Vince's tale

Chapter 1

   Vincent was a game developer, he had published several games that become popular for a long while. Games were that of: Hex Control, God Complex, and Suppression. He came up with Suppression from a dream he had of being enslaved and kept in a cage. It was said by many players that God Complex and Suppression were both horrifying and realistic games, that brought players to tears. 

   His games were based mostly off of his personal experiences and concepts he played around with in his mind that he thought would be enjoyable.  He found enjoyment in video games when he was younger and loved watching YouTubers play games like Minecraft and Call of Duty. 

    Vincent isn't someone you would consider "Mentally stable" consider his childhood and adult life wasn't the best. His parents were complicated, and his love life was considered "Hopeless." He's dead now, he committed a crime and now he laid himself in the underworld, where his punishment was to be brought out for his actions.

I woke up, after tying the rope and ending my suffering, but when I woke up, I woke up in a dark room. I opened my eyes in the dark, to see nothing around me at first, then an entity with an evil smile appeared in the distance. The figure spoke three words, "Welcome to Hell" and then I plummeted to the red dirt below. Looking up, I saw there was a pentagram in the maroon sky, and then a thought flowed through my head, "So I am in hell huh?" 

   I kinda chuckled and dusted myself off, I hadn't changed much in appearance honestly. I still had long black hair, and brown eyes, but my skin was ashy and dark. I felt my teeth weren't teeth anymore, they were daggers digging into my blood red gums. My arms were scarred, my face was scratched and my eyes had what felt like black chalk around them. I sighed, looking around at the desolate and destroyed city around me, each building looks like that of the human world in a way. I looked behind me, and I saw a clock tower, the clock being the pentagram, and the words under it said "Next Cleanse 364 days."

   How strange, I thought, I expected my fate to be hundreds of times worse than that which I had been given. It looked like my home, almost identical, only this place was empty, warm and somewhat windy. "Hello?" I yelled out in the wind. But it was no use, nobody answered. I sighed and walked around for a bit, I was so confused, but so intrigued. Walking down the sidewalk, he saw a building with the name "Hazbin Hotel" which caught my attention instantly. For some odd reason, it caught my attention, considering every other building seemed to be vulgar or have an unsettling look, which makes sense for hell I guess. The structure was very interesting in looks, it had the look of an evil lair, like  Lex Luthor was hiding inside. 

   I step inside, pushing the glass doors aside,  and look inside the beautiful building. The inside looked extremely clean and very fancy, I felt like I went somewhere I shouldn't have been. There was a bar with someone at the counter, he was passed out with the appearance of a cat with wings and a bottle of "Cheap booze" in hand. Suddenly, before I knew it, a hand red skinned, well dressed man appeared before me. His teeth were yellow and sharp, he held a microphone in hand, his dress was a handsome red tuxedo that looked brand new, and he even had horns. I assumed this was the owner of the building but I never asked, because he scared the living shit out of me by appearing. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, my ashy fellow!" he said, but his voice wasn't normal, it was that of an old 1920's radio. I backed up, his presence caught me off guard, and something about him made me uneasy. "Thank you...Who are you? What is this place? I just got here, so I'm very confused." I spoke kinda nervous.

   His smile grew, in a more welcoming look, "Do not worry, my friend, you are in the Hazbin Hotel, a place for sinners to fix the mistakes they've made and start a new!" I looked around me and asked, "This doesn't look like a rehab center, plus it's a Hotel?" He laughed, "My friend, do not worry, this hotel will have everything you need to rehabilitation!" Looking around, I noticed there was nobody left in the building, except for me, him, and the sleeping cat. "So is this it? Don't you have others working here?" I asked. His assurance seemed very joyous, which made me feel better, "The others are currently sleeping, and we also have another fellow staying here, if you would like to join us, that is." I told him that I wanted to stay, and he lead me into a large room, one with a huge bed, no TV, but it did have magazines and a table with a light. Good enough, for a "Rehabilitation hotel" or whatever. I asked one question before I laid down and passed out, "Who else is here?" and he gave a simple answer, "You'll see tomorrow, night night sleepyhead" and shut the door. The thought ran through my head, but I was somewhat excited to see who else I was gonna, but also nervous. I turned the lamp light off and passed out on the bed, wrapped like a burrito in my blankets.