(Hazbin Hotel and FNAF
Teo great tastes that taste great together.
Complete brain vomit sorry not sorry.)
(better version on ao3)
Fazbin Frights Night 1( Aka Peepaw Goes To Hell: The Final Night)
William Afton had died once before, trapped inside one of those damnable Springlock suits back from the days of Fredbears Family Dinner. But now,he was dying again. Burning in a trap designed by an old associate,Henry Emily.
The suit he now wore was burning away, his hold on it fading away by the second. He could feel himself slipping away, fading from the land of the living. His robotic body was too damaged to allow him to scream by this point. His last thoughts were of the withered corpse he saw just before the door closed and the flames heartlessly devoured him. Before everything finally faded to black.
["Whoever you are, I'll be waiting down below for you."]
As the world went dark, William Afton saw several figures heading towards light high above. Five of them, one of them looked like his old associate Henry and his young daughter Charlotte. Next to him were two children, William's children. Evan and Elizabeth, holding hands with the figure William had seen earlier, and now could see clearly. One that looked so familiar, yet he couldn't recognize it for some reason.
The mysterious figure held out a hand, but Henry just shook his head and the strange figure looked away. William reached out a hand, but it was too late as he fell, and the others rose and faded away. Leaving William to scream, as he fell through the void.
Farther
Farther
Until the black void turned to red and he could fully see again.
His body was falling through red clouds and smog what looked like some kind of urban cityscape. A chaotic mess of buildings from horizon to horizon. Smog and blood red clouds abound, Afton's body falling through one as he attempts to get into a better position to see where he would land. Too disoriented and moving too fast to keep screaming
But William didn't have much time to process everything before he landed,smacking into a window of a skyscraper and splattering on impact. Thankfully he was completely destroyed upon impact,the goo of a freshly damned soul sliding off with a gross squelching noise and the grumbles of the person on the other side.
Regenerating was seemingly both quick and slow for the former murderer. Pulling himself back together over what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes. His new body was as naked as the day he was born, or in this case, reborn. Giving Afton plenty of time to evaluate himself,see what he was working with so to speak. His new body moving slowly at first,new muscles flexing for the first time. Demonic eyes coming into focus after a few seconds.
The first thing he saw made him think he was back in that horrible Springlock suit. Sickly olive fur, big three toed paws for feet, and thick fingered hands. Holding them up, Willam noticed purple felt pads on the bottom of his fingers and on his palm. Reaching upwards slowly, he felt two long oval ears on the top of his head. One of which felt like it was bent forward halfway up. The fur on his hands and head felt artificial as well, though with his sense of touch being less acute than it had been when he was still a living husm, it was hard to fully tell the difference.
Then again he was internally ecstatic about being able to have a sense of touch at all again after so many years with only the barest ability to feel anything but pain and his flesh rotting away.
Attempting to sit up, Williams' body felt heavy, a feeling like a mechanical endoskeleton moving as he stood up. A stiff,slow movement, hopefully more due to him being unused to his new form then permanently being so slow and clunky. Once Williams body was sitting up, going to see his face in a nearby puddle, and gasped in shock. He was shaking, unable to believe his new artificial eyes.
His face was just like that old death trap of a suit. Just like how it was when those idiots at Fazbears Fright found him. Or rather, it was in slightly better condition than back then. No more exposed wires and mummified remains peaking out or or rusty parts. No more horrible beams spearing his mouth open,so thank God for what small mercies he had gotten. The cracks in the skin were still there though were seemingly cosmetic and didn't expose anything. His teeth were artificial and blocky; probably plastic from the way felt under his fingers.
Putting a hand on the right side of his chest, he could just barely feel a heartbeat, like he was still a living man. Though from how the rest of him felt robotic,it probably pumped oil instead of blood. Or whatever the people here had inside them.
"What is this place? And where the hell am I?!"
"Indeed" said a new voice, looking down at the freshly damned soul. Seemingly another rabbit demon, though this one reminded Willam of that old Alice in Wonderland cartoon from Disney way back in the day. The famous one from the sixties if Willam remembered correctly. He vaguely remembered seeing it in theaters when he was small. The strange rabbit was dressed in a fine red waistcoat and black pants,a monocle over his left eye. His pure red eyes glaring, the lens in front of his left one making it look more intimidating than it normally would.
