The gang move onto the next world, Sorry for the poor hint in what world they would end up in, probably didn't do very well with implying they were moving onto the next world, but we are visiting a Hotel Hazbin timeline, specifically...
Hazbin Falls Hotel by Shinshinjane
As the group entered the new world, Alastor and Rosie were all smiles, obviously feeling better than they have in a while. Rosie was just as glad to have gotten rid of her new organ before they made the jump. Rosie will admit that she was overeager in her last night in the last world, but in her defense (if you can call it that) she was working to get rid of the extra appendage she got due to her mistake.
That and also because this was the first time she would have been sleeping with any version of Tambry as their world's version avoided them in general. So both twins were going to make the most of it. And to be fair they did give the teen a very pleasurable night as they did with Wendy, and Tambry always had a chance to say no to anything they could do to her. Both teens admit they had fun even if they were tired and limping afterwards. Alastor even snuck a few pictures of the girls during their night and saved them on Tambry's phone. Just a little present to the girls which Rosie not only approved but snuck in a few poses for the pictures.
Something that was problematic with the previous adventure, was what happened with the machine, seeing as that machine of Cherunga's basically attacked their own. Cherunga had sent an electromagnetic wave that interfered with their machine's configurations, and basically threw off all the calculations Sans and Alastor had done to triangulate their dimension. Basically, the idiot took their carefully calculated shots, and shot the bullet with a trebuchet.
Needless to say, it was a complete miss.
As the group entered town, they took stock of the lack of young life around, raising some questions as Sans' first objective was to get a newspaper, which means they are walking along the street, their target a store not far away.
Alastor blinked as he noticed a flier hanging from a nearby pole, fluttering in the breeze. He pulled it free and studied it. The design was simple but the bold words read out, 'Party at the Hazbin Hotel! Kids and Teenagers are welcome!' The next paragraph says, 'Have a Helluva time!' and the bottom paragraph reads, 'Sponsored by the Mystery Shack. Free?'
"What are you looking at Bro-bro?" Rosie asked as she leaned over his shoulder to see what got his attention. The look of surprise appeared on her face. "Hazbin Hotel? You don't think they mean Charlie's Hotel?"
"Do you know any other place that would have a business that willingly calls themselves 'Hazbin'?" Alastor asked her.
"What hotel are you talking about?" Ink asked, as the others had stopped and looked at the twins. "I don't think there is a hotel in Gravity Falls."
"Technically this hotel shouldn't be in Gravity Falls or even on earth in general," Alastor corrected. "The Hazbin Hotel is a hotel in Hell that is a passion project run by the daughter of Lucifer and the princess of Hell, Charlie. It's supposed to be a place to help rehabilitate sinners."
"Our mentor, Alastor the Radio demon partnered up with Charlie to watch sinners try and fail to do better," Rosie added with a fond smile. "We haven't visited the place in a while before we ended up getting sucked into our little misadventure."
Chiron hummed and asked as he thought of something. "If that is a hotel that is not only in Hell, but the Hell you two trained in, does that mean this is the world you two are from?"
"No we would know," Alastor denied with a slight frown. "I have several spells and seals placed around the town that are keyed to me. I would have known instantly."
"Still I can't help but wonder if this is in fact the Hotel Charlie runs, then why is it in Gravity Falls and not in Hell?" Rosie asked, both confused and concerned. Even if it wasn't the version of Charlie she knew that doesn't mean she wasn't worried that any version was here instead of Hell.
"There is one way to find out," Sans said with a grin. "Care to crash a party guys?"
As the group made their way there, Ink began to shiver and act irritated. "Someone created Ink clones with the stupid printer. I can sense the magic within them, if we get there and Dipper created his twenty-five clones, I might just smack him. I am tired of being reminded of how stupid I was."
Sans shrugged. "You go deal with that to help you get over the irritation they caused, and we will introduce ourselves to the locals. You also hate the party as well, so this gives you something to do to get out of it."
"I don't hate the party in general, I just hate seeing my younger self swoon over Wendy. As cool as she is, I can only feel crappy about my time crushing on her and don't like being reminded. If we could get a timeline that our younger selves aren't crushing on her, I could enjoy the party." Ink bobbed his head back and forth a little. "As long as people don't try to splash me with anything at least."
As Ink floated off, Alastor smiled as he figured out exactly how he wanted to crash this party.
As the Hotel gang readied to fight off the paper clones holding them down, each clone was stabbed with a bunch of black spikes, all coming from down the hall. Baxter stared, the image a bit traumatizing, as the spikes began to encase them and drag them down the hall, slowly, as if they were in some creepy horror film.
