Blitz, a classic demon Imp, sets out to run his own small assassin business with his weapons specialist Moxxie, his bruiser Millie, and his receptionist hellhound Loona. Together, they attempt to survive each other while running a start-up in Hell.
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The Presence: Greetings, dear readers, to the realm of existence. I am known by many names, but you may call me The Presence. It is my duty, my solemn charge, to watch over the vast expanse of the multiverse.
He gestures expansively, as if encompassing all of creation in a single sweep of his hand.
The Presence: Across infinite worlds and endless dimensions, I am the sentinel, the guardian of balance. It is I who ensure that the delicate tapestry of reality remains intact, that no thread unravels, no stitch is misplaced.
His voice carries the weight of eons, yet there is a warmth, a kindness in his tone.
The Presence: Reality, dear readers, is much like an endless ocean, its depths unfathomable, its boundaries ever-expanding. Within it, countless streams of existence flow, each carrying its own worlds, its own stories.
He clasps his hands together, as if holding the very essence of reality within them.
The Presence: Imagine, if you will, a tapestry of such complexity and beauty that no single being can comprehend its entirety. Each thread represents a universe, each weave a galaxy, every knot a world teeming with life. And within this grand design, every action, every choice, creates ripples that echo across the fabric of reality.
The Presence's gaze becomes distant, lost in thought.
The Presence: The universe operates on principles beyond mere physics or magic. It is bound by laws that govern not only the movement of planets but the flow of time and the essence of being itself. These laws ensure harmony and balance, preventing chaos from tearing the multiverse asunder.
He leans back, a somber expression crossing his face.
The Presence: Yet, it is fragile, this balance. Forces both dark and light constantly vie for dominance, and it falls upon me, and others like me, to maintain the equilibrium. For should this balance ever tip too far, the consequences would ripple through the multiverse, leading to unimaginable devastation.
The Presence: In the grand tapestry of the multiverse, you'll find that universes often mirror each other, like reflections in a pond. Yet, each reflection bears its own ripples, its unique distortions that set it apart. Some worlds are governed by science, others by magic, and some, by a blend of both. In one universe, you might find peace and prosperity, while in another, war and chaos reign supreme.
He pauses, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
The Presence: Amidst this infinite variety, there exists a peculiar constant, a thread that weaves through the fabric of countless worlds. This thread is a person, a character of remarkable interest—Y/N.
The Presence leans in, as if sharing a confidential secret.
The Presence: Y/N is an anomaly, an enigma. In every universe where he exists, he finds himself at the heart of pivotal events. Sometimes a hero, other times a reluctant participant, but always, in some way, influencing the course of history.
The Presence's demeanor shifts, a mixture of fascination and concern etching his ancient features as he contemplates a peculiar anomaly.
The Presence: In the vast expanse of the multiverse, anomalies arise, puzzles that challenge even my understanding. But what I have recently observed is both unprecedented and profoundly intriguing. In one world, not one but eight incarnations of Y/N exist simultaneously.
With a flourish of his hand, The Presence summons an image of a world, its vibrant colors and landscapes shimmering in the air before him. The Presence gestures towards the image, where fragments of a mirror float in space, each reflecting a different version of Y/N.
The Presence: It's like a mirror shattered into pieces, each fragment reflecting the same image, yet each with its own unique distortion. But to find multiple versions of the same individual coexisting in a single universe is rare; to find eight is borderline impossible.
The Presence, in his vast experience observing the multiverse, turns his attention to Hell. Here, in this place of eternal consequence, two versions of Y/N live.
The first Y/N worked at the Hazbin Hotel, a place with a mission as audacious as it is noble—to rehabilitate sinners. This Y/N, worked tirelessly alongside the hotel's eccentric staff, aiming to find redemption for sinners. Not to mention that he had a harem. Though it was hard to tell if Charlie was the main girl, or if it was Velvette.
Meanwhile, the second Y/N has aligned with the Immediate Murder Professionals (I.M.P), a far cry from the rehabilitative aspirations of the Hazbin Hotel. This Y/N worked with three imps and Hellhound in killing mortals. He was the son of the Hell Priest, himself.
But in the mortal realm, there were two other Y/N's.
One of them was autistic like the Y/N's in hell. He and his girlfriend both end up being unexpectedly thrust into Safe Haven, a fantastic world full of incredible beasts, unimaginable beings and many characters. They received a job as a guidance counselor at the Zoo-Phoenix Academy, with a colorful cast of talking animals and strange creatures for them to treat.
But the other Y/N...I'm sorry to say, wasn't as nice as the other three. In a stark contrast to the others, another version of Y/N takes on a more ominous role. This Y/N, known for his photo negative appearance and attire reminiscent of Mickey Mouse, dwells in Ashdown Forest. This place is notably the original site of Fredbear's Family Diner. This particular Y/N, along with a group of friends who share a similar sentiment of abandonment and vengeance, harbors a deep resentment towards Charlie Emily.
The Presence is still trying to find out more about the other four Y/N's. But he knows one Y/N lives in Arizona, has Autism and ADHD, and is the stepfather to a boy named Skid.