"Who the fuck are you and where'd you come from? The Queen of Hearts Court?" Willam snorted and said, giving his best impression of a snarky glare at the other soul. His voice, now that he had a second to really hear it, had a little static choked edge to it, like he was talking over the phone or through a voice box. The sheer absurdity of seeing a white rabbit man in a place like this made him slip into more foul language than usual.
"I am Overlord Theodore, fledgling. You are in my territory, my neck of the pentagram so to speak. Normally there's a toll to come in and out, but I can tell from a glance you're a new arrival. Probably haven't even been down here for an hour or so." The rabbit demon spoke, flicking his paw dismissively and rolling his eyes. Which began scanning William like he was searching for weaknesses.
"Overlord? Are you some kind of demon or something?" William said, clearly not showing respect for the smaller damned soul. Managing to stand up and tower over the little rabbit. The mechanical rabbit was attempting to project confidence and strength, to avoid a fight so soon after his rebirth.
Only for a cane to have materialized in the Overlords paw after a second, and slamming into William's crotch. Despite his dulled senses,it still hurt, and badly too. Making William nearly fall to his knees, the only reason he was still standing was a combination that he had felt far worse when he died the first time and his mechanical legs were a lot less likely to buckle than fleshy ones. Hands cupping his crotch in pain and voice cracking a small bit.
"Nice…shot.." William squeaked, making the smaller rabbit smirk.
"You're lucky I didn't use a real weapon,this is just ebony wood. Was a favorite of mine in life, but down here it's only good for walking really. Now if the head of this was Seraphim Steel on the other hand…" the rabbit twirled his cane and said, watching William recover from the strike after a few seconds and raise an eyebrow.
"Seraphim Steel, the only thing truly capable of killing demons like you and me, fledgling. It's angelic weaponry." The rabbit explained, twirling his staff faster, until it was replaced with one with a shiny steel rabbit head. One that radiated holy energy that made the rabbits metallic flesh smoke a small bit as it was held near his leg.
"Then again if you keep at it like you are now, you'll be on the business end of something like this sooner than you think. Unless you have protection of course." The rabbit said,twirling his cane and switching it with his wooden one. Making Afton wonder what he meant by "Angelic weaponry",thinking such a thing would be hard to get access to in Hell.
"Protection from what ,little rabbit?" Afton reached down and said, albeit high enough that his face was out of striking range. His curiosity came to a head because of Theodore's statement.
"Anything and everything; accidents, random attacks from muggers, that sort of thing. I'm safe because I happen to be a very well respected Overlord, so as a more crass individual might say, no one will fuck with me. Including you if you know what's good for you fledgling." The rabbit said, poking William in the chest with the butt of the cane. Making him swat it away with an indignant huff and a, "I have a name ya know. It's Afton. William Afton of Afton Robotics."
"Hmmm, doesn't ring a bell but I'll take your word for it, Mr. Afton. Besides, I'd choose your next move quickly. The yearly Purge is less than 12 hours. Newly Damned like yourself tend to be easy pickings for the Exorcists. Don't worry about asking, I'll explain everything in time." Spoke Theodore, pointing to a nearby clock tower with "days until next purge " written over a counter.
"... GRRR fine! I'll be your minion. But I want one request in exchange." William growled slightly and said,he didn't know what the Purge was and it did not sound good. His hands were tied so to speak, it was either this or find out what the Purge was the hard way.
"And what request would you make? I hold all the cards here Mr. Afton, so choose your request wisely."
"If I work for ya, I wanna wear something… purple~."
A few minutes afterwards,Theodore called for a ride, and a bag of basic clothes for Afton,his measurements provided as well. The naked rabbits, private parts, seemed to be internal at the moment. Which stopped any kind of squishing as he slipped up a pair of high quality jeans. William had to sit down to get them on as well, the main issue was fitting his now size 18 fuzzy feet through the legs without falling over from loss of balance. After a few minutes trying,he managed to finally get both legs in,regretting not asking for something like sweatpants or something that stretchs to make things easier.
At Least his request for purple had been fulfilled, though the purple waistcoat his new boss provided was a little too fancy for him, at least it fit on with minimal fuss. Wearing it reminded him of when the suit he had been trapped in for so long was nice and new. With his gold fur and guitar ready to play a song for the little brats that came to Fredbears.
