Hazbin Foundation
Disclaimer: I don't own Hazbin Hotel or SCP. All SCP are used under fair use.
Chapter 03: Reunions
Emily was showing Sir Pentious around Heaven.
"And here's where the young angels play."
Pentious found him looking over a park with swings, monkey bars, and other toys for the young angels to play on.
"Are they… children souls, Miss Emily?"
"Yeah…" Her voice was no longer as chipper. "Poor little things didn't get to enjoy life on Earth. But, that's why we let them visit Earth and become little guardians for human children."
"During my time on Earth, children would die from illnessesss or factory labor… it was tragic."
Emily noticed something in his voice.
"Sir Pentious…did you lose a kid?"
"What?! Who told you!? I don't- I don't have a son-"
"Oh! It's a boy!"
"I don't know what you're talking about-"
"Do you want to find him?"
"No."
"Why no? You sounded like you really miss him!"
"I don't know because I… I wasn't really the best parent. Hell, he died at 8 years old! That must be saying something."
"Still, don't you want to see him? He probably misses you all the same!"
Pentious couldn't look her in the eyes, "It's been over a century. He probably doesn't even remember me anymore."
"Up here in Heaven, the soul never forgets love."
Pentious met her gaze, a warm and soft look.
"Thank you, Miss Emily… but I doubt there's any love to remember."
The snake-themed resident of Heaven watched the children play.
Some of the children tossed around a halo like a frisbee.
Some of the young souls were talking to each other.
"You think it's weird that Miss Sera isn't letting us go to Earth."
"She said we aren't needed much."
"I guess that's good."
"Hey, have you seen Arthur, Peggy, or Jaime? I haven't seen them in a week."
"They are the only ones needed on Earth. I heard a rumor that no one's been showing up."
"No one?"
"Nope, Earth must be so peaceful. Nothing bad is happening; they don't need that many angels."
"Yay! Then let's play hide and seek."
0000
SCP-076-1 sighed. Able wasn't used to wearing full-body clothes, and even at night, none of them felt safe not wearing them.
He was irritated that he could only call the battle a loss.
He aided the SCP agents in trying to kill the monsters, but it was a battle he couldn't win. Those monsters couldn't die, cutting them, beating them, stabbing them. While they couldn't reduce their numbers, they always grew. Many agents and scientists were dragged into the light and changed.
Death wasn't even an option.
One of the soldiers was being dragged, and Able decided to give him an honorable death over a life of becoming one of them. Before they were dragged into the light, he threw a blade into their chest, killing them quickly. That did nothing; the dead jolted alive in the sun and were too transformed, their voices distorted, they joined the choir telling them to join the light.
And they fought dirty.
They had managed to push back a fair bit, but at least one got into the controls, set off the killing corridor, and flooded the building. Many more of them died. Able to escape on a miniature sub with two agents. The rest died in the water or were cut down by the bullets, and he was sure they'd be dragged into the sunlight. They stayed in the water as long as possible but had to rise for air. Luckily, they had some supplies and enough to cover themselves.
Now, supplies were dropping, and they had to go to land. Agents Harlow and Mallory were the only ones to escape with him and were steering the sub towards Ireland. If the maps were correct, they would be a small Foundation site. They didn't know all the details; they just knew that some anomaly was in a cave, and the small Site was devoted to keeping it contained. There were only so many settlements nearby, too. If they timed it out, they could make it to the Site. Odds were good that everyone there was safe since they would be deep in a cave when things went wild. In case of lockdown, most sites were stocked to keep a crew well-fed for a month. At least they could be in a safe space to think of something for a while.
Able stood and stared out at the dark sea. It was night for a while longer, but from what they heard, even the moonlight changed people. They had to keep the hatch open and fill the air tanks, or they would stay underwater the whole way.
Able hated this; there was no fight. He couldn't risk letting his urges get to him. Harlow and Mallory were skilled soldiers and a massive boon in this journey.
Still, Able sighed; he felt there was a fight up ahead.
0000
Site-43 was arguably the safest Site on the planet. They didn't tend to keep any dangerous anomalies. Their records showed they had the lowest rate of accidents on the planet, but that only didn't get noticed because one researcher got the highest number by himself.
Doctor William Wallace Wettle, also known as SCP-7000, had saved them all by being the unluckiest person on the planet during the day the Sun Broke.
Everyone was inside, and the Site was under a water purification center. People were crumby as it was cloudy and rain was pouring randomly. It seemed like bad luck, but patches of sunlight were coming through, and they hoped the cloud would clear. People were about to head out; many had dorms on Site, but some went out for many reasons. Before they could, Wettle had an accident. Wettle tripped over a patch of wet floor and slid right into the custodian closet as they pulled out the wet floor sign. Wettle hit an exposed pipe with total weight, causing it to crack and burst. Water started to flow out, and Deering, yelling at Wettle, began to shut down the water. A toilet was clogged on the third floor, an old pipe needed to be repaired on the second, and someone was trying to get a drink out of a faulty fountain on the fourth. All these small things added up at the wrong time, and pipes burst and started flooding out random places, and water hit the system that controlled the lockdown.
