Author's Note: This first chapter is kind of a tease for where the story could go. I wasn't sure how it would go over with an audience, so I'm eager for some feedback. As the story goes on, it will focus around the Reader and Alastor's relationship. It's gonna be filled with smutty goodness going forward, so if that's not your style, this story probably isn't for you. If it is, welcome to the thirst train. All aboard, bitches.

Chapter Rating: Mature (Explicit in future chapters)

Warnings: Canon divergence, language, drug references

Agony. That's the only word you could use to describe what you had been through. One minute, you were shopping at your local thrift store messing with an old remote control, and the next minute you're being thrown into a black hole. Your body felt like it was being ripped apart and messily thrown back together again over and over as you continued to float through time and space. It was a sensation unlike anything you had ever experienced, and never wanted to again.

Your head felt so heavy. It was difficult to tell whether or not you were still floating or if you were finally stagnant. Reaching your arms out, the palms of your hands were met with a flat surface, letting you know that you were steady on solid ground.

It was difficult to decipher the noises around you considering there was a loud ringing in your head, but from what you could tell it sounded like multiple whispers. The thought of that brought you a bit of comfort. At least you weren't dying alone… if that was what was happening.

Using all of your remaining energy, you started to focus on the voices around you.

"What is it?"

"Dipshit, what does it look like? It's a human."

"It's a girl!"

"A girl?"

"No, it's a woman!"

"Is she dead?"

"Doesn't look like it."

"How the fuck did a human get here?"

"Can we eat her?"

Whoa, what? It was almost too much. Clearly there was a group of people surrounding you, and trying to differentiate each voice was hurting your already fragile state of mind. They couldn't possibly be saying what you thought they were saying.

Hesitantly, you opened your eyes, blinking a few times due to the brightness. After allowing your vision to focus, your breath caught in your throat at the sight. Everything was… animated? On top of that, you seemed to be surrounded by freaky creatures - things that you would only see in nightmares. Oh shit. What kind of drugs were you on? Did you drop acid accidentally? Did someone sneak an insane amount of magic mushrooms into your lunch? No, no, no, this couldn't be possible.

Rubbing your eyes and looking around once more, much to your dismay, your surroundings remained the same. One of the creatures took a step closer to you, causing you to instinctually raise your hands defensively. When you saw your own hands, you outwardly yelped. They, too, were animated and now only two-dimensional.

You felt nauseous. Your whole world was crashing down around you. This couldn't be real. This had to be a freaky nightmare. But then… why weren't you waking up?

Looking around, your eyes met one of the creepy creatures. She appeared to be a cross between a human and a snake, her eyes glowing yellow as she stared daggers at you.

"Wh-where am I?" you croaked, your voice hoarse and thick with emotion.

The snake creature cackled before hissing back at you, "Isn't it obvious, girl? You're in Hell!"

Hell? Is that what happened? You died, plummeted to Hell, and this was your eternal torment?

When you didn't respond, one of the other creatures grew impatient, addressing you with a thunderous voice, "Why do you still look human? Are you alive or dead?"

"I don't… I don't know," you murmured, shaking your head, still trying to cope with your current predicament.

Suddenly, you felt a firm grip on your arm as one of the creatures grabbed you harshly, raising you to your feet. "I call dibs! Finders keepers!"

"That's bullshit!" one of the others called out, snarling. "I saw her first!"

The others burst out in arguments, trying to determine which of them would take ownership of you. It terrified you to hear things like, "Can I have her left arm?" or "I'll take her foot!"

Just as you were about to have a mental breakdown, a voice cut through the crowd. "Get your hands off of her!"

The crowd parted to reveal a less terrifying looking creature, who seemed to be more human-like than the rest of the animalistic mob. At first glance, she seemed to be a girl with wide eyes, long blonde hair, and suspenders, giving her an almost innocent appearance.

"She's coming with me," she declared, though her demeanor was timid-almost as if she was unsure of herself.

"Over my dead body!" one of the other creatures bellowed, followed by multiple jeers of agreement by the rest.