"Despite the fact you're now properly dressed, you still need a place to stay. I have several apartment buildings to house my employees, depending on their rank in my organization. As a fledgling,I'll have you staying at the lowest of my establishments." The rabbit Overlord spoke as the two rode in a fancy black limo. With nice and thick plush carpeting,glass that was most likely bullet proof and for some reason, what felt like real leather seats. Hopefully not from another demon…
"Spoiling me eh boss? Tell me,why were you near a random alley just as I was, pulling myself back together?" William smiled and said, taking what looked like a bottle of ice water from the cooler between the two demons alongside a few cups. But Willam just opened a bottle and went to take a sip. But it had been decades since William had drunk anything by this point,so the second a drop of water hit his metallic tongue,he began to chug the rest. guzzling down the cold liquid like a man dying of thirst. Eyes rolling back in pleasure at even the simple taste of water, leaving him gasping a small once he finally downed every drop. Too lost in the after taste to notice or care about his new bosses annoyed look.
"To answer your questions
One I find is that my employees work better when they have stability and safety. It makes them less likely to defect and betray me. Provide a bit of comfort, something most down here would literally kill for, and the masses will flock to you and dance to your tune.
Two,as an Overlord I get the first pick of any new arrivals. First dibs as someone like Overlord Velvet would say. Normally I'd send an associate to pick through the freshly fallen but due to something Overlord Teotal, an associate of mine, mentioned,I wanted to evaluate you in person." The rabbit Overlord was clearly weighing his options, looking at William as if expecting more from the former murderer. Perhaps he was expecting someone taller,more powerful right out of the gate.
But whatever he was looking for would have to wait as the limo slowed to a halt and reached a large brick building with "LUCKY RABBIT APARTMENTS ''. Written on a sign in fancy cursive,which contrasted the dull outside of the building.
"Your new home for now is Apartment B-7. I apologize if I'm moving quickly, the Purge is rapidly approaching and I want you all settled in and ready by the end of it." That was the last thing Theodore said as he tossed a pair of keys towards Willam as the limo raced off. Leaving the newer demon scratching his head a small bit and thinking
"Wonder why he was in such a rush. He never did explain what this "Purge" was and why he seemed to want to avoid it." He thought, striding towards the building.
Opening the door to find what looked like a deserted sitting area with couches and vending machines. Most likely, everyone was already hiding in preparation for the Purge. Which just made William shrug and make his way to the stairwell, boards creaking under his massive paws and mechanical body. Before trudging up to his new home for the time being.
Or rather, a glorified broom closet. It was a studio apartment, with a small kitchen area with a bed shoved in the back and a bathroom on the left side of the kitchen,next to the only window he could see. All in all, the whole place was smaller than the living room of the house he had back when Evan was still alive back in '83. Before Micheal went too far with his little "prank" and killed him.
Laying on the bed, William allowed the events of the last half hour according to the clock tower,to sink in. Whatever passed for adrenaline here was starting to fade, and realization began hitting Afton.
Henry's little fire had freed his soul from it's metallic shell, and now he was a mechanical rabbit man in Hell. Hell where white rabbits are Overlords and there was apparently a Purge soon to happen. It all felt like a weird dream, but Afton knew it was real, and that this was the place he would spend the rest of his existence of someone didn't kill him a third time.
The spring mattress creaked as he laid down and began to think after taking a long deep breath. . Once he was comfortable,he began to feel like haze had been lifted from his mind. His thoughts were clear and fully coherent again. Most likely it had something to do with finally being freed of that wretched suit allowing his mind to be his alone for the first time in decades. No more fragments of programming slipping inside his mind and messing with his ability to reason. Oh the bloodlust and anger was there, but it no longer dominated his every thought. He could feel other things besides an urge to kill and burning anger at being denied the ability to do so.
Grabbing the remote from on top of the nearby dresser, William decided to enjoy a little bit of TV,see what was on down here in Hell for a while. Maybe take a shower later as well. Take some time to let his mind wander and clean himself of the filth of that alley.
When the Purge Alarms in the building went off a few hours later, William was halfway through watching a rerun of It's Dahm Good on channel 666, enjoying the cannibal killer's cooking show in a horrible kind of way. It was like watching a train wreck in the way it grotesquely entranced Afton,leaving him unable to look away. The sirens began blaring just as Dahmer was doing one of his many body part jokes. Passing a severed hand to one his guests after they asked for one.
