It's finally over. The last thing Michael saw were flames, finally putting an end to this horror that his father had started. Michael could finally rest.
Well…not really.
It seems like he wakes up in a very strange and brutal place, and he...is a furry? Wait, what?
Michael looked around, trying to understand where he was and what was going on. He ran a hand through his hair and felt a pair of ears sticking out of his head.
Bear ears.
He also noticed that his hands were no longer purple. Now they are white. He has never been so confused in his life as he is now.
"Excuse me sir, what is this place?" Michael asked the first person who walked down the street. This person also looked strange. Just like everyone else here.
"Fuck yourself, dumbass." He replied rudely, without even looking at him. Michael blinked in surprise.
"Uh huh…Right. Yeah. Of course. You fuck yourself." Michael snorted, walking away.
Walking along the sidewalk and looking around, he kept coming across dead bodies or even scattered body parts. "What the hell—"
Suddenly Michael heard music and singing literally out of nowhere. Even more confused, he noticed a blonde girl running down the street and singing. And what's weirder is that no one pays her any attention unless they’re joins in the singing.
"I can hear all their stories, the lost and displaced!
And I know that they're more of an acquired taste!
But if I open the door and I give them a place!
At my Hazbin Hotel…
It'll be a happy day in Hell!"
"Excuse me, a happy day in what now?" Michael muttered to himself, hoping it was some kind of joke or dream.
Unfortunately, this is all real.
He looked in the direction where the girl ran from and saw a huge building in the distance. He could even see the big glowing ‚Hazbin Hotel’ sign from here.
"Fuck it." He sighed and, having no choice, headed towards the hotel. What else was he supposed to do with himself? From what he understood, he was in hell. It made sense, he was dead after all, and he definitely wasn't a good person.
At least that's how he saw himself.
After all, he killed his little brother, and bullying him day after day, how could he be a good person?
He wasn't surprised to find himself in hell. No. But he is disappointed. He hoped that after death there was simply nothing. That he would be able to rest from this terrible life.
And what the fuck is this hell where people sing? And why were there dead bodies everywhere? This is everyday life in hell?
Wait. Can he die in hell? He'll have to find out.
Michael was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice he was approaching the hotel. He shook his head and stared at the strange building for a moment, then sighed and walked to the door. Was he supposed to knock? How does it work in hell? He should enter here without knocking?
He hesitantly opened the door, closing it quietly behind him once he was inside. He heard some voices, so he went towards them.
He immediately regretted it.
"I’ve been a bad boy and I need a big, strong daddy to put me in my place…On the path to redemption!"
"Well, you come—"
"Ohh yes!"
"…To the right place."
"Cut!"
Yes, he definitely didn't come at the right time.
He slowly started to back, but unfortunately for him, he was noticed.
"Okay, Angel, I need you to be…huh?" The white-haired girl looked at Michael and before he could blink, she was next to him, pointing some kind of spear at him. "Who are you?"
"Hey, hey, calm down!" Michael raised his hands in the air.
"Who. Are. You."
"Pff. If this is how you welcome all guests at the hotel…" The bartender snorted in slight amusement. The white-haired girl froze for a moment and quickly lowered her weapon.
"Right! I did not think about it. Are you our new guest? Have you come to our hotel to find redemption?"
"Find…redemption? Wait, wow, slowly. What is this place?" Michael frowned.
"You don't know what this place is? Have you been here since yesterday or what?"
"Well…I've been here since today, to be more precise."
"Oh. Oh! Okay, i get it. It’s fine. Let me explain then. I’m Vaggie, this is Angel Dust and Husk. And this is…Hazbin Hotel, a place where souls can seek redemption. You know, changing for the better to get to heaven."
"What? Can a soul that is in hell end up in heaven? Is that even possible?"
"Uh…well, I think…? It hasn't worked out yet, but...we're working on it, okay?" Vaggie sighed heavily, and Michael decided to drop the topic. Would a soul from hell go to heaven? Impossible. But he didn't want to argue.
"Right, so… this is a hotel, right? So you can live here? For free or…?"
"Yes, for free. And if you want to try redemption, you can stay here."
"Oh! You know…I can stay here." Michael shrugged. So the problem with a place to live is solved, easy.
"Great! Charlie will be happy when she comes back."
"Who?"
"Ah, yes. Charlie created this hotel, she's Lucifer's daughter and she's my girlfriend"
"Lucifer’s…daughter?"
"Don't worry, she's very kind. Oh, Niffty and Alastor are also here in the hotel. You'll meet them when they get back here, I don't know where they are now"
"Hey! Since you're staying here...maybe we can get to know each other better, little bear? Hmm?" Angel winked at Michael, smiling flirtatiously. Husk rolled his eyes at this and started cleaning the glasses behind the bar.
Yeah. Michael's stay at Hazbin Hotel will certainly be a very interesting experience.