Several people were angry at Wettle for locking them all in, and then the sun broke. They had been saved by Wet Blanket Wettle.
They had food stock for a while to stretch it out. While people banged outside to come out to greet the sun, the steel lockdown doors were holding out.
They had time.
Dr. Blank, Researcher O'conner, and Researcher LeBlanc walked down the halls. They went to the break room, where they had set up a shrine to SCP-7132. After they passed, they found Wettle sitting in front of it.
Blank sighed, "Wettle, we've been looking for you. McGinnis wants all the heads. " He stopped.
O'conner gasped.
LeBlanc was the last to notice. "Wettle-?"
All around Wettle were empty bottles of various alcohols. LeBlanc couldn't blame him; everyone had wanted a drink since this started, and he would be scolded for getting carried away.
"Shit." LeBlanc noticed. "Gabby, get security."
O'Conner ran off to get help.
"Wettle, put that down," Blank said firmly but softly.
Wettle raised the gun he'd been holding. Who knew how he got it. Maybe security screwed up and left the wrong door open, it didn't matter.
"It's been rough, but-"LeBlanc tried to help.
"I was weak."
"Weak?"
"I know the message; I know what the O5 said. I had to know. I called them, I called my parents. I don't know what I expected; maybe they had holed themselves in the basement or-"he hiccupped, "I heard my mom; she told me she and my dad were okay."
"That's good."
"I should join them in the sun; that was so beautiful."
"William," LeBlanc took a step forwards, "I'm sorry-"
Wettle moved the gun right next to his temple. The air grew tense, and both men didn't dare move. "I had just wanted to save them. I'm sorry." He looked at them, tears in his eyes and the saddest smile they had ever seen. "Thanks for putting up with me."
Click.
He pulled the trigger.
Click.
Click.
Click.
"Shit!" He pulled the trigger, but it didn't fire.
Both men used the chance and jumped on Wettle, pushing him to the ground and forcing the gun away from him.
O'conner returned with security, who quickly helped the men.
The head guard ordered, "Take him to the infirmary, sedate and strap him down."
"Just let me die! Just let me die!" Wettle cried out to the ceiling as they dragged him away.
Wettle had a rough life, but as he begged to be allowed to die, he broke those who heard hearts. Many didn't like him, but hearing him so without hope.
Blank picked up the gun, "Just his luck, he got the one gun on base that didn't work-"
As he swung the gun, it went off, and the bullet embedded itself into the wall.
One of the guards quickly took the gun from him, examining it to be in perfect condition.
"Did Doctor Dan ever explain his theory on Wettles anomaly?"
Black just stared at the hole in the wall, "No, I don't-"
"He goes through crap; he gets hurt all the time. He's never lost his life, he's never lost a limb, and even exposed to anomalies, he's still intact. His bad luck will never let him get seriously hurt. Maybe prolong it or something, but Wettle will keep going. He thinks it might protect him."
There was a sad irony to it.
LeBlank understood it better than anyone else. Wettle, when he was a kid, prayed to the universe to spare his dying mother. He forgot, but the universe didn't. He gave him all his luck to save his parents, and now it seems like it was for naught.
0000
The Administrator stood in a large, ornate room. The Foundation Seal framed the room, but all around it were images of monsters and miracles, towers stretching to the heavens, and others deep below. There were apes that lived in the forest, a machine that slept beneath the Earth, a serpent with dark and empty eyes, faces of animals without names, a metal suit from a future best forgotten, towers of books stretching into dark infinity, a man in the center of a comic web of fate and fortune, a seal stretching out forever with book extending just as far.
"Is it time?"
0000
Eve found herself in the shadow of two trees in an ever-expanding and beautiful garden. Her long silvery hair in a braided ponytail flung to her shoulder. She wore a bright red dress with white details and gold adornments.
Nearby, she saw six children playing with each other. The sight could bring tears to her eyes.
"I guess you are eternally a mother at heart."
It was a familiar voice; she turned to see a man in an old-style black suit sitting on a bench.
"Oh, that explains a lot."
"Hello, old friend."
"Friend? Is that what we were."
"I would like to think so. Please sit down."
Eve did as requested, but her eyes never left the children at play.
"Thanks for skipping an apocalypse this time; I am already living it."
He smiled."I didn't think you liked red."
"I don't; I used to before-"Somewhere in the distance, she could hear laughing, blood hitting the ground, swords swinging, and screams. Eve suppressed the memories.
"Maybe a change of topics,"
"Why didn't you come earlier? I've read the reports. You usually give someone in the Foundation a dream before something like this happens."