As the crew looked down the hall to see what had attacked the clones, they saw nothing but white facial features on a tall inky black man, smiling a bit too wide. As Baxter began to look like he was having a panic attack, Angel pulled out his gun as he also pushed Dipper behind him. Everyone was getting into fighting stances before they heard someone they recognized. "You all do realize he saved your dumb asses while he had the element of surprise right?"
Allessandro stepped from around the ink man, who began to smooth out his features, and started to look like an adult Dipper, if he was from a black and white movie. "If he planned to kill you all, he wouldn't have helped me, and would have also killed you when he got rid of those clones."
Before the rest of them could respond someone began speaking through the speakers. "Alright everybody, we have a couple of singers to sing a couple songs to finish off the night. This first song, I want to dedicate to my teacher, the greatest Radio Show Host in Hell."
If the sudden announcement didn't have the attention of the demons of the hotel before, it certainly did now. They all froze before turning their attention to the stage. Vaggie was the one to react first to hearing the boy's words, "Excuse me?!"
The actual Radio Demon himself blinked in his human disguise, surprised by the news and studied the figure standing on the stage. He will admit his curiosity was now peeked as the music started to play.
(Radio Demon by NateWantsToBattle)
Alastor cleared his throat as he did his best to copy his mentor's voice. "Right then! Why don't you and I get down to the nitty gritty and then… We can let the fun begin"
Alastor waved his hand through the air as he summoned his mic before singing into it. "Radio Demon, it's a pleasure. Sign in twice just for better measure."
The Hazbin crew all stared in shock as the boy began to sing, none of them expecting a song like this. Alastor titled his head as he listened, his grin slowly widening.
"Good investments, bad intentions, a clause or two, I forgot to mention. Now please excuse my sudden interest, saw your fiasco and had to visit. I can offer you my service, don't you worry, the price is worth it now.
The crew forgot about the ink demon behind them altogether as they listened, Alastor tapping his foot to the song. "Is he really singing a song about you!?" Vaggie asked, appalled by the very idea.
"I didn't know you had a theme song, Alastor," Charlie asked the radio demon.
"Neither did I," he admitted to her. "I don't care much for the style of music but I am touched all the same."
"Now if you'd take a look around, then you could see the sights and all the sounds. Of your world on fire."
As the boy on stage finished the line, the lights flashed in a way to look like the building was on fire, as smoke actually rose from under the stage. As the young man was singing, he looked straight at them, his eyes beginning to look like they were on fire, as his hands, starting with his fingers, began to turn black, red glowing cracks flowing along his skin both overlapping his sleeves.
"So sign the line, you'll be fine, hell you'll be all mine. An R.O.I. on the day you die."
Angel had to rub his eyes before he asked the Overlord beside him, "Since when did you have a kid Smiles?"
"I don't" came the simple answer.
Vaggie scowled and waved a hand towards the stage as the boy's magic affected it. "Then explain that!"
Alastor then gave her a deadpan look, "dear I am not only sexually dysfunctional but I have been a sinner for decades. I can't have children."
"I can pull from my resources, take what you want and stay remorseless. A little dusting, a lot of dealing, make this hotel so appealing."
As they moved back to the party floor, the Hazbin gang noticed a couple other Dippers, as well as an older Mabel, and someone that looked like the brat, Pacifica, off to the side. None of them knew what these guys were doing, and none of them understood what was going on.
"I'm calling in as many favors, you want. But when it's all said and done, your soul is mine to haunt."
The crew stopped before the stage, once again the boy using magic to pull the effects again. "Well I would believe he'd be your kid," Angel added, his head nodding to the beat.
Alastor hummed in agreement as studied the young man.
"Now if you'd take a look around, then you could see the sights and all the sounds. Of your world on fire."
Making up his mind Alastor slowly moved his way onto the stage, seeing the other meshes of the boy's group noticing him and giving him grins or thumbs up.
"So sign the line, you'll be fine, hell you'll be all mine. An R.O.I. on the day you die"
As the young man reached this part in his song, Alastor ended up reaching the boy and now standing next to him on the stage. He noticed that the older looking Mabel (dressed similarly to his friend Rosie he might add) was holding up a cue card, no doubt for him to speak. Feeling entertained he decided to indulge in the fun and say his lines "Now with all the fine print and logistics out of the way, what do you say? Do we have a deal?"
Alastor almost felt like holding his hand out as if to make a deal even if no such deal was stated beforehand. The young man just grinned and gave a slight bow before he twirled his mic as the stage seemed to change around them.
"Now if you'd take a look around, then you could see the sights and all the sounds. Of your world on fire. So sign the line, you'll be fine, hell you'll be all mine. An R.O.I. on the day you die"
Alastor seemed to notice the illusion around them, showing them the burning parts of Hell and that he was now in his normal demon form. But that didn't seem to either be bothered or noticed by anyone except for everyone that already knew who the Radio Demon was.
