The Snake-I Show

Pilot Episode / Episode 1 "New beginnings are often disguised as painful endings" - Lao Tzu

Yet, it is true, for the kid of this story, the child of a thousand pains.

(This isn't in the Pilot, but I'll include it for context or background info…)

Date: Nov/25/1918

Time: 7:37 P.M.

Location: Windsor Castle

WW1 finally ended….

Finally made it, I thought, to my uncle's grand castle. Never thought I would visit this place in my whole life. "Now, Charles, I want you to be on your best behavior, understood?", clarified my mother, Ximena Flores Phillips. "Charles, Charles!, CHARLES!," she shouted. I responded with a stuttering what and a fast motion of blinking. "Sigh, Charles, just be on your best attitude, okay? I know it's going to be hard, being out of the country for an event and business work your father has, but, honestly," she pauses to caress my cheek, "you need this. You're always so alone and private and, I DON'T want that for you, alright? So please, make some good friends - for me." "Alright, ma," I responded with a light-hearted tone. "And if I might add son," continues my father, Basil James Phillips, "try to make some good friends by showing some of your interests, for example, your curiosity towards firearms and many types of weaponry, that sounds right?" "I will try my best, father," I responded. My mother adds enthusiastically, "Right then, shall we go onward?!" "And Yonward!", responded my father and I. We get out of the car and move towards the entrance of the grandeur castle, alongside many more invited guests, dukes, authorities, etc. My uncle is a really big man of England, isn't he? After they checked us in, we headed towards the hall, where the main event was, and that's when I met him.

"Brother Basil, it has been long, how's the life of England, treating you?", exclaims my distant uncle, King George V himself. My father responds to my uncle's question, yet after that point I didn't raise much attention towards their conversation. But, at the same moment, I spot a group of children playing and strike curiosity into my heart. "Father, can I," I asked. "Yes, Charles, go on." I smile at my father and give myself a boost of confidence to help on the way. I make it to the group and introduce myself. Will they accept me? Am I fit to be with these kinds of kids? Oh please, oh please, self-confidence save me now! And yet to my surprise, I got accepted and invited to play with them. With a joyful expression on my face, I gladly accepted.

After some time, my uncle was about to make a toast, gathering everyone in the main hall. My friends and I go running back to the main hall when I hear a strange noise from outside, like it was someone talking Ger - "HEY, Charles, hurry up, man, the speech is about to start." Without thinking twice, I went running towards the main hall to attend to the speech. To know that was my biggest mistake yet…. My uncle started the speech thanking everyone for their cooperation in the events of WW1, sending their best men to fight the war for us, as well as the successful abdication of the Kaiser Wilhelm II, what a Ļ. That was weird, my heart stroked up when I said devil. Once my uncle finished his speech, he concluded with his cheers and….people running in fear….my mother shouting my name…..That's the last I heard of everything around me. Turns out that I got shot in the head by some German spy who seeked revenge on my uncle for what he did. After that moment, my entire life was about to change, from human, to devil.

My name is Charles Winston Phillips, and this is my story.

(The rest is now Pilot material that I have planned)

Modern Day

Location: Vivziepop's Hell (Search it for more sense)

We then see a flash of a red figure run across the camera and dash across buildings, skipping from one to another. We then see a group of guards chase the running demon jumping from the building, throwing their lances at the thief. The thief dodges each attack with quick maneuvers and throws some objects behind him to distract them. On one jump we get a clear shot of our stealing runaway, who is Charles Winston Phillips, or as the demons call him n-"YOU FUCKFACE SNAKE!" "Correction, that is Snake-I for me, and fuckfaces for all of you. Seriously, you all are horrible at your job. You guys for decades have been trying to get me, a 17-year-old teenage rugrat with an extraordinary way of getting past all of you, and you all have been in the royal guard of the King for, what, milleniums?!", Snake-I boasts at the guards, laughing at the end of his gloat. Snake-I gets off the buildings and finally finds the way to lose them, and plays the operation successfully. The guards head down another valley of buildings, not having in mind that they once again became the jackasses they always are. Once it was clear, Snake-I emerged from his hiding place, shaking off the dust from the room he hid in. "If that's the best the King has, then Hell is going to be turned into absolute horse shite when the Great Day comes," Snake-I says, slightly hysterical, but then distracted by a new building he's never seen before. As he goes outside to observe closer, he's distracted by the thought of what it is exactly. Prison, nah too small. Apartment building, nope too bright. Porn studio, NAH TOO SHIT-LOOKING. What the fuck is this place?! As he gets nearer, he reveals to himself what the place is. "Happy Hotel? A HOTEL!? Ah hell nah, no one's gonna come here. Man, I'm outta this broke-ass joint," Snake-I exclaims turning his back on the hotel. After two seconds, he stops, and whispers, "Ay imbecil, you had to have the curiosity of a cat." Snake-I looks to the back of the hotel and finds a staircase leading up. On the way, he finds an open window, with more curiosity of wanting to see what there is. Once he goes through, he sees a refurbished and very clean hotel bedroom with all its essentials. Snake-I whistles and says, "If this isn't a narcissistic obsession with cleanliness, then I don't know what is." As Snake-I explores the hotel and makes it to the main hall, he sees a portrait of a family. A father, mother, and daughter. Whatever happened to them…"I miss them," a tear crosses his face as he looks thoughtfully. Interrupting his moment of silence, a limo pulls up on the street and three demons start opening the door. Snake-I, within a blink of an eye, runs out of the window he entered and escapes to his home.

