A.N:

Should i leave these messages or not? Eh. You guys choose.

Hell, isn't quite.. hell, actually. There's no one torturing people, having sex in the open like it's a normal occurrence, shootings - well except for maybe assholes.

Haven't actually met any other demons except the three dudes that were chasing me. This place is weird.

Based on the books I've read about Hell, I thought once you descend here, you'd be incessantly chased by demons, enduring constant torture, a never-ending loop of your worst nightmares, memories, and all that dreadful stuff.

But no.

It was honestly quite. Tame.

Not as tame as above though. truth be told, I don't even know if my home is any better than Hell. I mean, what I see in Hell is essentially a twisted rendition of the top, just a tad bit worse.

Anyways, first impressions of this place, a solid 9 out of 10. Why? Well, I expected a whole lot less. Surprisingly, most individuals, or I guess we can still call them people, aren't total fuckers. Take Princess Charlotte, for example.

Alastor can go fuckhimself though. Creepy bastard. So yeah, hell isn't what it is and i'm grateful for it.

My eyes fluttered open as the rays of sunlight danced upon my face. The soft sound of the air from outside howled as the streets below were devoid of any residents.

I yawned before hopping off the bed and tidied it up. I couldn't help but let my mind wander to how to get back home while fixing the bed. It's like an instinct on overdrive, urging me to pause everything and ponder for a moment on what to do next.

That, and i had second thought of whether i should use the accesories the bathroom holds, not knowing what they can or cannot do to me.

I held up a bottle of shampoo and stared at it hesitantly. 'It looks like a normal shampoo though. Should i risk it?' I sighed before putting it back, not taking the chance.

'but god damn, i smell like a dumpster. God, i'm sorry for what the demons had endured when i entered this damn hotel.'

That single line of thought lingered in my mind. Fuck it, i may as well just suck it up, and do it. My priorites aren't even straight anymore.

I grabbed the shampoo bottle, albiet a little bit aggressive, and squeezed it dry. I looked at swirl of shampoo that is currently oozing on my hand, and realized what i just did to myself.

I took a deep breath and face palmed myself, With the the same hand that i poured shampoo on.

"FUCK!"

I wiped my eyes with the same hand and fuck was i stupid. I put on the shower and rinsed myself. The water hitting my face first before i let it trickle down onto my hands. All the while muttering profane words.

As the waster cleansed my face and hand, i couldn't top myself from saying-

"Why the fuck am i so stupid sometimes..."

Anyways, i rinsed the last bits of soap on my body before taking the towel from above me to start wiping myself. The last step was to brush my teeth, and brush i did.

Walking toward the bathroom sink, i took the toothbrush laying on the toothbrush holder, and began laying toothpaste on it.

I looked at the mirror, brushing my teeth, as I took on the intricate details of my face, from the tiniest detail, to the most obvious one. Man was i tattered. I need a shave, a haircut, and so damn much more.

I bent down to the sink to rinse my mouth, then turned on the faucet to wash away the toothpaste before gurgling. After clearing my mouth, I splashed my face with water to freshen up. As I straightened up, I gazed at my reflection in the mirror.

"JESUS- FUCK!"

I screamed as loudly as I could, a guttural reaction to the sight before me. Alastor's image shattered into shards as I swung forcefully at the aforementioned mirror.

"Can I say, that was certainly a winning punch, my dear? Can certainly knock a few demons around here!" Alastor grinned, his voice oozing with a mischievous, sing-songy tone, as if he were relishing the chaos.

"God damnit alastor!"

I watched as alastor laughed, sounding as if a bunch of him were in this bathroom right now due to the unique effect the shards of glass casted. I glared the radio demon, huffing in anger.

"I'm just here to tell you that breakfast is ready~" Alastor said with the sing-song radio voice.

"You could have just knocked on the door like a normal-" i tried to reason before alastor took upon himself to cut me off.

"Oh - but i'm not normal. Anyways, chow!" Alastor smiled sadisticly as he faded away from the shards, leaving me a bunch of sharp glass under my bare feet, with an eerie feeling inside the room.

Great. Just. Fucking. Great.

I reluctantly sighed, realizing there was no point in saying much more as the radio demon vanished before i could've. I carefully tiptoed around the broken glass, wincing as a particularly sharp shard dug into my foot.

Alastor's laughter echoed in my mind, with me alone in this unsettling room. I quickly cleaned up the glass and got myself ready, trying to shake off the eerie feeling that lingered from his visit.

As I stepped out of the bathroom, I couldn't help but wonder what other bizarre surprises hell had in store for me today.

Clothing up, i exited my hotel room and begrudgingly went to the dining area.

