"Alright, Six… you've woken up in some weird ass red place filled with weird… what were those… mutations?" The man, now known as Six, questioned himself as he turned the corner, leaving the female demon behind him. He quickly examined his surroundings as several cars and such passed by, making him pause. The cars themselves looked a bit different from the old husks he'd seen in his wasteland adventures.

They were… A bit primitive looking? He couldn't quite get the words right, as he wasn't exactly a car expert. Something was off about them, though. He shook his head to both get his mind off of it, and get rid of his remaining dizziness from just waking up. He balanced himself against a nearby wall, with him taking deep breaths as he did.

"Damn, either I was drugged and brought here… or..." He pulled out the Transportalponder, a relic from the Big MT. "Maybe this thing's malfunctioning..." He then quickly pointed the strange device upwards and pulled the trigger… Nothing happened.

He sighed and then he pulled it again… Nada.

So, he pulled it once again… Nope.

Finally, he gave up with an annoyed growl.

"Well shit." He growled before shoving it back into his coat, letting it vanish into his night infinite arsenal. "Alright… maybe I should just look around first, listen in on where the hell I am..." He said, before quickly walking off, keeping his pace normal looking, yet quite quick, given the type of man he was.

As he walked he saw various inhabitants of this place, with some being as short as those things he'd put down back in the alleyway, or as tall as a Super Mutant, and just as muscular as well. Some had a deep red skin, others were blue. Some had fur, and several only had one eye. Many of them had horns, but a few of them resembled animals, ranging from sharks to goats, and even hyenas.

"Strange… guess this might be some sort of hub for mutants… doesn't explain the cars though." He wondered how anything like this could ever exist in the wasteland. Sure, there might've been a few brawls here and there as he walked on, and sure, no one was doing anything about it, but aside from the apparent lack of a police force, things almost seemed… peaceful. Well, as peaceful as it got anyways.

Six was never one for discrimination against mutations, as he made it a point to help Super Mutants and Ghouls as if they were any other human. Seeing a relatively… working society filled with nonhumans made him smile a bit, as it faintly reminded him of the likes of Broken Hills, Jacobstown, and Necropolis. While he'd only heard stories of Broken Hills and Necropolis, knowing that mutations could function just as well as humans made him hesitant to think of them as anything less. Now if only Broken Hills and Necropolis were still around…

He shook himself from his thoughts, as he was getting sidetracked again. As much as he enjoyed the history of the Wasteland, he needed to figure out more about this new place he'd wound up in. He then looked up for the first time…

And immediately noticed the red sky and massive pentagram.

"WHAT THE FU-"

Hazbin Hotel, a few hours later.

Angel Dust groaned as he felt a boot to the back, he instantly knew it was Vaggie without even looking back.

"Get up." Her voice growled, as he sighed and obliged, getting himself into a sitting position, before feeling the dried saliva covering his cheek. He quickly began to rub it off as he complained.

"Oh come on, it's not that late..." He complained as he stretched, putting his feminine body on display for Vaggie, who just narrowed her eye.

"It's like, two thirty, you idiot!" She responded.

"Yeah, exactly!" He said with a tired chuckle, before quickly rose to his feet. "I shouldn't have to be up until five." He winked, making Vaggie growl in annoyance.

"Look, I'm sick and tired of these allnighters you're pulling, Charlie has been working her ass off to make this place work, and I'm losing sleep going out and looking for your stupid ass every other night!" She hissed, before Angel Dust shrugged.

"Hey, it's not EVERY other night, it's like… every three nights." He corrected, before he felt a spear press into his fluffy chest.

"Give me one good reason not to." She threatened.

He looked at the spear, and then sighed. "Alright, fine, tell you what, tonight will be my last allnighter. One last night on the town before I get to this whole… redemption thing."

"What? No! You're not going anywhere tonight!" Vaggie responded.

"Sorry toots, but that's how it's gonna be, see you tomorrow!" Angel quickly said, before rushing off quicker than Vaggie could react, leaving old dust to get kicked up in her face, making her sputter and cough.