We then cut to an abandoned apartment building, untouched for many years. We then see Snake-I walking past a valley next to the building, when all of a sudden, somebody is thrown harshly to the wall. Snake-I stops to see who did that, when he recognizes the demon. "HOBO JOE!", he shouts worryingly. He runs to find a bunch of drunk adults harassing the old devil. As one turns around to see who was running, Snake-I performs a jump punch and knocks out one of the bullies. "Oi Nicky, look what we have," says a tall, squirrel-like demon with a Peaky Blinders clothing. "Righty on Jerry, we go' ourselves a scabby arse-bag,'' Nicky, a big-horn, giant, spits at the ground and says threateningly, "Get los' child." "Not until you leave him alone," demands Snake-I. "Oooohhhh, and what are ya going to do if we don't. You're just a simple boy," mocks Nicky. When Nicky finishes his sentence, Snake-I picks up a piece of molten wood with his right foot and kicks it right into the face of the intimidating giant. Nicky makes a painful scream, shouting out, "MY EYE, MY FUCKING EYE," with a hand on an eye, pierced with a chunk of wood. "Oh now you've fucked yourself," responds Jerry, along with a left hook towards Snake-I's face. Although he misses, he's quick to react with a combination of punches he continues to make, yet he is fighting with a…..snake. In one punch, Snake-I manages to grab it and strikes his face with a blowing jab, causing the striking devil to bleed from his nose. With this violent act, Jerry makes one last attempt by throwing himself towards Snake-I, which ends up with Snake-I performing a jumping roundhouse kick. Surprised at this revelation, Jerry gets up and says hysterically and wheezing, "You are a complete warrior - coughs - you truly are a child." He stands up straight and adds, "You got my respect, what's your name?" "Charles Winston Phillips, that's my name", says Snake-I, hesitantly and aware. "Right, right, umm, well, nice meeting you, and, I better get going," responds Jerry, as well aware that his brother is bleeding from his eye. "C'mon bro, let's see about for a doctor," Jerry carries his brother out the valley, but then turns around to say, "Oh, and the name, let me give you some advice. Add "at your service" at the end, it sounds more fitting for your era-type. 1900s, right?" After that, they were gone. Snake-I, lost in thought, remembers a very important thing. "Joe!", he softly shouts. As he gets closer, he makes sure that his only friend is fine. "Joe, are you good?", Snake-I asks. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just the usual I get for decades now," responds Joe, an old homeless, sloth-like demon, "you know, you don't have to come in every time I get hassled." "I know, but I can't bear to see you get beaten by people like them. Those who just don't care, who are arrogant, who have no hope because they're stuck in a place of no remorse and no happiness whatsoever," responds Snake-I, with a brief pause at the end. Joe raises an eyebrow when Snake-I finishes. Snake-I sighs, "You're right, I worry too much, don't I?" "On point kid, on point," answers Joe, "just please, don't waste your life here protecting me, okay?" "I'll try, but I ain't promising." "Good kid," smiles Joe, "now go, your friend might be waiting for you." "Oh Shit, I forgot. Uh, bye Joe," quickly comments Snake-I, and in a rush, leaves towards his apartment.

