The next morning, or cycle, or whatever… had begun, Mad Dawg dragged himself out of bed and headed downstairs. He didn't know how food worked in the hotel, so he found a kitchen and set to making some food for himself. He was making waffles, as it was one of the easiest and fastest things he knew, and he wanted to get back to 'redemption' as soon as he could. As he worked, he heard a snuffling and snorts coming from behind him. Looking around, Dawg saw he was alone, and returned to his waffles. However, a few moments later, the noting got louder, and Mad Dawg looked around again, finally looking down and seeing a pig looking back up at him.

"Okay…" He blinked. "One… why is there a pig here? But also, B.) waffles and bacon. I like this."

He bent down and picked up the pig, which looked at him with wide eyes in curiosity, letting out a curious oink. "Okay, Bacon." Mad Dawg nodded. Walking over to where the knives where. He grabbed a cleaver and looked back at the pig. It still seemed oblivious to its fate, and seemed to waggle its stubby legs in the air as Mad Dawg set it down on a cutting board. Cleaning off the cleaver, he felt something licking his hand, and when he looked back down, the pig was licking his hand.

"Stop it." He ordered, laughing slightly. The pig oinked and tilted its head up at him in curiosity. Now Dawg looked into its eyes, seeing them shine with nothing but pure friendlessness and care-free joy… well, time to make some bacon!

"Just hold…" Mad Dawg began, but felt his body tense. "…still…" The pig sat down like a little puppy, as if waiting for another order. "Damn it, stop being adorable! Start being delicious!"

The pig made a small noise again, as if it wasn't sure what he was saying. Mad Dawg blinked, then sighed, twirling the cleaver, then bringing it down with a harsh chop.

About ten minutes later, Vaggie was the next to enter the kitchen looking for food, and more importantly, coffee, and saw Mad Dawg sitting alone at a table pouring syrup on two plates of waffles. At first, she assumed he was just depressed-eating, but then saw the pig sitting on a small pile of cook books so it could reach the table.

"So, you've met Fat Nuggets?" Vaggie asked as she walked over with her morning brew, getting the mutant teen's attention.

"Fat… Nuggets?" Mad Dawg asked, bewildered, before looking back to the pig, who perked up upon hearing its name. "That… that's what…"

"Yeah, Dust named him that." Vaggie nodded taking a sip of coffee. "I don't know why, or where he found the pig… but I don't really feel a need to question it."

"Huh. Fat Nuggets." Mad Dawg repeated. "I was gonna call him Chris P. Bacon."

Vaggie blinked, then stifled a laugh. It was a dumb joke, and it was clear she didn't want to laugh at it, but it was also clear she was going to laugh at it.

"That's not funny!" She got out.

"Yes, it is." Mad Dawg retorted.

"No! It isn't!" Vaggie snapped. "And I'm not laughing!"

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not!"

"Chris P. Bacon."

"That's not funny!"

"Then why are you laughing?" Mad Dawg asked with a raised brow.

"I just woke up! I'm barely functioning!" Vaggie answered, trying to defend herself as her body refused to cooperate and continued trying to laugh at the stupid joke.

"Hey, what do you call a fish with no eyes?" Mad Dawg asked.

"…what?" Vaggie muttered, confused by the sudden question.

"A fsh." Mad Dawg said. Vaggie blinked, then glared daggers at him.

"That's. Not. FUNNY." She growled, her face changing between anger and laughter.

"Fsh."

"Stop it!"

"Chris P. Fsh."

"I will stab you!"

"With what?" Dawg asked sarcastically, only for Vaggie to pull a spear out from somewhere. "Whoa."

"Relax kid, I'm not gonna cleanse you." Vaggie remarked, putting her weapon away.

"Hang on…" Mad Dawg muttered, thinking back on something. "I saw a clock tower with 'Next Cleanse' written on it, what's that about?"

