Cut: A Hazbin Hotel Fanfiction

Chapter 2

By the time the next day rolled around, I had made up my mind.

I got up from the couch, groaning quietly. I had spent the rest of the day and night on the couch, occasionally dozing off, then waking up with a restless feeling in my gut. I couldn't stop thinking about the hotel. It called me for some reason. Maybe I could figure out what to do with the rest of my afterlife there. After all, it wasn't like I had anything better to do.

I went into the bathroom to change into something fresh. Glancing in the mirror, I took inventory of my appearance. Same multi-colored hair, same mismatched eyes, same stark white skin fading into black at the ends of my limbs. The skin at the end of my hands looked like gloves, the way it matched my clothes. I chuckled, remembering the first time I had taken a look at my new self. I had been downright petrified. I could recall spending weeks on end trying to cover as much of myself as I could, wasting time and effort to look normal in a world where nothing was. Until I met Iade.

He had also been a newbie in Hell, only he had been taking it a lot better than I was. He was a goofy-looking creature, with a human shape covered in red-and-orange feathers. He had found me in a horrible state and took me in until I recovered. He was my best friend, almost a brother. We had never told each other how we died, only focusing on the present. And that was okay. We've been friends since the very beginning. Iade was the only person in Hell that I trusted.

I finally stepped out of the bathroom, feeling renewed by the memories of meeting my friend. With my hair pulled up and my jumpsuit changed for a fresher one, I was ready to go out and investigate what this Happy Hotel was all about. I'm just going for a peek, I told myself. I didn't want to involve myself with him.

As I left my apartment, I realized I had no idea where the damn hotel was. I decided to just wander along the streets until I caught sight of it.

It didn't take long.

After a bit of walking, I could see the top of the hotel from behind a few buildings. It had blazing red-pink letters that announced the hotel's name, only instead of "Happy Hotel", the brightly-lit sign read "Hazbin Hotel". I frowned, wondering why the name was different. An odd feeling started in my gut. Yet I kept moving.

When I reached the entrance, I hesitated. Why am I doing this? I had never been interested in redemption. Still, something promised that this would be different somehow. More interesting than the rest of the self-proclaimed "rehabilitation centers". I'm just here to look around. I ignored the part of me that wanted to change for the better. This was Hell; once a sinner, always a sinner. I took a deep breath and pulled open the door, slipping inside.

The place was huge. It looked old, but in a fancy way. A gigantic chandelier hung off the far-up ceiling, and a warm glow from a lit fireplace caused it to throw slivers of light onto random surfaces. It felt oddly inviting.

As I approached the front desk, I spotted a gray figure slumped over the front, snoring lightly. A pink bow wilted over their splayed-out hair. I snorted. Guess I wasn't the only one who hadn't slept properly.

I tapped the bell on the edge of the desk, clearing my throat loudly. "Excuse me?"

The figure didn't stir.

I stared down at them, silently debating whether or not to wake them. Eventually I gave in and poked the top of their head.

The demon shot up with a startled cry. "Hey!"

"Holy shit!" I jumped back, nearly tripping over my own feet.

"What are you doing here?" the demon demanded, giving me a once-over. She smoothed down her hair and dress in the process, seeming surprised at having fallen asleep. "We're not open yet!"