"It's happening! Here we go! Mama! Mama! MAMA!!"
As Pink Guy watch his boss gets into the depths of the ground, he screams his name in agony.
"FRANKUUUUUUUUUU!"
"HOLY SHIIIT!" Frank screamed.
As Francis Of The Filth feel into the hole of the omniverse, he saw multiple realms he isn't familiar of.
One of them is red with some furries, anthros or some shit. Some of it is some weeb shit. Until, he hit the ground.
"OW. FUCK SHIT. CHINKO, MANKO."
As he sweared, people looked at our autistic main character. With mixed emotions like confusion, curiousity or disgust. Of course, they are disgusted. What do you expect? Some smut you could find in Wattpad and shit? Hell nah. If he is still here, he would have destroyed those nibbas.
"Where the fuck am I?" Frank said as he look in his new surroundings.
Everything seems to be in red. Lots and lots and LOTS of red. They are some furries, scalies, or aliens or perhaps more. Filthy Frank seems to know this shitshow. It's Hotel Hazbin. And, yes, I mistaken the name on purpose. Sorry for offending you, Hazbin Hotel fan. That is the purpose for Filthy Frank. Be offensive.
"You, newcomer."
Our Francis Of The Filth turned around to see some demonic gangsters.
"You new here?"
"That seems pretty obvious, shitbag." said Frank. "You said it yourself."
"You seemed to have the nerves of steel, bitch." Said one of them. "Let's kill this motherfucker."
"Yeah?" Said Frank. "Just a sec..."
Just then, Frank pulled the shotgun from his ass. Literally.
When he pulled out the shotgun, it created a fart sound.
"Yo, What the fuck?!"
"TRY ME, BITCHES."
Then after that...
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STAY TUNED TO FIND OUT, BIATCH. :) sorry i got lazy.
NOTICE: THIS IS A CRACK FIC. DON'T GET EASILY OFFENDED.