"Right, you've only be here a few days…" Vaggie muttered, realizing something. "Well, the honest truth is that hell is overpopulated." Vaggie frowned. "So, every year, they have an 'cleanse'. When that happens, angels come down and purge tons of demons, and if they kill you, that's it. No more afterlife, no more existing, you're gone."

"So, it's like The Purge… but not incredibly stupid and overly political." Mad Dawg mused. "Hang on, is it the angels themselves who kill you? Or their weapons? I ask because when I was crashing at the junkyard, there were demons looking for exterminator weapons on some nights."

"Typically, it's their spears is what their after." Vaggie answered, brandishing her own spear. "Like this." She smirked slightly at Mad Dawg's widened eyes and his fur briefly turning white.

"…this is how trust issues are formed." Mad Dawg commented flatly, leaning back somewhat.

"Consider it a security measure." Vaggie shrugged.

"Consider my trust issue greatly increased." Mad Dawg muttered, and Vaggie bit her lip. Putting her spear away, it was clear she wasn't trying to make Dawg uncomfortable, but at the same time, she had accomplished in doing that. Still, if he knew the rules of things down here, that would probably help him as well.

"Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you." Vaggie said. "I just wanted to let you know how things work down here."

"So, the clock said there's like two-hundred-and-sixty-three days until the next cleanse. If this is an annual thing, how do demons survive as long as some of them seem to have?" Mad Dawg asked, thinking it over. "If the devil is, y'know, the devil, how has he lived as long as he has if demon keep gettin' wiped out every year?"

"Some demons have better survival skills, some can hide in fortresses, and some of them are just lucky." Vaggie remarked. "I think Charlie's made it this far because she's the daughter of the ruler of this place, and killing her might cause some issues. Honestly, I don't know. And I'd advise you not to ask her directly about it, she really hates the annual cleansing."

"Something tells me that's why she started this place, right?" Mad Dawg asked another question. "To try and help demons escape getting…" He trailed off and waved his hand, and Vaggie nodded.

"One other thing we didn't go over yesterday." The one-eyed woman added: "We've got a policy here, if you break something, you replace it."

"Fair enough." Mad Dawg nodded. "I'll abide by that."

Fat Nuggets snorted and Mad Dawg looked down at the pig.

"Good point, Fat." He nodded, munching on some waffles.

"You… understand that?" Vaggie asked skeptically.

"Yeah, you don't speak pig Latin?" Mad Dawg asked, Vaggie's eye snapped open, and the sound of glass breaking could be heard.

"I've going to give you ten seconds to run." Vaggie said in a cold, threatening voice. "And th-"

Mad Dawg was gone, running off with Fat Nuggets tucked under an arm, his messenger bag on his back, and moving WAY faster than Vaggie would've expected. So fast in fact, that a cloud of dust in the shape of Mad Dawg remained for a few seconds. Tearing down a hall, Mad Dawg skidded to a stop and set Fat Nuggets down.

"We speak of this to no one." He ordered.

"Oink."

"Agreed." Mad Dawg nodded, turning and walking away. He wasn't sure what the hotel had aside from the lobby, bar, kitchen, and rooms… so he figured now was as good a time as any to look around. The hotel was… interesting. The carpets and walls had a very gothic, but friendly, design to them. There were a lotta pictures, and Dawg didn't recognize anyone in any of them, aside from Charlie, and who he assumed was the devil. Actually, he had seen one of the demons in the pictures, and he was putting the pieces together that 'Lilith', the singer he had seen posters for, was actually Charlie's mom. Or older sister…

"Wait. Why would she have horns and Charlie doesn't?" Mad Dawg wondered. "Is it a fifty-fifty thing? If so, why doesn't her dad have them? Or is it a female-only thing, like how male Lombax's have tails but-"

"Hi, Mad Dawg!"

"Agh!" Mad Dawg jumped, which in turn made Charlie jump.

"Sorry! Didn't mean to scare you!"