The hallway was the same as last night. Why did i even think that it would change? Guess it was all the werid shit that has happened to me in a span of 24 hours.

I gazed towards me to see a door that said "Dining Room" I guess that's it. I slowly opened it and the first thing i sensed was the heavenly aroma that was violating my nostrils.

'Heh, heavenly. Ironic'

When i enetered the room, the demons gave me mixed expressions.

Vaggie, was galring at me though i don't know why. Charlie, was still as joyus, angel dust, was grinning and pulled a chair next to him, husker ignoring me completely as if i was just a mere ghost, and finally, alastor.

He was cooking something, maybe that's the reason why it smells delish in here. His movements was... "Exagerated" per se, like a cartoon character. Though i'm a bit skeptical of what he's trying to make.

"Oh, hey james!"

She was the first to greet me in this hotel, her bubbly personality was the first thing i saw, a smile creeping onto her visage as she gazed upon me.

"Hey there, hot stuff. Why don't you seat next to me? Better than that, maybe i should sit on ya? If ya Get my flow."

And then there's the androgynous individual. Now, don't get me wrong, no issues with anyone's preferences or the whole LGBTQ spectrum. But, from day one, this chick—no, dude, always seems to be laying on the charm with me.

It's just the second day, mind you, and I don't think he grasps the fact that I'm as straight as a stick, forever and ever."

To be fair, he does kind of look feminine, but after knowing he's actually a dude, i can't just scrape the mental image of his femenine body having a dick.

"Look man, you, to be honest, look hot," Angel dust's eyes sparkled like glitter, a hopeful look were casted upon his face. "But, i don't roll that way. Not now, not before, and definitely not in the future."

What i expected from his was a downcasted look, a look of hopelesness, but no. He was undettered, beaming with determination. His eyes having more fire than before.

"Oh~ so you're trying to play hard, eh?" He smacked his lips, looking at me with lustful eyes to which i wince, moderately disgusted? "Ah... Don't worry, baby, i'll take care of ya"

Looking at the spider demon with squinted eyes, i raised a finger before speaking- "I don't think you understood what i sai-"

"Oh, but i do. Very much so~"

Once again, the silence of awkwardness crept upon all of us. Vaggie rolled her eyes, Charlie shifted in her seat, evidently affected by our conversation, and Husker just sighed, shaking his head. Meanwhile, the radio demon Alastor continued to cook, seemingly ignoring our, ahem, "tame" conversation.

"Righhhttt" I just nodded, in hopes this akwardness will stop. 'Hmmm. Maybe i should just ask what's for breakfast'

"So, what's for breakfas-"

"I'm glad you asked, james! For i have formulated my precious, scrumptious, delicious jambalaya!"

Alastor, with his "Jambalaya" walked over to us. The steaming piece of chow within the plate steamed in great heat. With a smile and elegance, he bent down and placed the large plate in the middle of the table.

I can see a steaming, flavorful plate of jambalaya. The jambalaya before me looked like a work of culinary artistry, a symphony of colors and textures that promised an explosion of flavors. The rich, orange-hued rice glistened with a glossy sheen, each grain holding the essence of the tomatoes it had absorbed.

Plump, succulent shrimp nestled beside slices of perfectly browned Andouille sausage, their smoky aroma wafting through the air. Tender chunks of chicken, adorned with hints of paprika and thyme, added a touch of rustic charm to the dish.

The trio of sautéed bell peppers, onions, and celery provided a burst of vibrant colors and a satisfying crunch. It was a visual masterpiece, and I could hardly wait to dive into the tantalizing mix of ingredients that promised a taste sensation beyond compare.

To sum it all up, it looked fuckin' delicious! Holy fucking shit! My mouth was watering, my eyes solely focused on the perfect display before me.

"Well, i'm glad my jambalaya has made a visually good impression on you, james."

Alastor pointed out the saliva that was hanging over my mouth, to which prompted me to wipe it off with tinge of redness on my cheeks.

Charlie giggled at my antics, with vaggie groaning and promptly banging her head onto the table. Husker and Angel? Well the former rolled his eyes and took a swig of his breakfast beer.

Man, beer this early? This dude must've had an iron liver. While the latter giggle into his hands with his eyes half lidded, his pupils solely focused on me.

"Yeah yeah, let's just eat, shall we?"

Wait, where's the small girl? Niffty? Was her name?

"Hey, uh..." I voiced out to the people within this room and all looked at me. "Where's the small girl? Niffty?"

"Oh her? She had somewhere to go." Charlie replied, her unfinished munching on the food was buldging on her cheeks. "Now that you've mentioned it, i guess she desrves a break.

