A Mistake (Hazbin Hotel OC Insert)

Prologue

(Roso POV)

August 3rd, 1998

Okay. Maybe becoming a hitman wasn't the best life decision. But come on! It made me good money and I loved what I did. I mean, I got shot in the head and went to Hell for it, but hey, I have no regrets! Now, Step 1: Get up off the ground and look around this literal fucking hell-hole.

Umm..... why can't I move my left arm? Actually, come to think of it, I can't move any of my left side! I look over to the left to see a second head. Well that's just fan-god-damn-fucking-fantastic! I have to share this body with someone else?! Shit, I'm gonna hate this.

It only now occurs to me how odd they... no, we look. We had no facial features other than eyes, and looked to be made entirely out of blood red muscles. I looked down to see that the entirety of this body is made similarly. Huh. Cool.

I look up to wake up the other guy, only to find a pair of glowing pink eyes staring back at me.

(Antonio POV)

I wake up to find myself laying on a concrete-like ground, and see someone else looking around. They look back at me and their piercing yellow orbs meet mine. We sit on the ground like that for a solid three seconds before they finally break the awkward silence. "Good. You're awake. Now, listen here bud..." he said, pulling me a little closer with the last sentence. "We're stuck in the same body, so you're gonna have to work with me here. You can only move your side of the body, so we'll have to coordinate."

His words only served to confuse me more. I have to share a body with someone in the afterlife too? I mean, nothing I'm not used to anyway, but I can only move the left side of the body too? This is not only going to be a nightmare to accomplish, but we also appear to be in Hell. I guess that's fair, Roso is technically me, and he did kill a lot of people.

Working together, we make an attempt to get up, only to fall back down. We try a couple more times but still wind up with a face full of dust. "Maybe we should ask for help?" I suggested. He looked at me like I was crazy before answering, "Are you nuts? This is hell dammit, no one's gonna fuckin' help us!"

Just as he says that, someone coincidentally happens to hear us and comes down to investigate.

(??? POV)

I was just walking home, trying not to get mugged, but I hear shouting in the distance and decide to check it out. I walk over to see a strange two headed meat-man thing in a suit. I see frustration in one's eyes and fear in the other. I accidentally step on a dead twig and it makes a loud snap. They both look at me and I freeze up in fear. What if I made them angry? What if they're hungry and want to eat me? I figure that I'm dead and decide to just accept my fate.

Then the left head whispers something to the right head and they start quietly bickering. I didn't know what to do so I just stood there, staring. The right head sighs heavily, seemingly loosing the argument, and they both turn back to me. The left head tries to say something, but it comes out as unintelligible stuttering. The right one then rolls their eyes and tells the left head to shut the fuck up. Yellow eyes then meet mine as they ask-their voice dripping in reluctance-for me to help them get up.

Seeing as though I'm terrified of them and don't have much else to do, I oblige their request (though it does seem a bit odd). They seemed to only be able to control half the body each. I get the feeling their going to have a tough time here in hell. Due to the awkwardness of the silence, I decide to strike up a conversation. "So, who are you two?" I ask. I should at least get to know their names. The right head is the first to respond, saying his name was Roso Bianchi. Upon hearing this, the left side seems to tense up.

"Oh..... I see......." he said quietly. They sound exactly the same, but the right head seems more harsh and confident than the left head. I ask again what the left heads name is, and he quietly states his name as Antonio Bianchi. So they're brothers, huh? I then notice several emotions run through Roso's eyes. First shock, then contemplation, then finally... remorse. Did... did something happen between these two. Deciding to move past this tense part, and out of proper manners, I introduce myself. "Well, my name is Angela Romano! I hope we can be friends!"

Antonio looks surprised, as though he didn't expect anyone to want to be his friend, while Roso looks like he's already bored of me. I'll... do my best not to be offended by that.

(Roso POV)

I don't get it. Why some bubbly, four eyed brunette helping us? And more importantly, Why is Antonio here? He didn't do anything wrong! He should be upstairs, not in this shit-sphere! What kind of mistake did Dio make to send him here. Wait... it's my fault, isn't it. God fucking dammit! If I hadn't been so blinded by the riches and the rush of killing people, maybe I would've stopped to think that maybe I was dragging him down with me!! 

Regardless, we get to Angela's house and walk inside. For a house in Hell, the place is surprisingly clean and well furnished. She either has a good job, or is a really good thief. She takes us into what looks like the living room and plops us down on the couch. "Wait here for a bit, I'll go make some food."

We do as we're told and sit there. Since we have some alone time, I'll try to get some info off him. "So, what were you doing all those years that I was in control?" Kind of an interesting thing to ask, but no going back now.

"All I could do was watch as you did what you did. I didn't have other options," he responded. This is only making me feel guiltier about landing him here. Whelp, least I can do is apologize. I swallow my pride and mutter out a small but audible, "Sorry."

"For what?" he asked. I just stare at him for a moment. "Whaddaya mean, 'For what'? I literally dragged you into Hell!"

"I don't hold that against you. It's not your fault we're split personalities. And besides, I'm probably here because I did nothing to stop you. I just let you run rampant." I was taken back, to say the least. Why wouldn't he be angry? And also, it's not his fault he lost all hope! "Whatever, this is still my fault and I'm going to fix it, got it!" he just nods and goes back to back to staring blankly at the floor.

Not long after, Angela comes back in with freshly cooked mostaccioli. It looks and smells like pure bliss, and we immediately thank her and start wolfing it down. I didn't realize we were this hungry. She looks shocked and is staring. We both looked down to notice we were eating with probosci. Antonio and I then looked at each other, mutually decided that we were too hungry to care with a shrug, and continued eating. She giggled at this, the shock seemingly wearing off, and then started eating her own portion. We still have a long way to go to being able to function in society, but so far...

...It looks like Hell might not be too bad after all.

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