Slipping out his room,he followed a small group of sinners,heavy paws muffled by the loud alarm blaring overhead. His large ears falling down as best they could, the shrill noise that sounded like a horrible parody of an angels choir practically stabbing him in whatever he had for eardrums. Once the horde of people had gathered in the main area,a scaly humanoid demon fumbled with a set of keys before jamming it in the lock of one of the doors in the back. To anyone looking it would seem like he just opened the basement, getting trampled as the sinners barged through to the safety of the bunker. William at least had the decency to step over him, for the first step. Stepping on the demon's lower back as he got down the metal stairs.
The bunker reminded William of a tornado shelter that Henry had at one point. Thick concrete walls,a light bulb surrounded with a metal cage and a dozen or so mattresses in rows on the floor. A TV in back was the only real method of entertainment it seemed, probably cued to watch the Purge as it happened. Another demon turned it on and watched the timer, showing just under fifteen minutes before it began. People were locking doors, shuttering windows and hiding in whatever corner they could find.
Afton was laying on a mattress for the first fifteen minutes,wanting to wait everything out for now. Until he heard a sound he had all but forgotten about; the crinkle of a plastic bag,then the pop of it opening. The smell hit William almost instantly, making him salivate for the first time in 30 years. Taking a second to take a deep sniff, the rabbit demon identified what smelled like greasy pork rinds from a vending machine. It was cheap junk food but it was the food he'd smelled in 30 years and it stirred a need that had been denied for those long decades. One he had all but forgotten what it was like to feel.
HUNGER
A haze of need settled over William,his metallic stomach taking over the driver's seat of his mind as he regressed back to his days in Fazbear Frights. When agony ruled every thought,when all he could think about was pain and the desire to snuff out a life. To feel the light leave the eyes of the poor fool who got in Springtraps way. His own eyes turning into black voids with silver dots for pupils,his movements becoming heavier and more like the zombie he was back then.
Springtrap was desperate to eat SOMETHING after he spent so many years starving in that backroom. His metallic stomach growling desperately as he shambled over to the source of the smell. A gray skinned iguana-like demon was munching on them,eyeing the robotic rabbit with an annoyed look.
"Da fuck you want?" He asked, making Springtrap point to his bag and growl at the other demon "FOOOD. GIVE. NOW." He choked out,wanting,no NEEDING those greasy strips of pork in his body.
The robotic rabbit's voice was choked,dry and raspy. Like he had to force the words through a crushed respiratory system. If he was still capable of truly complex thought at the moment he would compare it to how he would have sounded if he tried to talk while still stuck in the Spring Bonnie suit. But primal instinct and desperation were puppeting Springtrap,driving him forward to capture his deep fried prey.
The words caused the other demon to pull back and drag the bag close to his chest. "Get your own fucking -" he tried to say, but Springtrap just roared his mechanical roar for a second in his face and grabbed the bag. "GIVE. NOW." making the smaller demon toss them to the rabbit demon irritatedly.
"Alright fucking hell, take them ! Get a breath mint too,ya breath smells like rotting meat!" He complained, grumbling as Springtrap pulled the bag close to his body and began to walk away. "THANK you.". He said,voice becoming less gravely as he talked.
Springtrap may be a damned soul, but he knew heaven the moment he shoved a handful of those pork rinds into his mouth, crunching them between his plastic teeth. They may just be junk food, but at the moment to Springtrap, heaven was Peter Porkchops Grease Rinds.
After a minute or two of munching on the rinds,William had finally calmed enough to think clearly again. Moaning gently around every bite. The other demons were staring, but he didn't care. Even when a Greyhound demon sat next to him, William was too busy enjoying the first food he'd had in decades to care.
"The fuck was that about? You starve to death or something?" He asked, chuckling a little bit as watched Afton. Who pulled the bag close to his chest,not wanting to share his food. "Keep it,I'm not one for pork, especially fried pork. Names Marcus by the way." The wolf demon extended a paw to shake,which Willam wiped his hand on his jeans before accepting.
