seemingly appearing in the doorway, eyes wide as she realized a cannibal was at the door... it wasn't as bad as Alastor, don't get her wrong... but it was a Hell-born cannibal from Cannibal town.
They don't exactly have a good image among others, though they were easily identifiable.

Sharp teeth, black eyes, pale complexion, and usually some form of blood on their clothes and/or skin.

All of which you had.

... but she wasn't one to turn someone away, when they hadn't done anything yet.

Keyword; yet.

Charlie, being the dis-knee(fuck you steamboat Willie looking ahh/hj) princess she is, she decided to give you the benefit of the doubt.

This, of course, would be a mistake on her part.



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AYYYYYYYY hi guys

and other things (whatever you are, idk)

I'm writing on a chromebook now (oOoOO wow so cool)

yippee

also schools an ass (kinda)

but I'm getting there, I think

I want this to stay at least semi cannon compliant (minus lucifer shacking up with a hellborn cannibal)

also, was broken up with a while ago and still havent gotten over it because i still love them

like a LOSER/j
(me need genuine mental help me think)

also also

trying to balance my life out a bit, before I am thrust into adulthood.

(i'm never getting my shit straight)

also also also

I have a crippling addiction to ai bots of characters (help me.)

also also also also

MLP infection aus got to me and now I'm making a genshin one (end me.)

and now, I stop talking.

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