"Oh…ugh…I…aye…" Mad Dawg muttered, rubbing his face. Normally that never happened to him! Why did it- forget it. "Hey, Charlie." He nodded, and then there was silence.

"…so…you uh, looking around the hotel?" Charlie finally asked, clearly trying to be 'casual' around him.

"Yeah." Dawg nodded. "Hey, if you don't mind me asking, are these your folks?" He motioned to the large picture in front of them.

"Yup!" Charlie beamed. "They're my folks, lucifer and-"

"Lilith, right?"

"Uh, yeah. Have you met them?" Charlie asked, a bit surprised.

"No. But I've seen the posters for your mom around the square." Mad Dawg shrugged.

"Ah." Charlie blinked. It was clear there was something she wanted to say, but didn't fully know how to, so neither of them spoke for a minute, Mad Dawg thinking over everything he had been told, and Charlie trying to form a 'casual' sentence. "Listen, Vaggie told me about what happened last night, with you and Dust, and apparently Husk. I just wanted to say-"

"That was my fault." Mad Dawg cut her off.

"Huh?"

"…look, I thought Dust knew I was sixteen." Mad Dawg began, beginning to walk down the hall with Charlie following, noticing Charlie's eyes widen. "He didn't do anything, okay?! Look, truth be told, he was actually really nice to me yesterday."

"…"

"…"

"Dawg, that really sounded wrong out of context." Charlie remarked flatly. "Like, everything you've said is making it just seem worse…"

"What I'm trying to say, is I think your therapy is working." Mad Dawg corrected himself.

"Wait, really?!"

"Yeah." Mad Dawg nodded. "Look, looking past some of his… eccentricates, he at least was acting like a nice guy. Also, I kinda… kinds thought he was a woman." He saw Charlie laugh gently and blinked. "What?"

"That's really sweet, Dawg." Charlie admitted. "But… look, you should also be careful. We're in hell, and… sometimes when people are nice, it's because they have other intentions…"

"I know. I know all about that." Mad Dawg frowned. For a moment, Charlie feared she had overstepped some boundary, when Dawg smirked. "But between you and me? I could break Dust's spin with one hand if I had to. I figured if I'm gonna be led around by a demon who might turn on me, better make sure I can kick his ass."

Charlie stared at Dawg in disbelief, unsure if what he was saying was true or not. If it was… then he was most likely one of those demons whose true intentions were revealed later… and Charlie didn't know if anything she was going to do would actually help them. Hang on, if this was true, then was everything. He said yesterday false?! Was he actually not some sort of mutant, and was just coming up with this story in order to try and seem like less of a threat, or someone so out there that no-one would think twice about him!?

"Uh. I… I'm sorry…" Mad Dawg bit his lip, and Charlie realized she had completely failed at hiding her thoughts. "I…I was joking…"

"Oh! Okay!" Charlie laughed awkwardly. "Sorry about that… I… I just…"

"Let's move on." Mad Dawg said quietly, his tone making it clear he didn't really wanna talk about this anymore. To his shock, Charlie took his hand and looked into his eyes.

"Hey." She said in a rather serious, but caring tone. "It's all right. You're new here, you'll figure out your own stride soon enough."

"Do have a calendar with all these motivation quotes?" Mad Dawg asked skeptically, and Charlie looked away.

"No…"

The two ended up in another lounge-area. Looking around, they were the only one's present, and Dawg wondered if this was going to end with them both learning to dance or something equally weird.

"Hey, could you... tell me what it was like on earth?" Charlie finally asked as Mad Dawg walked over to a couch. She tended to do this with everyone who came through, and she usually didn't get a response beyond 'green grass', or 'blue skies', or 'filled with idiots'.

"Hang on." Mad Dawg nodded, digging for a second and pulling his small laptop out. "Uh... no. I can't tell you."

He grinned slightly when he saw Charlie's sad and disappointed 'Oh, okay...' face, and he stifled a laugh.

"I can show you." He said.