"ANGEEEEEEELLLL!" She roared as her vision cleared, but her target was now long gone.

Several blocks away.

"Alright, weird big ass star in the sky… shit I still haven't gotten over that… Maybe they have… a weird hologram projecting it… yeah… just… focus on the small things, Six." Growled the man as he then turned and spotted an odd sight.

Six watched as an imp ordered an odd type of drug from what reminded him of a Nuka Cola vending machine. The money that the little demon used seemed to be similar to NCR Dollars, or the relatively rare pre-war cash that Six would occasionally find. The demon itself soon walked away with a massive bag of white powder, before the Courier walked up to examine the vending machine.

DRUGS was the only thing that adorned it, though as the Courier read off what specific drugs were in it, he couldn't find anything recognizable.

"Coke? Bojack? Angel Dust?" He said to himself in confusion. "Guess getting Stimpaks and Radaway is gonna be a bit of a bitch here. Well, at least I still got a good supply." He said to himself, before he felt a tap on the shoulder, and turned, coming face to face with a white, fuzzy creature. Said creature had sharp teeth, and several blotches of pink on his face here and there, with one of his eyes being completely black, contrasting with his fur and his other white eye.

"Hey buddy," He began, in an accent that reminded Six of those mobsters up in New Reno. "I really don't feel like standing around all day, so could you please get the hell out of my way?" He growled in a rushed tone.

Six stepped aside and continued to examine him, finding that the creature had an extra pair of arms, and was currently wearing a striped suit and bowtie. His body was feminine, and had Six not heard him speak he'd mistake this creature for a girl.

"What're ya looking at, want a piece of this?" Flirted the spider-like creature, even going as far as to rub his fluffy chest seductively.

Ah… drug addicted prostitute...

"Maybe later." Replied Six with disinterest, before he then turned and walked away.

"Eh, your loss." Said the spider as he left.

Guess every society has to have hookers. Well, it wasn't like Six was judging, considering he'd helped one get back into the prostitution business not that long ago, but still, he didn't expect it here. Regardless, he continued on, examining every minute aspect he could about this strange new society. The buildings reminded him of what New Vegas must've been like when it stood before the war, with large, neon signs displaying the words "Demon" and "Hell."

While Six wasn't a religious man, he himself did know a bit about demons, those being monsters that resided in Hell, tormenting sinners for all eternity after they die and whatnot. Was this society based on that concept? Maybe they'd read the Bible or some scraps of it laying around here and there? Perhaps they based their society off of it? It wouldn't be the weirdest thing he'd seen, considering the Legion based itself off of ancient Rome. Still though, it was certainly a surprise.

What still got to him however, was the massive floating star. What even was it? Maybe… a beacon to other cities and such… yeah. Yeah it was probably just a massive holographic beacon that helped travelers find their way to this place… And nothing else… No magic here...

Six didn't plan on thinking about it much, lest he break his enhanced brain.

Awhile later.

Charlie sighed sadly as she sat on a bench in Hell's equivalent to a park, with various strange looking birds and such fluttering around here as she attempted to hold back tears. Another day of nothing but rude comments and a lack of interest in redemption. She took this time to clear her head, looking up at the pentagram in the sky, and the strange looking moon with a massive halo over it far beyond Hell.

She sighed, as every time she looked at Heaven, she could only think of how much better it must've been than this place. Even if she was a resident born in Hell, no one could deny how much of a hellhole (Pun not intended) it was, not even the most optimistic of demons. As she sat there, she continued to ponder over the hotel.

Would it even work? Could she actually change anyone? Can-

Her thoughts were cut off when suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked over to see a large, muscular demon standing behind her. His skin was a deep red, and he gave her a smile, showing a series of sharpened teeth.

"What's with the long face, doll?" He asked, his smile not faltering as he looked over the demoness his eyes were predatory, but that was common, though Charlie did keep her guard up, she still kept her optimism as well.