"Matters are complicated, and even I didn't see this coming."
"What was that whole mess of preparing?"
"I have; it's time to gather the Thousands. You will need to get a few more anomalies to make it happen, but-"
"Ha hah ahaha!"
"Uh, was something I was said funny?"
0000
Eve woke up laughing; she was asleep at her desk with someone tickling her.
Namely an orange slime.
Nearby, Sofia smiled, holding a war mug of coffee.
"I thought you might need some cheering up, so I borrowed him from Collinsworth and brought him over."
"Stop it!" Eve yelled out.
SCP-999 promptly did so, pulling back, almost afraid it had hurt her.
Eve smiled before patting his head, "Thank you, grandchild. Your gift is appreciated."
Even tainted by the king, 999 still was born by a human; she felt something truly human in him. The cute slime monster cooed at the affection.
"I had a dream- about-"Eve had difficulty focusing.
Her computer beeped.
0000
953 wanted nothing more than to escape, but the Foundation wasn't foolish. They never let their guard down, then they let their guard down. The little people running around screaming. Had some monster escaped?
She didn't know, but she ran while she could. The intercom screamed something, but she couldn't make it out.
"STAY OUT OF THE SUN LIGHT!"
A flood of flesh was breaking through the windows and doors, trying to reach for anything they could. Their voices were distorted and almost songlike, "The sun is so beautiful, join us."
They were horrible looking, and they dragged those into the sun, who melted and joined them.
Some anomalies fought alongside the agents to hold back these flesh monsters. 953 slashed at them, but that was not a great strategy, as it was like slashing at pudding. They grabbed her, dragged her along, and even slammed her into a wall when she fought back. 953 tried to reach into their mind to stop them, but she felt something endless and terrible. It almost felt like they were trying to break her bones with their grip; she only escaped by shape-shifting out of it. Hurt, she didn't think she could escape again. Then the boy showed up; he opened portals, and various things poured in, weapons, tools, and fire. One portal opened up, and a torrent of fire tore out, burning the flesh and actually hurting them.
He opened various portals, each spat of flames.
953 was hurt; she didn't seek to return to her cage and didn't believe they could win this fight. She saw one of his portals and jumped into it before closing. 953 could only assume it would be better than where she was.
She ended up in Hell. The demons she met were less than helpful, and she usually loved a chance to vent her frustrations that she wasn't in the right condition. Eventually, she found an ad for the Hazbin Hotel, where she could get food and housing for free if she followed the owner's stupid plan.
953 opened her eyes to find herself in a bed far more comfortable than she expected in Hell.
By her bed were two women treating her wounds.
One in a bright red suit, "Oh! Are you okay? Do you need anything?"
The other, wearing an eye patch, put a hand on her shoulder and said, "Charlie, give her a moment. You said your name was Ji-Hu, right?"
953 nodded.
"Okay, rest." Charlie smiled at her, "I'll bring you over some food; if you need anything, just let us or Nifty-"
"Aaaaaaah!" Nifty swung by on a robe as she tried to reach the graffiti.
Charlie smiled nervously, "Ah, maybe just ask us."
"You must be new in Hell; it's rough for new souls." Vaggie offered her sympathy. "Don't worry; you'll be safe here."
"I'm sure I will be." 953 smiled to herself.
0000
Angel sat by the bar talking to Husk.
"Does something feel off?"
Husk snorted, "You mean, the fancy new digs or decent booze?" Husk was fixing bottles on the shelf. Lucifer had stocked the place with top-quality liquors.
"No, that I'm fine with. Hell, I can't wait to try some of them. No, I mean something seems off with Al-"
The window broke as Nifty crashed through it. She quickly jumped up and raced around for another solution.
"I mean, Al hasn't been around much."
"Heh," Husk chuckled, "I can't say I've missed him."
"Yeah, that's the thing. He's usually around here being creepy, making backhanded comments about being lost causes."
Husk shrugged, "Probably licking his wounds after his fight with Adam. Alastor isn't the kind of guy who wants to show weakness."
"Yeah, okay, but he hasn't even been on the radio. He's been mostly being playing reruns."
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Alastor had one Hell of a headache. He took a swig of whiskey and tried to ignore the pain that kept him from doing his show correctly. Though sounds of screams and torture were one of his most notable shows, it wasn't his main attraction. It was great to remind people what he could do, but people loved to hear him talk. When he was alive, his charm won over many people over the radio; that was something he'd always been proud of, as all the murders they never discovered he had done.
Something was off. His power felt off, stronger and weaker at the same time. At the moment, he had to relax and play his favorite record. He felt sparks flung from his hands as the record played. It played a song that wasn't on the record; it wasn't jazz. It sounded like something after his time. He forgot the band's name. They had been very popular, but it wasn't his cup of tea.