"REALLY?!" Charlie's overjoyed excitement was genuine as she practically jumped over the couch and onto Mad Dawg's left. Her excitement surprised Mad Dawg, and he awkwardly logged into his laptop, finding the keyboard was almost unusable with his massive hands. Eventually, he relinquished typing duties to Charlie, who's eyes widened when she saw his desktop picture.

"Is that what you looked like?!" Charlie exclaimed, looking at the picture of Mad Dawg with what looked like a garage band. "Which one was you!?"

"Yeah, that was back in Royal Woods." Mad Dawg smiled. "That's me." He said, pointing to the lanky figure with dirty-blonde hair. "That's Luna, she was one of the one's that found me. There's Sam, Chunk, and N… actually, it occurs to me now, I never learned his real name…"

"Heh, well, that's just the way it is somedays." Charlie smiled.

"Okay, go to the folder marked 'Not Porn IV', that's where I keep some of my more recent pictures." Mad Dawg instructed.

"…there's fifteen folders called 'Not Porn'." Charlie muttered.

"And none of them have porn." Mad Dawg nodded. "Number six are doggo videos, I think number two is recipes, and if I recall, twelve is music videos I helped a friend make."

"I'm probably gonna regret this… but are any of them full of porn?" Charlie slowly asked.

"No." Mad Dawg immediately answered in utmost honesty. "None of them, I bet my already-claimed soul on it."

"But… why name fifteen folders…" She muttered, trying to figure out the method to Dawg's madness. Wait. Madness… Mad Dawg… was this… oh, of course it was…

"Charlie, I am extremely immature." Mad Dawg confessed. "That is all."

Laughing Charlie shook her head and opened the folder. A number of folders appeared with their names underneath: Drunken Party Pics, Beach Pics, Don Kim Spring Break 2074, Obnoxious Breakfast Pics, Blackmail, Fishing Trip, Zoophobia/Zootopia SlashFic, Goku v Superman Death Battle Chapter Spoilers, Royal Woods Pix, and OW Pics. "The last one." Mad Dawg said, and felt a wave of sadness mixed with happiness overtake his body as the first picture came up. Mad Dawg was lying face down on some sort of mechanical floating platform, sleeping, while a cowboy with a cybernetic arm holding a cigar above his open mouth.

"Heh… that was right after I joined up with those guys." Mad Dawg smiled. "The dude there is Jesse, he was probably one of my two closest friends during everything that happened up there."

"You were hard at work, I see." Charlie commented.

"I had just survived a firefight against terrorists and a cybernetically enhanced sniper... I don't care." Mad Dawg grumbled defensively.

"Uh… okay…"

"Anyhow… let's keep going." Mad Dawg said, Charlie scrolled through the pictures, and Mad Dawg pointed out who everyone was, and some of the weird escapades he had with them. Charlie was enthralled with the pictures Dawg had of him all over the world, in different vibrantly colorful locations… While she had seen pictures of earth many times in the past, there was something unique about having someone talk to vividly about it. Especially since he clearly died long after Vaggie and Dust, so the world had changed so much more from when they arrived in hell as well.

At the end, a video was the last file, and started playing with the sound of someone fumbling with something and a loud thrumming in the background. Mad Dawg appeared with a camera strapped to his chest.

"Heyo. This... this is really stupid." He remarked, laughing nervously. "Jamison! You ready?"

"Oh no." Mad Dawg laughed. "I forgot about this!"

"Hell yeah mate!" The scraggly, smoking-haired Australian replied with a grin that seemed to be at home here in hell.

"Alright! Let's do this! First to pull their cord loses!"

Throwing open a door, Charlie audibly gasped as she saw clear video of blue skies and clouds for the first time in her life. It was so... beautiful!

"Let's gooooooo!" Mad Dawg yelled as he jumped headfirst out of the plane, falling down towards dark green earth.

