Y/N was a shy and autistic male who loved to create. He was one of, if not the best cartoonist and filmmakers of his era. But life had other ideas. But as the old saying goes, doesn't kill you makes you stronger

After the Hour of Joy you returned to Playtime Co. and found the place to be in absolute ruins.The reason for returning?A very old and dear friend who just wants to be loved. This Story was voted to be posted by my followers in a discord conversation.

it's been a full year since y/n found out he was sold to the radio demon and a lot has happened in that year, and somehow he is still alive. But it's not over yet. it's not close to being over. if you haven't read the first book then I recommend that you read that first before reading this one. but it's your choice to make, I won't stop you. And a friendly reminder. I do not own hazbin Hotel or helluva boss.

(A rewrite/reupload of the original story that Wattpad's systems unfairly removed!) Taking place in an alternate universe, Sonic the Hedgehog (Who is a hybrid of a hedgehog and an Incubus demon) lives in Hell (literally), in search of a job, he finds himself at the Hazbin Hotel! A hotel where sinner can be redeemed and check into Heaven, all ran by the Princess of Hell herself: Charlotte Morningstar! And he also finds himself at an assassin company called I.M.P. ran by an imp named Blitzø. The hybrid seems to be in for one helluva time. Sonic the Hedgehog belongs to SEGA & Sonic Team Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss belongs to Vivienne Medrano, Spindlehorse Toons and Prime Video Bendy and the Ink Machine belongs to TheMeatly, Mike Mood and Joey Drew Studios (WARNING: This story contains Lemons (AKA sex chapters) if you don't like that, please don't read this story, but if you do, enjoy the show!!!)

This is a one time thing I will ever do. Also I think it's only fair for it to be shown only on Halloween since it's special. This was a request by IndieVideoGameLover. Your welcome and now everyone enjoy.

Why are we on this planet?Born to just be here and die?What makes us who we are?Is it because of what we like?Or who we grow up?.....What purpose do we have?....Is our purpose....to find a purpose?