"Little darlin', I see their faces slowly melting. Little darlin', it seems like years since it's been all right. Here comes the sun. Here comes the sun. And I say I feel I've been slowly melting. Sun, sun, here it comes."
Alastor raised the record needle before putting it back down, and it played his regular jazz. He remembered when he was alive, stumbling into La Rue Macabre and meeting a man there, Good ol' Willie, a moonshiner. Moonshine wasn't his drink, but he had tried a sip or two and had to admit it was exceptional. It also left him in the gutter, wondering if he actually found La Rue Macabre. Willie had warned him to listen, saying that the loa spirit would often leave messages for those who would listen. If something strange happened, he should listen, and the moment the airs on the back of his head stuck out. He didn't understand the warning, but he felt something was happening.
0000
They landed at the shore and made their way inland to Louth. They were making good time and wanted to get covered as soon as possible. They tried to get to the cave as quickly as possible. They'd have to cut through the village of Louth. That meant they would have to risk encountering people turned as they moved over the ridge-
"What?" Able was surprised.
A massive black cloud covered the village. As they moved closer, they saw signs of battle: scorch marks, almost like a ring of fire, burning around the town.
"Do we go around?"
"No, we have to go through," Able insisted, "the sun will be up soon; if we lose time, we will have to deal with the sun."
As they reached the village and crossed the threshold, Able felt someone was watching them. The buildings looked boarded up, and there had been plenty of struggle, gunfire, and actual fire. Scorch marks were all around.
"What happened here?" Mallory asked.
"I did." A figure dressed in a dark cloak.
Able's fingers twitched. He felt that whoever this person was would be a challenge. A sword manifested in his hand, and he rushed in. The blade was going to slice through his opponent but was stopped by an invisible barrier.
Able suddenly found a force pushing him back.
"A sorcerer."
"Sorceress." She corrected them.
The stranger motioned with their hands, and a torrent of flames manifested and rushed towards the swordsman. Able smiled; it had been far too long since he had had a proper fight. Able dodged the fire and rushed at the woman. Violet-colored light coiled in her hands before she launched at him.
Able had fought magicians before; most thought themselves invisible. This one had some sense keeping him at a distance.
Able dodged another blast. Able summoned up some knives and threw them at this opponent. The stranger formed another shield to block the attack, and they clattered to the ground. Able used this moment of distraction to wrap a whip around their arm and yank them close. Able slashed at their head, they tried to lean back, firing another blast, hoping to end this all. Both of them fell backward; Able tore off his headgear as it caught on fire, and his opponent's hood and the mask fell off.
They stared at one another, ready for another attack-
"…"
"…"
"Hevel?" She asked.
"Awan?"
SCP-076-2 looked at SCP-8076-2, and brother and sister were reunited for the first time in thousands of years.
0000
Lucifer sat in the chair, fiddling with his cane. "So, do you know how long this will take?"
Director Bocoume continued on her computer, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. Contacting the O5 takes time. They are rather busy."
She didn't know how much to tell him. When things went insane, they had to seal the top. Lucifer made a deal: Bocoume would contact O5-1 for him, and he would not harm any of them. Deals had great power over angels and demons; she doubted any of them could do much to stop the fallen angel.
The screen beeped as the "05-1" flashed on the screen.
"Director Bocoume? What's this about?"
"I have someone here insisting they speak to you."
Lucifer pushed her aside, "Hi Bitch!"
"LUCIFER!?"
The call dropped.
"Huh? Do you think I was a bit much? My daughter said that might be-"
A portal formed behind him; as he turned around, he found something pointed at his face.
"What's that?"
His eyes focused to see a blunderbuss just before the trigger was pulled, an eruption of sound blasted him back.
"Ow! My ears are ringing." He was a fallen angel; a blast, a focused sound, wasn't going to hurt him, he shook his head, but it did not hurt him.
Oddly enough, the punch to his face did, and he tumbled over a chair. "What the hell?" He blinked, his face feeling sore.
Eve walked out, bronze knuckles glinting on her hand. "A mixture of beryllium bronze and melted down angel blade."
Lucifer rubbed his face. "I know we didn't leave things on great terms the last time we met, but don't you think sucker-punching me is rude?"
"I don't think it's enough." Sofia walked out of the portal, her eyes glowing brightly.
"Hakhama?" He smiled, "You're here too?" He waggled a finger, "Are you two-?"
Lucifer blinked, realizing that both women were furious at him.
Director Bocoume used this chance to walk out.
Notes: Hi. So for the first scene I took inspiration from a comic EMoistecc posted on twitter, this part is pretty much word for word what they wrote but its gave me an idea of how I want our snake boy to go.
I had to add at least one song in here, so I borrewed one for SCP Explained broken day jojo episode. People are starting to reunite and grander plans are starting to come together.
Anyway, leave a review telling me what you think and all that.