"So... we kinda got in a lot of trouble for doing this." Mad Dawg confessed. "First of all, we 'borrowed' that plane. Secondly, we may or may not have not taken parachutes, and third, we weren't cleared to jump in that area…"

"Oi! Dawg!" Jamison yelled. "Uh… you don't have a chute!"

"What!?" Mad Dawg called, then looked around. "Aw, fu-"

The video cut to Mad Dawg in a hospital bed.

"Worth it!"

"How did that not kill you!?"

"That… that was a ride." Mad Dawg admitted. "So, I fell most of it, then got grabbed, then got dropped by accident, then ended up landing in a nearby lake… outside a summer camp…"

This continued for another hour, Mad Dawg showed Charlie some of his… 'great choices' and answered her questions about what the human world was like. It hadn't occurred to him until she flat-out told him that she had never been to earth, as she was what was typically called a 'hell-born'. Due to this, Charlie had spent her entire existence already 'dead' and down in hell. Apparently, the Capital, or whatever the name of the high-end of this literal God-forsaken place was, had a decent reputation. Sure, it was filled with demons, but there was a sort-of sophisticated quality to it that made Mad Dawg know immediately that he wanted nothing to do with it. Unfortunate, this being a story that has strong roots in comedy, he knew that ending up there wan an inevitability, just like the inevitability of the author crying himself to sleep in a lonely mess in a da-HEY!

"Worth it." Mad Dawg grinned, tossing his notebook to the side and letting the story resume. "I have a question; what do I do now?"

"Come again?"

"Look, I'm here, and I wanna be a good person so I can be taken to heaven, we've had our first big talk, and I've gotten a lot of my sins off my chest, so where do I go from here?" Mad Dawg asked.

"Well… every demon is different." Charlie admitted. "But I think a way to start is to find a demon to help, and help them without being asked to."

"So… it's like 100 Deeds for Eddie McMad Dawg?"

"What?"

"Never mind."

"The thing is… I'm nervous about sending you out there." Charlie admitted. "Hell isn't a nice place-"

"NO."

"…okay, that was kinda funny." Charlie admitted, although it was clear she didn't like it. "But I don't want you getting hurt out there…" The princess trialled off, knowing most demons would laugh, spit in her face, walk away, or all of them. Mad Dawg… seemed as awkward as she was.

"Well, neither do I. But what am I supposed to do?" Dawg asked. "Sit here until the next cleanse and try and talk to an angel? I mean, no offence your majesty, but this is the kinda crap I did a lot when I was alive. I'll be okay."

"Well… if you think so." Charlie conceded. There was a lot she wanted to say… but she didn't know how…

"I'll be fine!" Mad Dawg laughed, slinging his bag over his back. "All I gotta do is go help someone? Finding someone who needs help shouldn't be too hard!" Mad Dawg muttered something else to himself as he left, and Charlie was left with a feeling of real uncertainty. Either Mad Dawg was a phenomenal actor, or he genuinely was passionate about changing… and if that was true… this could be huge!

"BuT hE's AlSo nEw…" A distorted voice suddenly spoke in her head. "WhAT iF aLl hE nEEdS tO FaLL iS tIME dOWn HeRE?"

Shaking her head, Charlie looked around in confusion. That… wasn't her voice, and it wasn't any voice she had ever heard… it didn't even sound like Alastor… It then occurred to her, she hadn't had any coffee this morning, so maybe this was her inner coffee-demon telling her to get what she needed.

"Hey, Charlie? You seen Alastor?" Nifty remarked as Charlie made her way into the kitchen. "I haven't seen him all morning, and usually he makes his presence known before he leaves to do whatever it is he's going to do today, so it isn't in character for him to just-"

"No, I haven't. Sorry." Charlie shook her head.

"He just left." Husk remarked, already drinking booze while Fat Nuggets seemed to be trying to get him to give the pig attention. "Don't know where he's going or what he's doing, but he left like, two minutes ago."