She has been nonstop cleaning the hotel since what? Her first day? I appreciate it though" She then looked around the dining room, "Without her, this place would've probably crumbled into tiny little pieces.

"Huh. Is she like a janitor? A maid or something?" I asked, seemingly impressed as i also looked around the room.

"No! We see her more than that!" This time, vaggie was the one to reply, with a shout. I raised an eyebrow at her, not sure whether i should be apologising or..

Silence ensued once again, akwardness between the four of us, as alastor and husker continued eating, unfazed by this whole ordeal.

Glaring at me, she grabbed a spoonful of jambalaya and ate it. Her grip crushing the metal spine of the poor spoon as i imagined it screaming, begging for forgive- oops, sorry about that.

Anyways, charlie sighed, "Well- uh, technically, yes? But also, no?" She gobbled on the food before continuing "What i can assure you is that, she is our friend. Right, al?"

The radio demon looked up from his plate and smiled. "Oh yes indeed."

"See?" Charlie smilled before digging yet again at the food.

'I somehow doubt that alastor is seriously friends with her. Just a speculation.'

"Oh, i just remembered. You need clothes right, james? How about come to the mall with me? And while we're at it, make it a tour around the place"

Charlie took a swig of water, before continuing.

"I already have a short list about what you need, i just don't know what brand, y'know, that type of stuff you want. So i want you to pick."

Vaggie, upon hearing this, immediately looked at her girlfriend in shock, horror?

"Charlie, you can't be serious- what if he decided to stab you? Or- or, kidnap yo-"

Charlie quickly quelled her girlfriend's overprotectiveness with a simple yet firm squeeze on her shoulder, conveying a sense of assurance and ease.

"Oh, vaggie, don't worry. He's a good guy, nothing will happen to me, i promise. Even if he tried, he'll be already sent to the void by yours truly."

Gulping nervously, I glanced around the room, deliberately avoiding the sweet, victorious look on Vaggie's face.

"Besides, i'm a human. What can i do?" I added to the mix. Vaggie contemplated Charlie's plan. Three short seconds ticked by before she gave a firm nod to her girlfriend. Then, she turned her gaze towards me, locking eyes with a determined intensity.

"I expect you to not to bitch about anything, cross her, or try to flirt with her, or else."

"Relax, i already got the memo," I looked at charlie, my body slightly trembled at the sight of the demon before me. "That, and i sure to not ever cross her or make her mad, due to 'ahem' past experiences."

Charlie, with a sheepish smile, scratched the back of her neck in embarrassment, having to be reminded for when she turned into a more "intimidating" form and unintentionally scared her second guest.

"Yeah..." She akwardly agreed. "Anyways, i'll go and get ready. Just tell me if you want to come or not. Ain't forcing ya." Before Charlie exited through the dining room's doors, she first planted a kiss on her girlfriend, a gesture that left the recipient utterly melted.

Angel Dust, sporting his trademark grin and flirtatious demeanor, was poised to butt into the conversation. But this however was cut off by alastor.

"If you think you'll be sneaking around and stalking poor james here, then you are surely mistaken" Alastor grinned at angel dust menecingly "I'd rather you not disturb the.. "flow" of things."

"Please, what makes you think i would-" However, alastor looked at him, clearly not amused. "Fine, i won't. Today~"

Vaggie, still aiming her signature glare right at me, muttered something under her breath. I just shrugged and ignored it, not caring whether it be positive or negative.

I got out of the dining room and entered my luxurious abode. On my way there, i met charlie yet again and asked her for the details about the time, what to expect, and something with the general location of said mall.

She replied with something about the mall having tons of strip clubs, and loads of gory shit that she explained in detail. Which i didn't need inside my brain.

So, i guess after my encounter with her, i immediately took a shower and noticed myself in the freshly shattered mirror that i punched.

In all honesty, i look like a hobo who hasn't showered in years, who, ate tons of shit to survive. Christ, just what happened to my appearance?

I touched my face and inspected it a bit, turning from side to side to fully take in all of the details. Ok, i have reached my decision. I need a damn shave, a damn haircut, fuck, a damn star shining glow up. I need to fix myself.

Slapping my face to hype myself up, i got my clothes a put them on, ready to take hell and all its gory glory.

Time skip, in the mall.

"Welcome," Charlie expressed her hands with a grand gesture. With a smile, she continued, "To pirde ring mall!

When i looked at the structure beyond her, it, well, it wasn't that grand to be honest. The size, of it wasn't massive. The only thing that, i guess seperates this from the malls up top is its red, demon-ish theme.