The boy then seemed to address not only the crowd but Alastor and the Hazbin crew, some wanting to move forward but were being stopped. "Can't let you live to tell the tale, it's time to take a walk with me through hell. It was your desire. You signed your name, such a shame got yourself to blame. An R.O.I. on the day you die"
The crowd cheered as he finished the song, everyone loving it. Many had been dancing, bopping to the beat and more than a few girls were swooning at the singer. They burst into applause as the Dipper on stage turned and bowed to them, the magic fading and restoring the stage to their proper form. Alastor noticed that he was back to a human form but could only chuckled and lightly clapped in his approval.
The boy turned and motioned for them to the side, away from everyone. Seeing this the Radio demon nodded and walked off the stage, nearing the other members of the hotel. As the group was walking off, the lights dimmed, before coming back on, though this time with a pink tint.
"This is your final boarding call, all aboard." (Vacay to Bonetown, by Valory, ft. Kuraiinu)
Looking back to the stage, each of the people that recognized that opening were shocked to see the older Mabel being the singer. Even the Dipper dressed as Alastor had to do a double take, as he noticed Sans, in his lust persona, acting as her seat. It appeared as if he had gotten down on his knees, before leaning back, and allowing Rosie, now dressed as Verosika, to use his pecs as a seat. His clothing was showing off the overly manly bod, though it was also showing some rather unfriendly scars that littered his form.
Seeing the sweet, if kind of dumb, girl sitting on a man's chest, dressed as Verosika, was a shock. The succubus herself hadn't even done something like this, though that was possibly due to her not wanting to deal with driving the one she sat on into a lustful frenzy and getting dirty with him on stage. But those who knew of the pop star, could just imagine the succubus being jealous that she hasn't been able to do it.
As the Mabel on stage sang, thankfully, the crowd just cheered for the hot display and lyrics, rather than bursting into a sex filled frenzy. Charlie would have been right there with Vaggie as the girl stormed onto the stage to put an end to the song if that were the case. But everyone was just enjoying the song and cheering for the girl, especially when the guy she was sitting on got up, the girl hopping up landing on his shoulder as he stood, as he added some lyrics that they hadn't heard as part of the song before.
They could have done without the bone shaped shadows. "Cum again." As the teenager finished the song, she continued to sit on the guy's shoulder as he walked over to them. Though as the man stepped off the stage, he began to shiver as his clothes shifted, turning back into what his friends were familiar with. As Rosie gave her own shiver, she turned to Sans, "do you shiver like that every time you change?"
Sans shrugged, which caused Rosie to flop off him. "I don't know, this is only the second time I was hit with that stupid thing, which you did behind my back, I should add. Next time, give me a heads up."
Vaggie was glaring at the two of them. "What was with that display?"
Rosie just smiled slightly wider as she looked Vaggie in the eye. "Just some fun, nothing stopping us from that at a party, right?"
Suddenly seeing the two twins standing next to one another, as the Mabel waved her parasol over her clothing, swapping it back to the dress when everyone turned to focus on the current singers. The Dipper and Pacifica pair, singing a song that the Hotel crew recognized as Wizard Love, by Meekakitty and Heyhihello.
Charlie swayed a little, enjoying the adorable love song, young Mabel found a new ship she loved, and a couple of others found a new way to tease Dipper. Though the other newcomers decided to get their attention, using the pair's song to distract the other guests so they could explain without eavesdroppers.
Which gave them a chance to explain everything. Alastor smiled widely as he looked at the Dipper that dressed like himself, "So you are a Dipper of a different reality that summoned me by chance and became my student huh? How very interesting."
The Dipper of this world, tried his best to keep the disappointment out of his voice, "huh, neat. When I tried, I nearly set the house on fire, causing my parents to send me and Mabel here for the summer…" The older versions of him and his sister, barely held in their giggles as he pouted over the past events.
"Well both of us became your students technically," Rosie added with a smile. "Though Dipper took to your teachings more than I did. But when you introduced us to your friend Rosie she took a liking to me and taught me a thing or two."
The Alastor Dipper nodded, "and to avoid confusion in our travels to get home between ourselves and other Dippers and Mabels we have taken on new aliases. We decided to honor our teachers by using the name Alastor and my twin used Rosie."
Angel chuckled and glanced at the Radio Demon, "wow I guess he really is your kid Smiles." He said this while wiggling his eyebrows. "Guess that makes you a Dilf."
"More Uncle figure then father figure," Rosie corrected. "He didn't coddle us when teaching us even in Hell, but he allowed us to learn and grow, to stand on our own two feet. He's more like an Uncle…not like Grunkle Stan or those uncles in pedo jokes. Like an Uncle Al."