"Huh. Well, I guess he- Mad Dawg." Charlie began, but something snapped and she realized something. "Oh no."

Walking down a sidewalk, Mad Dawg headed in the opposite direction of where he and Dust had ended up running from. Looking around, he kept an eye out for any demon that needed help… and there were a lot of them. Unfortunately, most of them needed help because they were in a violent fight to the death with another demon.

Finally, Mad Dawg came to a crosswalk, seeing a clearly older demon waiting to cross the street. Only none of the cars seemed to be slowing down.

"Okay, here's someone I can help!" Mad Dawg thought, watching as the cars shot by, honking and yelling insults at the old woman, who was just standing there. Walking out into the street, Mad Dawg turned and looked at an incoming car, then wheeled back and drove a fist straight down into the hood of the car as it came near, sending the car flipping through the air before crashing and exploding into a large fire, sending a demon running and screaming in circles as he was on fire.

"You all right, ma-" Mad Dawg began, but yelled in pain and anger as he was suddenly stabbed in the leg. "What the hell!?"

"That was my dealer your dumb bitch!" The old demon shrieked. "I was supposed to get some meth off of him, and you just destroyed it! You stupid, brain-dead twat!"

Without warning, Mad Dawg grabbed the older demon and threw her behind him, directly into the path of an oncoming semi. With a sickening CRUNCH! Mad Dawg didn't need to look back to see what had happened as he dragged his stabbed leg back into the sidewalk before ripping the blade out, cursing under his breath as he kept walking. Eventually, he came to a shop with a row of TV's, and Mad Dawg forgot about being a good person as he found himself wandering over to the screens as if in a trance. There was some sort of… tv demon, on the tv. His eyes were a twisted red and seemed to be following Dawg wherever he went. There was some product called… Vogitek? That was a weird name… and this was coming from a guy whose names ranged from 'Mad Dawg' to 'Dawnbreaker' to 'Beta' to 'ThunderCock'. The figure on the screen seemed to be watching Dawg, seeming fascinated with the newcomer.

"Weird…" Mad Dawg muttered, wandering off and having that feeling in your gut that you were most definitely being watched. Also, while Mad Dawg wasn't one to judge someone based solely on their looks (again, his existence made doing that kinda ironic) that screen-faced dude was clearly someone Mad Dawg didn't wanna mess with. "Maybe Alastor knows who he is…"

Eventually, his trek led him to a seemingly much nicer part of hell. It didn't appear to be that capitol place, but the buildings were undeniably cleaner, there was more colour to the world, heck, even some of the cars seemed more… 1930's-ish. Mad dawg immediately knew there was something suspicious about this part of the city. And no, not just because he was in hell… although admittedly that was a pretty big part in it…

"Still… how am I gonna help someone in hell, if… y'know. I'm in hell?!" Mad Dawg wondered as he kept walking. He had a… basic understanding of how it worked, bad people went to hell, good people went to Heaven. To claim he believed in the idea of Jesus and God would be… problematic. He did believe that there was a God, and that his kid had lived at one point, he also believed that Heaven and hell existed (he couldn't really argue that fact right now) but what he did wonder, was how did he fit into all this? Furthermore, if bad people went to hell, then how could he help them? If they were bad, most likely they didn't want to be helped. So, did that mean he had to try, but fail, but his intentions would be what counted? And if that was the case, why hadn't his willingness to do this whole thing not been enough?!

"HiLArIOus." A twisted voice spoke up, making Dawg stop in his tracks. "YoU ThINk yOu CaN bE FoRGiVeN?!"

"Where… are you?" Mad Dawg mentally growled, turning around and seeing… nothing. No posters changing to show his face, no tv's playing his sins… it was just a voice in his head. Which was probably the hardest thing to deal with, because no matter how much distance he put in, it would always be right there with him.

"Hey!" A woman's voice yelled. "Get back here!"

"Suck it, bitch!"