"Well, what're we gonna do first? Shop for clothes? Get you a fresh cut? Have fun?"

"Well, princess, i dunno to be honest." I tapped my chin, deep in thought. "Actually, how about a change of clothes, then tour me inside. How's that?"

"Hmm, not a bad idea. Sure, let's go."

We both went inside the mall. The first thing that hit me was the cool air that was moving around inside. Wait, hell has AC? but what stood out the most was the decoration inside.

It was bright, full of lights and sparkles. Like a full on lightshow. A mix of a red, purple and green lights swayed from left to right. The demons. They behaved like actual civillized people.

They were waiting in lines, waiting for their turn. Kids having fun, people talking to one another, and so much more. These all felt familiar. Like home. But with a touch of evil.

Anyways, charlie lead me to a store called "Inferno Couture" As both charlie and i approached the entrance of Inferno Couture in the mall, ominous red lighting spilled out onto the corridor, setting the mood for what awaited inside.

The storefront, adorned with sleek, black and crimson signage, exuded a devilish charm. Upon stepping through the infernal gates, the air was thick with an otherworldly allure.

Racks of attire in fiery reds and pitch blacks beckoned, while demonic mannequins showcased avant-garde ensembles.

It was like stepping into a runway of the underworld, where Hell met high fashion in a sizzling dance of style.

"Well, you can choose whatever you want. I'll be over here checking some stuff." Charlie waved to me as I reciprocated the gesture. "Let me know when you're done," she added before turning to attend to her stuff.

Turning towards the clothing racks, i carefully examined them. The quality, the style, and of course, the price.

"I have a really bad feeling about this," Vaggie groaned to herself, shaking her head. She couldn't shake off the gut feeling concerning James and Charlie being together.

She knows he's just a human, but there's something off—like a discordant note in the otherwise chaotic melody of Hell.

"Vaggie, my vexed vixen, why fret over Charlie? Let Hell's chaos play out; it's more entertaining that way."

The voice of Alastor echoed around her head, the incessant sound that never failed to annoy her. Suddenly, Alastor appeared by her side and playfully spun her around, leaving the moth demon dizzy and disoriented.

"We both know how powerful she is, being the daughter of lucifer himself"

Vaggie pushed the grinning radio demon, but he remained unfazed, maintaining his enigmatic smile.

"I know that! It's just... Weird. I dunno! Fuck!"

Alastor hummed in thought, adjusting his monocle as it glinted against the light from above.

"It seems to me, that you are, what was that word? Right! Jealous!"

Vaggie shot Alastor a baffled look at his words, raising an eyebrow before huffing in exasperation and turning away, clearly unimpressed.

"Jealous? Puh-lease. As if that low-life human can have a chance at her. She's leagues way above that dumbass. Besides, she still has me." Right? She wouldn't just downright throw our relationship out the door.

Alastor grinned devilishly, his scarlet eyes flickering with mischief. "You seem to have unquelled hatred towards that specific human. Even though he hasn't done anything to you nor her."

Alastor disappeared and reappeared next to vaggie's right and placed his elbow on her shoulder, leaning against her to rest himself.

"Well, Vagatha, it seems you've quite the confidence in your standing. Humans are amusing creatures, though, aren't they?"

His smile widened as he leaned in, a hint of playful menace in his tone. "One never knows what surprises they might bring to Hell. But, if you're so certain, let's enjoy the show together, shall we?"

And with that, Alastor disappeared completely, leaving a thinking Vaggie in his place.

The sudden void he left behind seemed to be filled with an air of intrigue and mystery. Vaggie stood there, the echoes of his presence still and words playing in her mind like a haunting melody.

"Jealous, jealous, jealous..."

Shaking the negative thought away from her mind, she walked off to her room, all the while muttering, "Como si ese humano fuera comparable a mí." (English Subtitles: "As if that human is comparable to me.")

Back to the Mall:

"Alright, i think i got what i need." I took the pile of clothes that he tried and came to the princess of hell who was currently trying to pick between two shirts that looked absolutely the same.

"Hey charlie, i finally got what i need-"

"Shh!" Charlie shushed me right at the end of my sentence. Heeding her command, I promptly zipped my mouth, patiently waiting for her to say something.

"What do you think looks better?" I furrowed his brows, scrutinizing the two pieces of clothing before me. Careful examination led me to a verdict: they absolutely look fuckin' the same.

I looked at her with a deadpan expression, while hers remained completely focused and serious. Is she being for real? Girls... even from down below, their seriousness can be quite perplexing.

"Really? They look the same."

