I don't own Hazbin Hotel, nor anything from the SCP foundation.
"Talking"
"Thinking"
"Emphasis"
"Reading"
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(Outskirts of Pentagram City, near Hazbin Hotel)
"I feel this presence growing stronger.
You be silent. I will take over the talking. If you let slip that you are, as you tried to convince me, an angel, then i fear they may not hear me out."
The exterminator glared at the doctor, but in the end, she was forced to obey due to his will's presence in her mind.
"Fucking fine."
(directly outside the hotel)
049 was rather confused.
In his mind, the people of hell are rather unplesant if what happened a few minutes after the mass murder by the 'angels' is any indication.
As he stepped closer to the hotel though, he almost got run over by an overenthusiastic girl that stormed out of the front entrance, who stopped for only a second to excuse herself before continuing a song she was likely singing earlier.
"I do hope she will be okay, whoever she is. She seems to be a light in this place's darkness."
He was about to turn back to the hotel, when a fairly tall figure appeared behind the both of them.
In an old-school radio like voice it asked:
"And who might you be?"
The hint of suspicion wasn't missed by the doctor, but soundly ignored.
"I am but a humble doctor, travling around with my assistant in search of a place we can stay at.
Is there something i can help you with good sir?"
At this the demon's eyes narrowed.
This is not the response he expected, much less the response he wanted.
Before he could pester 049 for more information, another voice spoke.
"Enough Alastor. We still have something to discuss."
049 felt it, clear as day.
This one isn't a demon, but most likely an 'angel' like the one he is travling with.
The smile on the now identified Alastor strained a bit.
Before the two could go, the Plague doctor quickly asked something.
"Would it be possible to speak to the owner of this fine Hotel?"
"This may be the perfect chance to have a place in wich i can do some research, and directly at the source of what i want to research as well".
At that question, the 'angel' turned around abruptly.
"Why?"
As 049 looked over to the hotel again, he sees, what he supposes to be the staff.
"I would like to ask if i may apply as a medical proffesional.
To me, it seems like you would be in need of one."
The deal is too perfect to not at least consider it, and after a bit of silence, the expected answer came.
"Wait on one of the rooms, and we will call you down as soon as she has time. You break something, you pay for it."
(Some time later with 049 and his capture/companion)
"For now, the easy part is over.
You may speak now."
The doctor could see that his unwilling companion was angry.
"I did not agree to any of this. you hear me? Not. Agree.
Let me go, and I will kill you quickly you filthy sinner!"
Sadly for her, the threats were empty to 049, but she didn't fully knew that at this point.
"I did not seek your permission, and right now, you are way too interesting to simply let go."
And with those words, the angel tried to have a go at the Doctor.
Emphasis on tried to, because as soon as she was about to hit him, her arms and legs relaxed, and she landed in a heap on the floor. the doctor looking at her with a bit of interest.
"Defenetly way too interesting."
(Again, some time later)
It felt like hours, and 049 slowly started to feel boredom setting in.
The room itself was fairly basic, having a small radio, a bed, some furniture and something to store personal possesions.
"So, where is the frequency for the news broadcast."
Finding one was an almost fruitless endeavor. It almost looked like every radio station was out of buissnes, untill he finally found a frequency.
Sadly, he only got the last part of the broadcast that was speaking about the next extermination being sooner than ever.
"It seems like i only have to wait now."
and that he did, untill he finally got called down.
(Downstairs)
As soon as 049 got to the stairs, he was met by the sight of a small group of people.
Before the Doctor could think about it, he was met with the slightly strained smile of a newcommer.
"You called?"
The tall one, Alastor, spoke up.
"Ah, yes. Take a seat."
(A few minutes later)
The expected interview was not really an interview at all.
After introductions, they asked was if 049 had any experience as a doctor, and what he did when he was 'alive', and how long he has been in hell.
The last part was slightly exaggerated to a point that would have been at least slightly believable.
Altough, if his new co-workerd didn't intervine, it would have been way shorter.
"Charlie Morningstar... You are way too trusting."
This chapter will likely be rewritten some time in the future.
Social interactions are things i have no real experience in, so writing this took way too long for my taste.
I hope you still enjoyed my ramblings.
See you in the next chapter
Deusblade out.
