Casey (oc) Helluva bos and hazbin hotel story

Chapter 1

A/N this is a comfort daydream scenario of mine, its my coping mechanism. Its not going to be super realistic but i hope someone else can enjoy it. also please remember im 15 when reading this.

Casey. A 15-year-old girl who lives in Florida and really likes rollercoasters, hangs out with her friends every weekend, and always looks to lend a helping hand to anyone who may need it, somehow ended up in hell. She looked at her hands, now red with pointy black nails. She felt her wings flap a few times, looking up from where she stood, viewing the unfamiliar environment she was thrown in. Panic. The first emotion she felt being in hell. She saw people.. demons on the street, bleeding, shooting each other, stealing, drunk, cussing one another out, cannibals, buildings everywhere, drug vending machines, dead bodies, etc. "Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitnonononono" She thought to herself, a few tears falling before her thoughts were quickly cut off by someone bumping into her shoulder. "Watch it, bitch. People are walking here!" He exclaimed angrily before sighing and walking off. He was a demon, but not like the ones you see in media with little red horns and a pitchfork. He resembled a hyena. Casey took a few steps back and looked at the floor. Sidewalk. She was on the sidewalk of a street. She wondered where to go anxiously before heading off into some random direction holding back tears, hoping this was just a nightmare.

Casey had always lived in Florida, in the same city her whole life. Somehow she was still a loner. She got along with almost everyone but only had 3 or 4 close friends she would text daily. Her dad was an alcoholic and not really a dad at all, and her mom was a workaholic. Leaving Casey to care for herself most days. Her aunt, Jodi, came over to visit when she could. To watch her. She was lovely, but had some issues of her own. None she took out on Casey but did present themself in a way where Casey learned early on that she would soon enough be more intelligent than her aunt. Because of this, she was never taught the most basic of things. Including how to care for herself, other than what she picked up or taught herself. She died on a fateful April night, a car crash. Right after Easter. She snuck out with some friends and got into a bad wreck. That was her last memory, before she ended up here at least.

Casey wandered the streets of hell, thinking of what to do. Her thoughts were racing. Why did she end up in hell? Was she really as bad as the rest of these demons? No, she couldn't think about that now if she wanted to survive. First, she needed to get somewhere safe. She walked around whatever city she was in, and eventually passed a tv shop. She looked through the window at one of the TVs on display. It was showing an ad for a hotel, to rehabilitate sinners! Perfect! And it's free? Wow. This has to be too good to be true. She watched the rest of the ad for the location of the hotel. It was technically within walking distance, but it would take ages to get to. Casey looked around and noticed a cab service. She walked over and knocked on the driver's window. He rolled it down slightly just to where Casey could see his eye. "How much do you charge?" She asked the driver. "15 bucks per ride." He said casually, he had a naturally deep voice. "Okay, thanks." She walked away. Shit. How was she supposed to get money? She looked around trying to figure something out. Her sights landed on an older looking woman, probably somewhere in her 40s or 50s, and who had the face, hands, and skin of a red poison dart frog. She was on the phone talking to someone and carrying a big purse. Bingo! Casey reluctantly decided to pickpocket the woman. Yeah its risky, but what choice does she have? Casey stealthily wandered over to the woman and started walking behind her, picking up some of her phone conversation. "And i told him, if you aren't gonna pay me what you owe me I swear ill have you fucking killed!" She complained to whoever was on the other line in a thick New York accent. Casey followed close behind and when the time was right, she reached inside her purse. "Exactly! i mean- what? HEY!" The woman quickly noticed Casey. Shit. Casey panicked and without thinking, just grabbed the whole purse. "HEY! SHIT- THEIF! LET IT GO!" The woman stuttered as she yelled, obviously not expecting to be robbed. Casey was unable to speak, she herself was in shock. It was her first time robbing someone. Somehow, she was able to grab the purse out of the woman's hands and booked it. She ran like her life depended on it. "HEY! THATS MINE! YOU LITTLE CUNT! ILL KILL YOU!" The woman yelled running close behind Casey while yelling every unholy word one could imagine and more. They ran pretty far before the woman started gaining on her. Casey was thinking of what to do when she accidentally flapped her wings again, probably due to stress. She had wings! She flapped them as hard as she could and to her advantage they actually worked! She began flying! Thank god.

She flew up to the roof of a nearby building, losing the woman who was still screaming profanity from a distance. Casey camped up on the building for a bit to look through the woman's purse. Lipstick, lottery cards, some cigarettes and a lighter, anndddd.. yes! A wallet! Casey quickly opened it to find the ladies ID, credit card, and some cash. She quickly counted the cash. 1, 5, 10, 20, 30, 35. 35! 35 Bucks! "Yesssssss thank god! or.. Satan? Thank fuck." Casey internally celebrated. She stuffed the money back into the wallet and peered down the building and saw that the angry woman was gone, but she still didn't want to risk it. She fluttered across a couple of buildings that stood above alleyways with extremely sketchy looking demons and headed back into the direction of the cab driver from before. She jumped down back to the street, using her wings to land safely. She walked back over to the cab with her newfound purse and knocked on the window. The driver cracked his window down again. "Can I get a ride?" She asked. "..You got money?" He asked in a flat tone. "Yeah i do." Casey replied and from what she could see, the driver nodded and she heard the back door unlock as the driver's window rolled back up. She got into the car. "Where to?" The demon asked his deep voice. He looked to be a blue cyclops demon of sorts. Casey was a little frightened by his appearance but masked her anxiety as to not come across as rude. "Uhhh the.. Hazbin Hotel? Please. *Insert address*" She said, almost uncertain as if she wasn't entirely sure this was even a real place. "Really? Thats a first." The demon chuckled to himself. She didn't really understand what he meant by that so she stayed silent. "That'll be 15 bucks" The demon said casually. "Oh! Right. One second.." Casey replied, shuffling through the purse. She pulled out the wallet and gave the driver the money. "Thanks." He opened his center console and put the money in it and began driving.

The driver dropped her off at the front of the hotel and drove off. Casey sighed anxiously as she walked towards the hotel, So it DID exist. Well, that's good at least, she thought to herself and opened the front door. Looking around, the first thing she noticed was the lobby. There were a few demons there sitting on the furniture, all with different appearances. One of them quickly noticed Casey and made a comment. "Who the fuck is that?"