Turning around, Mad Dawg saw a demon more in-line with what a 'demon' would be considered in the traditional sense, running from a woman who had clearly been hit by him.

"Pick on someone your own size you son of a bitch." Mad dawg growled, running across the street and directly into the running demon. He smashed into a wall, leaving an indent in the wall as he bounced back onto his feet.

"You just hit a woman! What's wrong with you!?"

The demon gurgled somewhat, his voice seemingly gone after being pancaked into a wall. It occurred to Mad dawg that when he did this as a human, his target would live… but in this form? Oof. That's a lotta damage.

"Thank you, young man." The demon nodded as she approached, with a few others relief clear in her voice. "This… cretin had made a deal with me and my girls, and he tried to avoid holding up his end."

"Hm." Mad Dawg nodded, deciding not to ask what kind of deal was made. "Well, if that's all, I'm gonna keep on-"

"Oh, would you like to stay for a bit dear?" The woman asked with a wide smile, Mad Dawg not noticing the blood on her teeth. "It's always nice to meet someone new…" There was something about her tone that made it clear doing so would be a bad idea. Besides, he had helped them, so he was done here. Right? Right.

"Thanks for the offer." Mad Dawg curtly nodded. "But I need to get goi-"

"Oh, but we insist." One of the women smiled, taking his large hand-paw.

"Good morning, ladies!" A new voice spoke up, and Mad Dawg couldn't tell if he was about to die, or be saved.

"Good morning, Alastor!" The women all chorused, the somewhat tense air changing to one of sophisticated joy.

"Ah, I see you've met the newcomer, Mad Dawg!" Alastor remarked, slapping Dawg on the back as he appeared form… somewhere.

"Oh, he's a friend of yours?" One of the women asked.

"…I mean, kinda?" Mad Dawg shrugged. "I don't know how to explain our relationship…"

"And that's just fine." Alastor smirked. "So, you ladies have your lunch here?"

"…what?" Mad Dawg asked, his head snapping back to the woman dressed in 1940's clothing. His eyes widening at the remark as he saw them holding the demon who had been running. Looking on the side of a building, he saw a sign reading 'Cannibal Colony'. This was followed by the sickening sounds of flesh tearing as the women proceeded to tear into the demon, and everything clicked. "Oh."

"Is this the first time you've seen this?" Alastor asked with a sly smirk.

"No… uh… I kinda did this once…" Mad Dawg coughed. "In my defense, it was on a clone of myself. And… yeah, it's a long story." Mad Dawg went silent, watching the carnage for a moment, before turning and looking to Alastor. "Why are you here?"

"Well, I head you were out on a jaunty trek to attempt to better yourself, and took it upon myself to offer any assistance you might need!" Alastor declared theatrically.

"You wanna help me? Seriously?" Mad Dawg said flatly. "No offense Alastor, but I really don't see why would want to help me. Or what you could do to help me."

"Nonsense, my dear boy! I insist." Alastor replied, his eyes darkening as he leaned forward.

"Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay." Mad Dawg quickly answered, not wanting to anger Alastor again.

"Wonderful! Then shall we be on our way?" Alastor asked, motioning down the street. MAd Dawg sighed slightly, then nodded.

"Ladies." Mad Dawg nodded to the women, who smiled at him.

"Good day all, give Rosie my regards!" Alastor said in his overly-friendly way as he and the mutant monster known as Mad Dawg headed down the street to try and find some poor unfortunate soul to… 'help'.

Well, if Mad Dawg and Angel Dust weren't bad enough, how about Mad Dawg and Alastor? This isn't going to end well. For anyone.

In the next few chapters, things are gonna pick up, and there's plenty more coming down the line! Like it or not, you can't just remain hidden in hell, especially when you're someone like Mad Dawg… and there's a lotta groups down here Mad Dawg hasn't encountered yet, and things may not end well for anyone when that happens…

Either way, thanks for stopping by, and hopefully we'll see each other soon…