"Uncle Al?" the newly dubbed uncle repeated, finding himself honored with the title. "I have to admit, I can't help but to find some joy in the title. Maybe while you reside here, I can accept going by the title, and allow you to continue to use my name as an alias." Seeing as Alastor was about to object, Uncle Al raised a hand to stop him. "You are correct that it makes things easier when traveling to other worlds and seeing different versions of yourself as Dipper. It would make things unnecessary when speaking about which Alastor they mean. So as my student, wear my name with pride." he then gained a wider grin. "But I will have to request that you return the favor, for this little deal."
Alastor and Rosie smirked at their Uncle Al. "We have plenty of stories to tell you about, and a good deal to explain about what we have learned." Alastor went back to a smile slightly too wide for his face. "You might not be the Alastor that taught us, but you are still our mentor, and I would be more than happy to share some of my multiversal lessons with you."
Vaggie groaned. "Or, and hear me out here, you can all use your machine to send us home."
Sans chuckled, drawing their attention. "Sorry to disappoint, but our machine is useless to you. Not only would you be ditching the hotel, seeing as I would have to wire my machine throughout the entire thing to be able to bring it with us, but because we have never been to your hell, you would just end up in the same position as these guys. Traveling the multiverse in hopes of one day finding your home dimension, but with less chance of remaining hidden, seeing as your machine would be a building. Your best bet to return to your own dimension, or timeline, or whatever, is to stay here and use your own methods to figure out the problem on your own. Adding more variables will only make the problem harder to solve."
Uncle Al chuckled. "Well, that makes a lot of sense. Although we can still use some of your interdimensional knowledge to possibly help repair our situation, maybe narrow down some solutions."
Sans sighed, knowing that he had a whole new headache to deal with, now that there were two Alastors. Vaggie and Sans actually caught the other's eye, and silently sent pitying looks towards the other. They both understood the problems they now had, even if it didn't turn out as bad as it possibly can, it was still going to be a headache.
As Chiron and Elise finished off their duet, Soos stepped to the front of the stage. "Well, with those songs finishing the night up, it's time to crown our winner of the party crown."
As the girls lined up, Soos went down the line and measured the applause. "And our winner is… Molly Ranieri!"
"What?!" The new dimensional visitors barely paid attention as the party came to an end as Pacifica called for an after party on her parent's yacht. Sans rolled his eyes as he once again watched the scene, some things were the same no matter where you went.
Alastor raised a brow as he noticed Sans looking more bored than usual, not even trying to smile. It raised all sorts of questions in his head, because even during their first meeting, as they were holding each other in a magical grasp, he still had a threatening smile.
But Sans' aura shifted a bit around the middle of their conversation, as they were explaining. He obviously wasn't upset at Rosie for hitting him with that magic injector, he would have had a more deadpan expression if he was. The guy had plenty of problems, and refused to reveal much of anything, giving testament to how much he and Rosie got out of him.
But Alastor wasn't fooled, Sans didn't trust anyone, and always slept with one conscious aware. If his Sans half was resting, his Dipper half was taking the lead, and vice versa. He would play the role of resting, and even allow his body to rest and relax, but his spirit was always there, watching the world around them.
Alastor would love nothing more than to have a full out battle against him, especially after he has learned so much about magic through this little adventure. Though as fun as that sounds, or as fun as this is, he still misses his world.
He can always visit the other worlds again, now that he has cracked the secret to teleportation, and knows he can jump beyond the boundaries of the world he is in. Time-Space manipulation is not easy, and he might not have been able to really crack it, if it weren't for Sans' explanations on his own magic.
Sans has done so much for him, and yet the guy still watches him and his own sister like a hawk. It also explains why he had tried so hard to triangulate the home universes starting with his own, to prevent him from jumping to even more worlds.
His attempts at limiting him were rather adorable when thought about. After all, he knows how to jump to a random world with his own shortcuts, although he is limited in pursuit of time, seeing as Sans was able to ignore that apparently. Where he could jump from location to location, Sans could jump through both location, and time. Though he would have to be careful, knowing the timeline like he does now, does open it up to him getting his own time machine. And as soon as he becomes a sinner in Hell, he can travel through time and space to his own whims.
Can just imagine all the places and people he could fuck with that kind of power.
But Sans right now, was showing a bit of true… embarrassment? At Molly…
Interesting… very, interesting.
I understand the chapter is shorter than usual, but I am getting past a writer's block, and some RL issues that are causing extra stress. As well as starting to look for a job again.
Hopefully, Blind Pinetree will see an update here soon, with as well as that one is going, along with Repeat into Breaking.