"William." Spoke the raspy voiced rabbit demon,before coughing and correcting himself. Voice going back to normal. "My name is William. William Afton. If you would be so kind, can you explain why we're all sitting in this bunker like a nuclear bomb Is about to be dropped on this city?"
William had grown up during the Cold War,he even still vaguely remembered "duck and cover" drills back in primary school! The way everyone was huddling and panicking reminded him of the bomb shelter his father had built in case of an emergency. "...A nuclear bomb isn't about to be dropped on the city right?"
"Nah." "Oh thank God." "Something worse should be arriving just about now." The rabbit demon attempted to relax for a second, before immediately tensing up again at the response. "Dare I ask?" He cringed and said, bracing himself for whatever horror Marcus was about to describe for him to have to hide from on his very very first day in the pit of eternal torment. Perhaps some kind of demonic army was about to attack and raze the place to the ground. Or some eldritch horror would come and drive everyone mad.
"Angels. They come down from Up High and slaughter any demon they come across. The weapons they use are the only things that can kill a demon permanently,so be very careful who ya piss off unless you want to know what Oblivion feels like." The greyhound demon spoke, giving the warning the gravitas it deserves and making William gulp in terror. Not wanting to know second death so soon after his first.
"Don't be so scared big bun,long as we're in here,no angel's gonna gonna get us! They only go out for people in the open, like that guy!" Marcus chuckled and said, pointing at the TV where a rat demon was suddenly jammed full of spears by the strange robotic abominations Marcus had called angels. The sinner's body bubbling horribly then dissolving into goo. The angels lingered for only a moment before moving on in search of new prey. Causing the rabbit demon to pale as best he could and look away.
"Like I said big bun, we're safe. The only thing we're vulnerable to dying of his boredom!" Marcus ribbed while he playfully and lightly punched William in the arm. Making him pull his arm back in surprise and exclaim "Damn man! You're tough as bricks under that fake ass fur!" And smile. Clearly attempting to comfort and soothe his fellow Sinner.
"Honestly, I've been through so many of these things, I'm more annoyed than scared. If you saw me back in the Purge of '78 I was whimpering in the corner thinking they would find me. " Marcus continued on to Afton's raised eyebrow. "My first Purge in '77 was more confusion than fear. Then again most of what I felt that year was confusion haha!"
"But hey,your first day and ya already made a friend. Better than my first day!" The greyhound said, pulling Afton close and getting all chummy. The second he felt a hand on his back reaching downwards, William felt the urge to strangle Marcus growing by the second. Growling at the canine,Afton warned "Hands away from my ass. I was a married man and still want to atleast try to be faithful for now."
["Disregarding the fact I haven't seen my wife in over 40 years and that she may not even be in Hell."] William thought, interupted from his thoughts when Marcus continued his rubbing.
"Sorry sorry,I may have taken a small bit of ecstasy a couple of minutes that's just starting to kick in! But by Lucifer's light your fake fur feels so fucking soft!" Marcus chuckled and said, moving to rub Williams upper back which felt amazing. The first back scratching he'd gotten in 30 years was causing him to let out a pleased moan uncontrollably.
"What'd a big ol bun bun like you do to end up in the bad place eh? Crush a few Easter eggs hehe? In life I tried to be devout and end up going skyward, but ya rob one bank and suddenly your local pastor doesn't want to talk to ya anymore. Wonder what happened to Father Michel after that day." The greyhound demon was reaching upwards towards the shoulder blades, until Afton interrupted with
"Mass murder. I killed 6 people,5 Of them in the same day." Was Afton's reply.
It was technically the truth,he just left out who he killed and why. Or where'd done the deadly deed.
That finally got a reaction beyond amusement from the other demon. Unfortunately,it wasn't the kind Afton was expecting.
"Only 6? Fuck,a guy I used to hang with at the bar back in the living world had a body count of 56! Best hitman I knew. Still feel bad about unknowingly giving him that bad burger and causing him to get CJD. But hey, what ya gonna do." The greyhound demon rambled on, making Afton sigh and shake his head.
"So,how'd ya croak big guy? Me, let's just say I borrowed money from people I couldn't pay back and there's a reason I avoid the Pentagram City junkyard." Marcus went on, clearly insistent on befriending William by force if possible. Refusing to stop touching him and give him personal space. The former murderer wondered if he should strangle Marcus to get him to back off. Since everyone else in the bunker was off doing their own thing,or someone else,to notice or care. His robotic hand inching closer to the greyhound's throat by the second.
