Today was just another day in the hotel. Peaceful, no Sinners were causing trouble. Everything was just fine. Blanketing Charlie and Vaggie, seeing the rest doing okay. You were performing your daily duties in there. So far, nothing else was left to do. You went up to the rooftops for some fresh air.
You stared at the sky, reminiscing your days in the Living. As you stare, you recalled your memories of your mind snapped after hearing about IMP's recent kill.
The day you nearly ripped the universe in two. This takes place before your Origin.
2 Weeks Ago
(Y/N): "Hey Loona. What brings you here?"
Loona: "Hi Y/N. Just dropping by...and tell you about our...recent kill."
(Y/N), deadpan: "Oh. Wait, you don't seem happy about it. Usually you text me it and...yourself in a thin thong with crossed breast stickers."
Loona: "Well, it's about the target and it reminded the time I grew up in an orphanage. It wasn't pretty. This one isn't either."
And so, she tells you about what happened.
After hearing that. The death of Frank McTickly, aka Mr. Wrigglers, your heart began beating only to sank. That man was another light in your childhood. Now he's gone. DEAD. Because of Blitzø. Reality began to violently shift as a halo forms on your head. Loona watches this both out of concern for you and in fear.
Blitzø: "Hey what the fuck is going--" Sees this and was literally in a state of shock "Y/N?"
(Y/N), sees Blitzø: "YOU!!!!" Forms a large eldritch arm beneath him and got Blitzø in a chokehold
Blitzø, struggling to breathe: "What the fuck is going on?! Is it because I borrowed some of your stuff without asking?"
(Y/N), in blood-drenched tears: "WHO HIRED YOU TO DO IT?! TO KILL FRANK MCTICKLY?! TELL ME NOW!!!"
Blitzø: "Loony! Show him...the picture of our client!"
Loona searches for it and manage to found the client and where he's at.
Loona: "Got it! Here's the location!" You took it from her "Y/N, none of us knew! Please calm down and-"
You simply threw Blitzø on her disappeared as reality shifts back to normal.
Blitzø, got off of Loona: "What's with him?! Does he know Mr. Sunshine?"
Loona: "Sure seems that way. We need to warn the others!"
Elsewhere in Hell
You managed to track down IMP's recent client. The TRUE killer of Mr. Wrigglers. He's apparently now a dark yellowish pig demon who celebrating the death of Frank McTickly. Voices in your head tells you to kill him and you shall. You nearly contorted his motel room into a tortured room with him pinned to a wall.
(Y/N), glares right in front of him: "For Mr. Wrigglers."
Later on they told Charlie and Vaggie what happened.
Vaggie: "YOU IDIOTIC ALEBRIJIES DID WWWHHHAAATTT?!?!!?"
Blitzø: "I-I know you're mad and worried about Y/N but I'm sure he's fine and letting off steam."
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Hell's Killer (Hazbin Hotel x Male Reader)
FanfictionYou were a prodigal assassin. The best of the best. The body count of criminals were indescribable. Even in off duty, you kill scumbags. But your life came to an end. Plus instead of going to Heaven, you got drag down to Hell. Ain't that a bitch? PS...
