Every Rose Has its thorn (a Hazbin hotel story)

prologue

There was the smell of petrol... and a lot of pain. So much pain.

Wait...

There's a voice.

It's getting louder.

"Hey."

His eyes open slightly and he sees red. Wait no, it's a red sky... that's weird... there are dark shadows lining his vision.

There's a figure moving above him. Is that where the voice is from?

"Alex."

Alex? Who's Alex?

"Alexander!"

Oh wait, that's him.

His eyes focus and his winces feeling light on them, the figure above him can be made out.

A... dog? It's grey. It has white irises and red sclera... Short hair on its head too... It has burnt clothing on too, strange... wait why is it over him?

"Oi! Alexander!" The dog is talking...? Wait a damn minute, the fucking dog is talking!

Immediately he sits up and moves back frantically seeing the talking dog close to him "HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?!"

"Mate, it's me Brandon."

"The fuck you are!"

"No! Serious, I am Brandon!"

"Since when is Brandon a talking dog?!"

"I'm a wolf."

"That doesn't change anything!"

"Look... you should be Alexander; you have the haircut."

"I am Alexander!" Alexander yells then registers what the wolf had said. "How do you know that?!"

"Because I'm Brandon!"

Alexander crosses his arms and leans away as the wolf gets closer. Sure, he sounds like Brandon, but then again, many people sound like Brandon "Prove it."

"The first time you got drunk you mistook me for-"

"Okay! You're Brandon!" Alexander feels his face go red and he uncrosses his arms to pull his hair in anxiousness. Only Brandon knows of that night. What is going on? What is this place? Why is there so much red? And blood? But more importantly... "Mate, why the fuck are you a furry?"

"How the fuck should I know?!" Brandon is not happy, definitely Brandon. The Wolf pulls Alexander up by the shirt "I woke up like this! You're not looking any better!"

"Okay... calm down..." Alexander gently unwinds the fingers... or toe beans? From his shirt. He stands a little wobbly but he gets used to it and notices his tattered and burnt clothing... did the bus explode? No... it rolled over... many... many... times... wait, his hands are pale and thin, and what's that black line swirling around. Is there something wrong with him too? He looks around this little space in between buildings for a mirror then sees three more bodies on the floor "Who are they?"

"Aww, come on, Alex, you don't recognise your friends?" Brandon asks sarcastically and both loom over the three bodies. "Who's who, I wonder..."

The first body is... is a cat? Yeah, he looks like a Siamese cat, the regular old black and white pattern; black face, black paws, black tail, white body; but with curly long hair and fur, fluffy and soft looking. And he's wearing similar clothing to both Alexander and Brandon... Wait... he knows that haircut. This same old Metallica cut, only Sam would have it. Wonder why he's a cat? Wonder if this is really Sam.

The next body is an orange spider? What a freaky looking thing. He looks fluffy, and his fur's colour ranges from pumpkin to fire orange depending on the areas of his body. He has red spots too, dotting around his body in a random flurry. His clothes, like the Cat's, are similar to his and the Wolf's. He also looks pretty tall, too... and his hair. It's kind of spiky and fluffy, it's long too. Like Jackson's Kid scene style - wait... Well he's an idiot, isn't he? Who knew Jackson would turn into a spider?