Hazbin Hotel One Shots

What happened? (P1)

[Credit idea to @Blueberry_M1lk ]
( Gender ambiguity! Also, I'm sorry I don't post much, since I'm more active on quotev, but I will take requests. Also, change of how I do perspectives. Now enjoy.)

Okay, so you didn't exactly understand what happened. One minute you were just talking to Alastor, your partner in crime, and then the next minute you were sitting in Hell. You blinked a few times as you looked around. It was most definitely hell. The sky wasn't nearly as red on earth. There were screams and blood as well, but that was the usual.

You just sat on the curb for a solid five minutes, just trying to figure out what happened. You know Alastor was looking at you funny, but when wasn't he? He said something about voices, but like, Alastor was funny like that. He grabbed a knife, apologizing, but not really apologizing, but that was... Yeah, no, he killed you.

But why? You couldn't wrap your head around it. You both had agreed that murder would be a lot easier with each other. Plus,you both got good things out of it. You got half the body to burn and he got the other half for dinner. Really a win-win. But now he just killed you. You couldn't figure it out. So you just kinda shrugged it off.

Until three months later. You were just sitting in your shitty apartment when the lights went out. You groaned, sitting up on your bed.

"What the fuck!" You yelled. Then the screams seemed to grow louder outside. "The hell is going on?" You muttered, walking over to the window. You opened the curtains before closing them again. You must be drunker than you thought, because you thought you just saw a new overlord coming into Hell. You peaked out again before jumping away as you narrowly missed something that shattered your window and destroyed one of the metal poles on your bed. "Dammit!" You cursed, crawling across the floor and hiding under your desk.

After a few hours the chaos finally died down. You crawled out from under the desk and cautiously walking over to shattered window. You saw one demon that was still alive out of those that had been massacred, smiling as he dusted himself off. He looked as if he had just dumped a bucket of blood over his self. You couldn't make much details except that he was probably the one who killed everyone. It was amazing, really.

Now, you weren't a powerful overlord yourself, but you were still an overlord. So you made a mental note of him and went back to your work.

You sat at your desk, pulling out a pencil and peice of paper. You doodle dead demons for a few minutes until you heard a knock at the door. You growled before going out of your room and to the front room.

"Who is it?" You asked walking towards the front door.

"Me! I believe you survived my massacre?" A voice asked on the other side. You stopped dead in your tracks. You knew that voice far too well.

"Oh for fucks sake. Al, what are you doing here?" You asked, walking to the door and unlocking it. You opened it to see your old friend in a new form.

Despite being confused he had a bright, forever smile on his face. He was most definitely a deer demon. He had the horns and everything. He was wearing the clothes he must have died in, his outfit he always wore to his radio broadcasts. Almost every inch of him was red, even his eyes. He had a staff with the radio mic he used to record with, but red.

He blinked a few times before cocking his head. "Do I know you?" He asked, getting a frown from you.

"Alastor, I swear, if you forgot your business partner I am going to loose it and slap you silly." You threatened, opening the door fully so he could see you.

You were an ink demon to mimic your profession in life. You looked a lot gruffer then you did when you first appeared in hell. You literally looked like yourself if you were a black and white animated character.

Alastor blinked again before his smile widened. "Ah, (Y/N)! Pleasure to see you again, my good friend. How have you been?" Alastor greeted, shaking your hand. You shrugged.

"As good as Hell can make me. Now how did you get here?" You answered. Alastor laughed before pointing to the star on his forehead.

"The police!" He jeered before letting himself into the apartment. "They caught me and chased me to the forest. What a show, really! I doubt they could have found me. But I was shot, by a hunter, I think." Alastor explained, looking the apartment over.

"I see. So your new partner didn't kill you?" You joked, shutting and locking the door. Alastor shook his head.

"I don't have a new partner! No one could replace you, old chap. Plus, the only reason I killed you was because of the voices. I didn't like the idea, but the voices are never wrong on who I should kill. No one can kill me unless I kill them first. It was a lucky shot with my death." He said, turning to his friend at the end. You were confused before it clicked.

"Wait, I think I have an idea. Follow me." You said, walking to your room. You both walked in, Alastor looking at your many drawings as you scavenge your desk for what you wanted. You finally found a dusty book and let an 'ah hah' out.

"What is it?" Alastor asked. You pulled the book out and blew the dust off before cracking it open. You flipped threw the pages before finding what you were looking for.

"A book of illnesses, mental and physical. I stole it from a pawn shop last week. It has everything, even ones that haven't been discovered yet. STDs are a big thing in the future. But I think you have schizophrenia. I'm not quite sure what it is though, just a bunch of imaginary things I guess." You said, pointing at the word. He looked it over before looking back to you.

"My friend, you might be onto something." He said, his smile growing an inch. You rolled your eyes at his excitement.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Now what else do you want?" You retorted as he took the book from your hands and began reading the page over.

"To be honest, I came here to kill you. I just feel lots of new energy in this new form and want to get it out. The voices say the only way is to get rid of them." He said, narrowing his eyes on the paper. "But I really don't want to kill you, as much as I love murder." He finished. You chuckled, leaning back in your chair.

"All I can say is only listen to the voices when it doesn't come to your friends or good people. Assholes deserve it though." You said, looking up at your ceiling. "I mean, G@d forbid we let good people into heaven." You chuckled, shaking your fist towards the ceiling.

"Pardon?" Alastor asked, tilting his head to look at you. You shrugged, letting your hand drop.

"Heaven's apparently a little too strict for letting people in. It's terrible, really. I've met a few good people here that get corrupted withing the first few days. But, whatever." You explain, standing and going to your bed. "If you need somewhere to stay tonight, my couch is always free." You said, laying in your bed.

"Right, right. Thank you, my friend. Alastor said before walking out of the room and going towards the couch. You held out your hand and flicked your wrist to shut the door. This would be great.