"Wait, are you sure? Just look at this one, it has a different design a small circle right here and some flaps just dow-"

I sighed as i continued listening to her babble about which type of clothing between the two are better. Another exhale escaped me before i lgently rested my hand on her shoulder.

The touch prompted her to stop mid-sentence, and she turned to look at me with curiosity in her eyes.

"Look, it doesn't matter, both of them would look good on you anyways." I rolled his eyes at her

"Oh, really? Heh, thanks." Charlie rubbed the back of her head, gaze shifting toward the ground. "Well, since were all done, how about let's go have fun?"

"Hmm..." I took a contemplative look. "Alright, so what? Where we going? I'm gonna assume that hell has parks and arcades."

"Well, there's this new place that opened up just a few weeks ago." She took her phone and showed me a picture of the place. Sinful Serenity Park: Hell's Unholy Playground. The sign said. "It's just a kilometer downtown."

That name is... Ominous. I like it! "Alright, i'm down! But wait, what about the stuff? Won't that get stolen?" I asked her with furrowed brows.

"Oh, don't worry about that, i got all things covered!"

she suggested to use hell's delivering service, or HDS. She passed her phone after using the servic, and I gazed upon the site she was using.

HDS is Hell's premier delivering service, specializing in the swift and secure transportation of infernal cargo.

Operating from its hub in the Infernal Metropolis, HDS utilizes enchanted vehicles like demonic chariots and spectral couriers to deliver anything from cursed artifacts to demonic contracts.

Covering all nine circles of Hell and beyond, HDS guarantees timely and sinister deliveries, overcoming the challenges of navigating Hell's treacherous landscapes. Couriers, equipped with protective amulets, enjoy perks like exclusive market access and commendations for successful deliveries.

HDS ensures that the wheels of hellish bureaucracy and malevolent commerce keep turning smoothly.

"HDS: Delivering Damnation with Diabolical Precision." The tagline said. Hmm, catchy.

"Anyways, let's get these stuff to the Infernal Dispatch Depot or IDD for short. Then we can finally go to the park"

I agreed before we both went to the IDD to sort things out.

The dimly lit lobby of the Hazbin Hotel, draped in an eerie silence that only Hell could conjure, felt an unusual disturbance as the heavy brass door reluctantly swung open.

A diminutive imp, clad in the stark uniform of Hell's Delivering Service (HDS), slinked into the room with bat-like wings twitching with an air of mischief. The sparse occupants of the lobby turned their spectral gazes toward the imp, momentarily breaking the monotony of the afterlife.

Vaggie, perched near the reception desk, absently sifted through a ledger, seemingly indifferent to the subtle echoes of activity. The imp, however, wasted no time and with an almost instinctive precision, aimed its gaze directly at Vaggie.

"Delivery for Vagatha," the imp announced, its voice a high-pitched whisper, sharp enough to cut through the spectral hush.

Startled, Vaggie's head snapped up, her violet eyes locking onto the imp. "Me?" she queried, an undertone of suspicion coloring her words.

The imp nodded energetically, producing a clipboard with the flair of one accustomed to making surreal deliveries in the underworld. "Sign here, please. Fresh from the abyss," it chirped.

Vaggie, skepticism etched on her face, approached the imp, before signing the otherworldly clipboard, the imp handed her a small, meticulously sealed box.

"Handle with care, it's got that just-damned feel," the imp winked before dissipating into a puff of sulfurous smoke.

Vaggie's violet eyes narrowed as she peered into the box, revealing an unexpected assortment of men's clothes neatly folded within. She furrowed her brows, scanning the contents with a mix of confusion and suspicion, wondering how such mundane items found their way into the depths of Hell.

Her scrutiny uncovered a small note buried beneath the garments. The words on the paper, signed by Charlie, unraveled the mystery. "Please leave this in James's room. Thanks! - Charlie."

A subtle unease settled over Vaggie as she absorbed the implications. James's room – a name she was familiar with, a resident whose connection to Charlie wasn't lost on her. A peculiar cocktail of emotions stirred within her; worry, a touch of fear, and perhaps a hint of something akin to jealousy.

Where are they?

Muttering curses under her breath, Vaggie reluctantly lifted the box, its weight suddenly burdened by a silent revelation. The Hazbin Hotel, a realm built upon chaos and redemption, now confronted her with a glimpse of the complexities that transcended the fiery pits of Hell.

With a half-hearted scowl, she trudged toward James's room, the box held with an exaggerated carelessness that masked the turmoil of emotions brewing within.

Writer's notes:

Ouch, school is getting harder with all these events. Anyways, let me know if something was lacking or vice versa. As always, leave feedback! Good or bad.