(Y/N) had known Baxter since they were alive. They were really close friends too. Unfortunately, disaster struck when the Titanic sank on her maiden voyage. The same ship Baxter was on. Now, living in Hell, (Y/N) works at the Happy Hotel with the other Misfits. Everything feels terrible for her ever since she learned her only best friend had died, leaving her behind. Then one day... Story Layout: ~1st three chapters- intro/backstory ~Requested/Non-requested Oneshots ~The Hazbin Project ~Corrupt Heart ~Lennix Arc ~The Magne Mystery ~Rising Anger ~Some of the charecters belong to me (OCs and background charecters) ~Most charecters belong to Vivziepop on YouTube ~You belong to you 😊 ~Story cover made by me (including the two previous ones) 》Warning《 ¤swearing ¤maybe some gore ¤little bit of lemon maybe (?)

A Sir Pentious x reader story [WARNING!!! this will have gore, cursing and Hell's rainbow! I ain't doin lemon nor any kind of smut tho] You're a Garden Demon. As pathetic as that sound, you're still pretty damn strong on your own. You decided to live in one of the thickest forest in Hell. How is there a forest in Hell you may ask? Well, go and ask Lucifer, he's the one that's been managing this place since the beginning. In the middle of that said forest you live in, stands a big 'ol victorian mansion that belonged to your neighbor and one of your only friend, Alastor. One day, while Alastor's away in the city, A loud crash was heard by the border of yours and Alastor's territory. As curious as you are, you went by the border to investigate. You peeked down from the tree branch you were hiding in to see a Snake Demon rubbing his head in pain while cursing under his breath. "Fuckin wench.. I'll get her back once I'm stronger. I'll fucking rip that wench's limb off one by one... oooh just she wait!" you heard him grumble. He went inside your forest to presumably rest and you followed him quietly. 'This could be another victim of yours! And you'll either would show Alastor later, or use him as your fertilizer for your garden!' And with that morbid thought of yours, you followed your prey giddily. "Don't judge a flower by mere eyesight. It may look pretty and fragile, but you'll never know, it could have thorns or poison in it~" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Characters from Hazbin Hotel ain't owned by me, it's Vivienne's/Vivsiepop's idea You are owned by you along with a few of your choices The story and the character design of the reader is owned by me, the author of the story. Enjoy and do be patient for this is going to be a slooooooooow burn :v

Warning, this fan fiction will have harsh language, heavy topics, and mental illness and adult content. Viewer discretion is advised.

((Your just going to have to read it m8)) I DO NOT OWN HAZBIN HOTEL, THE COVER ART, OR YOU!! ((Just to be clear, I made this before the Hazbin Hotel Pilot came out!! So it will NOT be accurate AT ALL))

It was a tense night in hell, there was something wrong. Everyone knew it, but they didn't know where it was coming from. What could possibly be causing all of hell to be so jumpy? So, afraid. They finally got there answers when a certain someone arrived in hell, you. You were the cause of all their fear. Why? Read to find out~ (I don't own Hazbin Hotel.)