We cut to seeing a door open of a broken apartment, and Snake-I enters the weary establishment, revealing a full look of the living room with water leaks and the torned-up furniture, filling Snake-I with demoralization. "Sigh - one day, we'll be living like kings, anyway, hey brooooo, I'm back!" Nothing, but silence….and an eerie feeling…he's right behind me, isn't he? As Snake-I says this, a dark, ghostly demon figure appears slowly behind him and begins to snarl grossly over his head. Snake-I slowly looks up, roaring the next thing, "YOU FECKING BASTARDO! Did you just try to scare me?!" "Bro, when are you going to let me scare you for once, besides you deserve it for taking long," responds harshly a spiritual two-horned ghost with the same aspect of Snake-I, except shorter and more 70s clothing. "Yeah, that's true. I got more later because" - "Because you got caught stealing food from the guards again, didn't you?", interrupts Snake-I's spirit. "Pfft, WHAT, no", reacts Snake-I sarcastically. Spirit then pinches the top of his nose, and stressfully sighs and says, "Man, man, MAN! When are you going to learn?! You can't be doing this for the rest of your life. You got to go out, meet new people, DO SOMETHING. What would your par" - "DO NOT mention them. DON'T, no, you," Snake-I responds, triggered by that one sentence. "Please, it has been decades, and - I don't wanna know." "Sorry bruv, I didn't mean to, I'm just worried." Snake-I responds, "It's fine, anyway, here's dinner." "You're not going to eat," worryingly says Spirit. "Not hungry - sigh - I'll be in my room," quietly says Snake-I walking to his room and closing the door behind him. Snake-I then lies onto his bed and pulls out an ancient Mayan relic, said to be of worth in the market. As he slams his arm down, he starts to stare at the ceiling profoundly. Why me….What did I ever do to the universe….My birthday is in two weeks and now…..these thoughts again…..if that's today, then what's tomorrow…..Tomorrow…..

Musical Number Here - Either doing a parody of some song or doing it all custom and titling Tomorrow. Well, that's the idea back to the story.

As Snake-I ends his song, he leans on the balcony and sees at the distance the great palace of them all - Hell's Grand Castle. Seeing this view, Snake-I gains high hopes and puts a smile on his face, whispering, "You're never fully dressed without one."

Once Snake-I ends his whisper, the view cuts to a guard running through the hallway and loudly mumbles shit over and over again, then says, "Great, the king is once again furious for what the shit I've put myself in. May Death help me." Once breathing in, the guard opens the door and senses the ominous chill in the room. A dark force wrapping around his body; the color of that scarlet red filling the distressed demon in fear. A voice out of shot talks in a gloomy voice, "This is the 3rd time this week," we then transition to a devil sitting on a dark, crimson throne, with a white hat, "do you have him?" "Well, y'see…..ummm…I….uhh…..no, my king." "Sigh, pieces of shits, you can't do ONE SIMPLE THING!?," shouts the devil in white, leaning from his chair, "I already have problems with my personal life, my relationships with the Royals, my treasure being stolen from mafias and riff-raffs, and now…now…now…..I finally see through the clear." The Guard inquisitively questions, "What do you mean, my king?" "Remember the assignment I sent three of your men on, yet the useless fuckers never came back," pauses the Devil, "do you remember?" "Well yes, but I don't see what that has to do with…..oh, I see," realizes the Guard, ending his chat. The Devil gets up and walks towards the window, admiring the capital, "Now that your mind sees clearly, I want you to bring more men and do some investigating on where he is. And when you find him, handle him with care. I'd love to have a chat with him about such matters," he straightens out, hands behind his back, "For he will know the name of His Supremacy, King Lucifer Morningstar."

And that's it. So far, this is the idea, but I do take recommendations in terms of editing this or changing the story. Also, to have a more clearer idea of what this is based off of, it takes place in the same universe of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, which are both created by the wonderful Vivziepop. Another thing I would've done is give some kind of drawing for my character, but sadly, I'm a man of music and not art, but if anyone would like to offer, you can and try your best drawing my character with a little description I will leave behind. So, in conclusion, hope you all enjoyed this little taster of what I have planned and hope you all share your opinions of what I have written.

P.S. - I have decided to leave a little more info going to the next page, and I will say that the quote at the beginning, it's to signify the suffering our character will face…..in the future.

Snake-I:

Has a somewhat average height, and has red skin.

Wears ragged clothing from 1930s and is rather a slim fit

Has some very small devil horns, and average hair.

(Imagine drawing Lucifer, except smaller and with red skin, that's Snake-I)

Spirit - (Not actually his name, but just a title)

Just a bit taller than with legs, and wears 1970s clothing.

Can switch between spirit form and spirit with legs form, not exciting but ehh…..

Has long hair and a cleaner outlook, but can have a big tantrum when talked about WW2 and the Germans

Until Next Time….

Season 1 - "Beginnings" - 10 - 20 episodes for all seasons or so

Season 2 - "Room Service!"

Season 3 - "No one expects the Spanish Cartel" - A season dedicated to my pais, Mexico

Season 4 - "Err0r_c0d3-46"

Season 5 - "Omnia Vincit Amor" (Love Conquers All)

Season 6 - "The Ringmaster's Preach"

Season 7 - "Breaking the Nine Circles"

Season 8 - "Beginnings of All"