"Oh!" Charlie saw a potential guest for Hazbin despite her weariness. "Well, I was saddened because no one wanted to redeem themselves at my hotel, but maybe you could change that?" She said, offering the demon a card. He just continued to stare at her, making her feel awkward. She quickly looked around, only to see that the park she was in was now mostly empty.

"Uh… sir?" She questioned, and finally, the demon looked her in the face, with him even licking his lips as he did.

"Well, I don't care about any hotel, but how about you come back to my place?" He said.

"No thanks." Charlie said, before quickly moving to get up, however, she felt him instantly wrap his massive arm around her neck, gagging her as she looked up, still seeing him smiling as he did.

"Well, that wasn't an offer." He responded.

"Let go of me!" Shouted Charlie, before she gave the demon several hard elbows to the gut. He grunted, and for once his smile dropped as he then yanked Charlie backwards over the bench and slammed her into the ground, making her shout in pain as he pinned her neck to the ground with his massive hand.

"Alright, bitch, now we're doing it the hard way." He said, as he began to tug at her clothing with his free hand, his other keeping her pinned even as she kicked and scratched at him. She was about to light the bastard on fire, with her pyrokinesis. But fate it seemed had decided something else, as she herself wouldn't need to do much.

Suddenly amid the struggling, a fist slammed into the side of the large demon's face, sending him tumbling off Charlie as he gave a growl of pain. She quickly got into a sitting position as she rubbed her sore neck, looking up to see two red lenses staring down at her. Strangely, despite the initially terrifying presence of the man, she felt a sense of safety.

"You alright?" Asked the man, and she nodded, before he looked back to see the demon stumbling to his feet, four holes were now in his cheek, and blood quickly began gushing from them as Six smiled, raising his fists to reveal he was wearing spiked knuckle dusters. One had "HATE" embossed onto it, and the other had "LOVE" on it, though the HATE was partially covered in blood.

Six just casually began approaching the demon, who himself rushed at Six, before swinging. Six just jerked backwards, letting the demon's fist fly by him, before he rushed forwards and slammed LOVE right into the demon's gut, making the demon lurch over and gag. The man then delivered several more punches to the monster's stomach, each one sending the demon stumbling back, before the Courier finished the combo with a hard uppercut, making the demon roar in pain, as he felt his jaw shatter from the blow. The demon dropped to a knee, his vision now a bit blurry from the force of the smaller man's blows, likely due to the man's immense Strength.

"I would fuck off if I were you." Growled Six, offering the demon an out. His voice sounded rather dry and scratchy as well, like he hadn't had water in days.

The demon just narrowed his eyes in response and reached for his belt, before pulling out a pistol. The armored man just sighed, and showed off his Agility as he rushed down the demon quicker than anyone would expect, before knocking the gun out of the large monster's hand. Only one shot went off, with the bullet flying harmlessly into the air. Six himself however, quickly pulled out a small pistol that seemed to glow despite the natural darkness of hell.

It was a pistol similar to the M1911, though it had a snakeskin grip, and was rather small, however, aside from the glowing, its other most prominent feature were the Greek letters etched into it.

"καὶ τὸ φῶς ἐν τῇ σκοτίᾳ φαίνει" was on the right, and on the left was "καὶ ἡ σκοτία αὐτὸ οὐ κατέλαβεν." Or together, they made, "The light shineth in darkness, and the darkness comprehended it not."

The demon instantly felt frozen. No matter how much he wanted to try to grab at the small man that had humiliated him, that gun seemed to completely freeze him. It was an odd sense of fear. Something like one would expect from an animal being chased by its natural predator. This was a primordial sense of terror that only one would experience when they're… well, fucked, to crudely say the least.

And it seemed the demon himself wasn't the only one to feel this, as even Charlie herself cringed as she gazed at the pistol. It was… foreign, for lack of a better term. The princess felt as if it shouldn't have been in Hell. If anything, it gave her the anxiety of looking at an exterminator weapon, but it was also a bit different at the same time. She couldn't describe how it was wrong, but she damn sure felt it.

