Unable To See In The Light

666 News

In the present day, Vaggie was tying Charlie's bowtie and wiping some dust off of her shoulder. "Do you remember what to say?"

Charlie was in the green room off 666 News, awaiting her interview. She was currently wearing her red tuxedo, her white button up shirt, her black bowtie, her black dress shoes, and her custom black Ray-Bans with red lens that matched her tuxedo. A mobility cane in her left hand.

Charlie took a breath. "I'm ready!"

Vaggie put her hand on Charlie's shoulder. "Just wear an earpiece, I'll whisper it to you."

Charlie sighed. "Come on, hon. I know what to say…" Charlie gasped. "Oh! What if I-?"

"Sing a song about it?" Vaggie smiled.

Charlie chuckled. "You knew I was going to say that."

Vaggie chuckled. "Because I know you… but please don't sing. This is serious!"

"Well, you know I'm better at expressing myself and my goals through song!"

Vaggie sighed. "Well… life isn't a musical, hon… besides… you won't be able to see the audience."

Charlie was quiet for a minute, before chuckling. "Well, I guess blindness does have its benefits." Vaggie giggled. "But… for you, I won't sing." Charlie then spoke with her best English accent. "I'll just have to resort to my impeccable improve skills."

Vaggie rolled her eye with a smirk, before grabbing her girlfriend's right hand, guiding her to the stage. As Charlie was seen, many of the audience members started laughing at her.

"Blind bitch!","Didn't see you coming!","Buy bitcoin!","Yourself faking it!"

As Vaggie led to the guest chair, Katie Killjoy got in front of them, causing Vaggie to stop herself and Charlie. Katie gazed daggers at Charlie as Vaggie let go of her and walked backstage.

"So, this is the infamous Princess of Hell? First time having a… 'guest' with a handicap." Katie chuckled bitterly at Charlie.

Charlie shrugged, before offering Katie a handshake, putting her hand in the direction she heard Katie's voice. "Yeah, cool. Nice to meet you."

Katie chuckled at this attempt. "You can put that away. I don't touch the gays." Katie then got in Charlie's face, making the princess shudder as she felt Katie's breath against her face. "Or cripples! I have standards." Katie got out of Charlie's face.

"...okay. The simple 'I don't shake hands' would've worked too." Charlie shrugged.

Katie scoffed. "Look, my time is money, so I'll keep this short." Katie booped Charlie's chest. "You're not here because we wanted you here." Katie booped her nose. "You're here because Jeffrey wouldn't make it for his cannibal cooking segments."

Charlie was confused. "Wait, I thought you said you don't touch-."

Katie grabbed Charlie by the throat. Unbeknownst to them, they were live again. "So don't get cute with me, honey, or I will fucking bury you!!"

"Katie we're live!"

Katie dashed back to her seat as she let Charlie go. "Welcome back!" Katie sat down, looking at Charlotte with a wide, creepy smile. "So, Charlotte…"

The camera panned over to Charlie, who shook her head. "Fuck this!!" Charlie turned 180 degrees, before using her mobility cane to guide herself off the set.

Tom got up, sighing. "Your highness." Tom ran off the set, returning a couple moments later, guiding Charlie back over to the desk.

"Did you hear that? She said she was going to bury me!"

Tom Trench nodded. "Look, just be happy you can't see her creepy smile." Tom brought Charlie to her seat and helped her sit down. "Just take a breath, present your project, you'll never see her again."

Charlie nodded. "Okay. I can do that."

Katie rolled her eyes, before looking at Charlie with an unhinged smile. "Tell us about this project you've been working on and wouldn't stop pestering us about?"

Charlie was confused. "Pestering? I received a phone call saying I was invited here."

Katie chuckled, before Tom whispered in her ear. Katie looked at Tom. "So she's the…" Tom nodded. Katie looked back at the crowd with an awkward smile.

"All jokes. Just jokes. We invited her here to show how progressive we are with people who have physical disabilities. It's not just some cheap attempt to be seen with a blind person to boost ratings." Katie wrapped her arm around Charlie to look good in front of the camera, making Charlie shudder. "So, Charlotte, who's overcome this tragic, tragic tragedy, what is the project you came up with?"

Charlie shook Katie's arm off. "Well, Ms. Killjoy, after my 'double tragic tragedy, ' I've three times as harder to find a way to get rid of the Extermination. There's a much more simple way to deal with overpopulation." Katie pretended to be interested to look progressive. "It's called 'redemption.' So, my girlfriend and I created 'The Happy Hotel' to rehabilitate sinners as a way to get them into Heaven!"

Everyone watching seemed entirely uninterested. Charlie could sense this.

Charlie sighed. "Maybe there's another way I can get through to you." Charlie stood up.

"Oh, no." Vaggie pacepalmed, assuming she'd sing.

But instead of singing, Charlie took off her Ray-Bans to show her glass eyes with red irises. Everyone was confused, before Charlie took them out of her sockets one at a time, to everyone's horror.

"The Extermination did this to me. Everyday I wish I could see the screens of a TV or what a rainbow looks like. But look at me. The main reason I'm doing this is to avoid your deaths, yet for years, people laughed at me trying to keep them alive. And one thing I want you all to realize, is that if an exterminator decides to keep you alive, they still might stab your spine and you won't be able to walk. Or you could wake up with your penis cut eight feet away from your body." Everyone shuddered. "I know you might not believe me, but just remember, I'm doing this hotel to look out for you. Because if I don't, nobody might."

Charlie put her glass eyes back in her sockets, then put her Ray-Bans back on. She then sat back down. Katie gulped.

"So you want everyone to start being nice?" Charlie nodded. "But what if it doesn't work?"

Charlie sighed and smiled. "It's worth a try."

"Do you have any clients?"

Charlie nodded. "One. So far he's been behaved, sober, and clean for two weeks."

Just then they had breaking news. A turf war was shown on TV. Charlie sighed as she heard the familiar laughter of Angel Dust wiped away her smile. "Oh, shit… that's our client. At least I don't have to watch it."