The girl snarled, catching you off-guard with her sharp teeth and menacing expression, instantly silencing the others. "As princess of Hell and heir to the throne, I hereby decree that she is under my protection… um… until further notice. Okay?"

Suddenly, you were shoved from behind, causing you to stumble towards the princess who had basically just claimed ownership over you.

She met your eyes with a tender smile, placing a hand on your shoulder and whispering, "You're safe, I promise. Just stick with me."

All you could manage was a grateful nod of your head, still not able to properly speak.

As the two of you walked away, you could hear the others behind you hissing and growling in disapproval, apparently disappointed that they weren't able to have their way with you.

Your mind was in a fog as you followed the princess, feeling woozy as you took in more of your surroundings. There's no way this could have been a dream. It felt too real. On top of that, there was no way that you were creative enough to come up with an entire world such as the one you were in. This was a version of Hell that you never could have fathomed, but it was all too real.

"My name is Charlie, by the way," the princess greeted, cutting through the awkward silence. "Well, actually, it's Charlotte, but everyone calls me Charlie."

Barely managing a smile, you nodded. "I-I'm Y/N."

"It's so great to meet you!" she beamed. "So, um… how did you end up here? We've never had an actual live human here before! This is so crazy! Where did you come from?"

It was obvious that she was trying to contain her excitement, but her curiosity was getting the better of her. You couldn't blame her. You were also just as curious about the other inhabitants of Hell as they were of you, but you couldn't quite form enough words to ask her any of the things that you wanted to. It was difficult enough to try and cope with your current predicament.

"Honestly… I don't know how I got here. The last thing I remember was being in a thrift store. Next thing I know, I'm here, looking like a cartoon."

"A cartoon?" she replied. "What's that?"

You gawked at her for a moment. Did she really not know? "Um… it's what you are. An animation. A drawing."

She continued to stare at you, clearly not understanding what you were trying to explain. How were you supposed to clarify? "In my world, we look different. This world is two-dimensional, and we're three-dimensional where I come from. The way you and your world looks… it's what we call a cartoon. It's… difficult to explain."

"Well, we can talk more about it later when you've had a chance to relax. We're almost there!" she squealed with excitement.

"Where are we going?" you inquired.

Her eyes grew larger with a certain sparkle as she raved, "The Happy Hotel! Vaggie, the manager and I opened it together! It's the first facility to have its own demon-rehabilitating program!"

She beamed with pride as she spoke of it, but everything she said was nonsense. "You have your own demon-rehabilitating facility? ...In Hell? Does that really work?"

"Well…" she murmured unsuredly. "It's still in the beginning stages. It's a work-in-progress, but we've just employed some new staff members that's really bringing it all together!"

This entire conversation was absurd. In what universe was this an actual topic of discussion? Well… apparently this one. It was extremely difficult to wrap your brain around, and you weren't sure if you were ever going to come to terms with it.

"We're here!" she revealed, her demeanor absolutely giddy. It was obvious that she was proud of her work.

Looking up, you took in the large building. It was a bit run-down, and could obviously use some work, but maybe that's just how things looked in Hell.

She led you inside where you were met with an incredible and regal entryway. The architecture was… bizarre, for lack of a better word. Everything was exaggerated, just as it would be in a wacky, fantastical animation.

Stepping further into the hallway, you saw a mirror out of the corner of your eye. Hesitantly approaching it, you were finally able to take in your full appearance. You couldn't help but laugh when you saw yourself. It seemed that you were still very much yourself, but your features were altered to fit the universe you were now in. It was surreal to say the least.

Charlie approached you from behind, speaking softly, probably to keep from startling you. "Just sit tight for a minute, okay? I'm gonna go grab Vaggie."

Nodding, you watched her skip down the hall and disappear, leaving you alone with your thoughts. What were you going to do now? How were you going to get home? Could you even leave this place? How was she going to keep you safe from those other creatures that wanted to kill you?

As you mind flooded with questions, a chill in the air caught your attention. A high-pitched ringing made you flinch as you rubbed your ears, confused as to where it was coming from.

You were caught off-guard when an unnatural static-filled voice spoke from behind you. "Well, hello there, my dear."