All of these thoughts went through her head in a matter of seconds, as the second the gun was drawn and aimed at the big demon's head, the smaller man had pulled the trigger, and the demon's head exploded, with the bullet carving through his skull like a hot knife through butter. The demon's body fell backwards, and slammed into the ground like a sack of potatoes. The man then turned towards Charlie, who flinched backwards on instinct, ready to defend herself.

"Woah, woah, it's alright." Said the man, his voice becoming extremely soft despite its scratchiness as he quickly put the gun back into his holster. "See, I'm not gonna hurt ya." He said, as the demon princess looked him over in curiosity.

He almost reminded her of Tom Trench, with the gas mask and such, though the man in front of her was a fair bit more intimidating, considering the glowing red lenses and lack of sex jokes. Aside from that though, he was covered in sand, and now, thanks to the demon he'd just slain, blood, adding to the fear factor.

But Charlie being Charlie, swallowed her fear, and spoke. "I thank you for saving me, mister...?"

"Uh… Six... Courier Six is fine." He responded, giving a nod.

"Hmm, I'll assume that's the name you chose for yourself after you wound up in Hell?" Charlie asked, giving a smile as she approached the man.

"Er… no, it's just what I'm called now." He said, before quickly continuing. "Look, I'm not attempting to rush here, but I would like to know where I am. My Pip-Boy has been out of whack since I got here." He said, before checking his Pip-Boy 3000. He'd examined it earlier, and found that while Stats and such were displayed properly, the map on the wrist mounted computer was now useless, displaying only an error message with the frowning face of Vault Boy taking up a majority of the screen.

"Pip… Boy?" Charlie repeated, looking at the strange device as he showed his wrist to her. It sort of reminded her of a Hellphone, and the few Smartwatches she'd seen from the human realm on occasion only this strange device was far more clunky. It was like something she'd expect if the 50s had tried their luck at making modern tech.

"I guess you don't have those here." He responded, quickly pulling away. "But, do you know which country we're in? America? Canada? Mexico?" He asked.

"Sir… you're in Hell." She responded in an unsure tone.

"Yeah, I know, this place is called Hell, but where am I?" He continued, not getting it.

"No, no. You're in Hell. Like… THE Hell." She responded, making him just stare at her. "You know… the mythological Hell?" She offered, making him just stand there.

"Al-alright… I… don't remember dying… but I'm in Hell..." He said, sounding dazed. It was a far cry from his formerly calm tone. "I guess that explains the star..."

"It's a pentagram, actually." Charlie said, making him give a faint nod.

"Well, I gotta say, even though we went through a nuclear war, this place isn't as crowded as I thought." He offered, attempting to wrap his brain around the situation.

"What war?" Charlie asked.

"You know… when China and America nuked each other? In 2077" He said, only to have her shake her head in response, she was almost as confused as him.

"It's 2019, sir." She said, and his shoulders seemed to droop, before he walked past Charlie, who now looked concerned. Courier Six then took a seat at the base of a tree, and didn't move, as he rested his head backwards, and looked up at the sky.

He wanted to sleep, but he had too much adrenaline coursing through his veins.

He wanted to scream, but his lungs failed him as he took quiet, shallow breaths.

As it was, he just sat there, unsure, as Charlie soon moved over to the dazed and confused man. She spoke, but he didn't hear her words, he barely even saw her, as a matter of fact, as he had extreme tunnel vision, though it was focused on nothing. Finally, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and let out a grunt of surprise as he jerked his head towards it, finding it to be Charlie's.

"Sir, would you like a place to stay?" She asked, with him finally hearing. He looked at her kind, smiling face as his tunnel vision finally relaxed. "At least just until you get your bearings?"

He pondered for a few seconds, remaining completely still as he did. Finally, he made up his mind and gave the demoness a nod, as his voice was failing him. He stood up, and Charlie helped him get his footing, as the two began to make their way to Hazbin. All the way there, the Courier was half delirious, with the "sane" half of him questioning his sanity all the while. However, Charlie managed to keep him faintly grounded in reality. Assuming if she was even real.