["He probably doesn't know about my first death. So I'll just say-"]" Restaurant fire,someone burned it down." Another lie of omission,Afton's hand now by the greyhound's shoulder. Ready to strike if he didn't retreat.
Thankfully Marcus had enough sense in his drug addled brain to sense the danger and pulled back sitting across from Afton now. Looking almost sympathetic about his technically second death.
"Ohhh that had to hurt. My cousin Tony died in a fire and he told me it was not pleasant. I know ya said you were a mass murderer, but did you ever expect to go to the good place? Up with the angels above?" Marcus chuckled and asked, causing William to lay down with his head on a thin pillow and sighing again.
"I never expected I would die so I never thought of heaven. You may be pleasant to me now,but you didn't know me in life. You didn't know the horrible things I did. For the first time in a long long time I can honestly say I have enough mental clarity to say this : I definitely deserve to be down here. I did a lot of awful things in life and being finally sent down here is something I can fully accept. I was a murderer,a jackass,a shit father to my kids. At least down here I'm with people just as awful if not worse than I was."
That definitely shut Marcus up. A mix of confusion and yet somehow understanding flashing on his muzzle. Like he had similar feelings to William at one point. Sitting next to the bunny demon and nodding his head.
"I had similar thoughts when I first arrived. Though mine was after the first year or so after I fully groked everything that had happened. That I was an awful person and deserved damnation. After that I just kinda,embraced it ya know. I tried to be devout In life to avoid coming here but now that I'm here it just feels like,I don't know, there's no point in faith anymore. I'm dead,I got sent to Hell so I might as well make the most of it!"
Marcus smiled as he talked. Making Afton nod in understanding. At first he thought the other demon was an annoyance, but it seems there was wisdom in that altered brain of his. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to be his friend. Lord,or maybe Lucifer,knows he needed as many allies as he could get right now.
"Indeed. Sorry isn't going to bring back the people I murdered,so there's no sense crying over spilled blood. It was decades ago and the families have probably long since moved on so apologies are far too late. I don't quite feel remorse for my crimes, but I definitely agree my actions warranted damnation. The only part about my murders I regret is that they lead to my death. A horrible, painful,slow death.
Besides,I tried to continue my killing spree when I was able to but failed so miserably I have no intention of trying to return to the mortal world for a third round of life. I don't know if I'll murder people here anytime soon, outside of self defense of course. Looking back I take no pleasure in the ones I committed,they were a means to an end. They were enjoyable at the time but looking back only makes me think of failure and wasted effort. I I only remember the names of half of my victims anyway because one I knew somewhat personally and I heard the names of two others being spoken before the murders."
The rabbit demon rolled his eyes as he spoke,remembering his attempt on the life of the guard back at Fazbears Fright. Of how he was constantly thwarted by the Springlock suits programming making him chase after sounds.
Of his bloodlust clouding his thoughts as he fell right into Henry's trap. The sheer stupidity of walking into a place he knew was a trap and falling for it hook line and sinker was embarrassing that he looked back on it. Thankfully anyone involved was either dead or didn't know he was there so he was safe from becoming a laughingstock. But thinking back on it just makes him feel foolish for falling for such an obvious fake.
"Hey atleast you immediately acknowledged your sins. Lots of folks take months to years to think that if they ever do. So many people think they deserve heaven despite committing one measly massacre or something. Remember what I said about cousin Tony,he still thinks he should be up with the angels." Marcus yawned and said, moving to lay on Afton's chest.
"Good night big bun,wake me in a few hours." Were the last thing he said before Closing his eyes. The greyhound demon was out like a light before Afton could protest. Snoring lightly against his fuzzy chest,it was almost adorable if it wasn't so awkward.
Looking at the TV, William saw over 23 hours were left of the annual Purge,which just made him feel like it would drag on forever. He tried to move Marcus off; but he just cuddled closer to the bunny. It reminded him of when his son Micheal was young and he used to crawl into William and his wife's bed sometimes.
Closing his eyes, William Afton did something he hadn't been able to enjoy and missed even more than food.
Sleep. He let his mechanical body rest, slipping into Dreamland for his first night in Hell.
