I apologize if this took long to write. I had to take a constructive criticism of the overall story. It felt so unnatural and not the way I had envisioned it. I blame my foolish self for rushing and not double checking if the character is speaking the correct for the characters or lore. Damn, just damn! Almost four years into this site and you're still making the same mistakes!?
*SIGH* You know what, do what you are really good at and just continue writing this version despite the fuckup you had done. I can see potential, just need some help in correcting it. I know Bloodborne very well but not Hazbin Hotel.
Anyway, at least there won't be any Hazbin Hotel characters in this chapter. But that doesn't mean that they are not directly in it. Well, all except one.
No warning this time because it's just between two characters.
Speaking of which…let's get onto it before I continue on my unnecessary rambling.
A Hunter's Guide for Running a Hotel
III
Welcome home, good Hunter
'What is it you desire?'
A heavy fog surrounded a beautiful area, and the Hunter found himself in a field full of pale white flowers. He was on both knees as he paid his respects to his late mentor, Gehrman, whom he slain to break him out of the chains of this Dream. A gravestone was erected on his wheelchair, and the wheels were ensnarled in vines, which was left as it was before their battle. After paying his respect to the First Hunter, he cleansed any vine from the tombstone and the wheelchair with his combat knife before looking back at the memorial again. "Goodbye. For now, Gehrman." The Hunter turned around and headed towards the exit through an opening nearby.
He glanced to his left to see multiple pillars from a distance, each tall enough to reach the sky. He sometimes wonders what they are meant for. It may be intended for aesthetic use or to hold the Dream together. Hopefully, he will get his answer soon.
A humming sound reached his ears as the Hunter exited from the field. His pace quickly turned to where it had come from before, and he found the source. Kneeling in front of one of the many tombstones scattered throughout, a wet cloth was in her right hand with a bucket on her right side. The Hunter oversaw her cleansing the part where the grime was before it disappeared.
The Doll stopped as she heard footsteps behind her. She gently placed the cloth onto the edge of the bucket. She slowly raised to her actual height with her elegant dress and skirt flattened. She turned to face the Hunter, her expression unemotional before she bowed down. "Welcome home, Good Hunter."
The Hunter made the same gesture while greeting her. He had a smile hidden underneath his mouthcloth. "Good to see you, old friend. I sincerely apologise for not visiting you for a long time. I was busy."
The Doll gave a sympathetic expression as she tilted her head. "No matter, as long as you are safe. How was your journey in the waking world?" Her tone was unemotional as she knew that her dearest Hunter had been in that place for more than three years.
"Mostly the same," The Hunter replied in a neutral voice, "Though there is something I wish to share with you." He glanced down to see a small, bubbling hole near her feet. There, the Messengers crawled out. All raised their arms as they were happy to see him once again. He levelled himself to ruffle the little creatures on the head while looking at the Doll. "Can we take this inside the workshop? There's going to be a lot of things I am about to say."
The Doll didn't seem to mind his proposal. "As you wish."
They walked onto the pathway towards the workshop. Once they entered, the Hunter could see that it stayed the same as during the Night of the Hunt. At times, he'd admire how she could clean every nook and cranny of the interior. The Hunter walked to an empty chair opposite the fireplace and sat down. He put down his Tricone hat and Mouth cloth, revealing medium-length black hair whitening a little and the face of a man who had been through a lot.
His red eyes trailed to the side where the Doll handed him a recently brewed tea. She sat at another chair that was on the left side of where the Hunter sat. As they got settled, the Doll decided to start conversing with him. "You survived through another Extermination Day?"
The Hunter put his cup of tea down and looked at his dear companion while his hands were around the cup. "I did. Killed two hundred Exorcists this time. It isn't a lot compared to last year. However, I doubt it would have gone unnoticed."
"Killings never goes unnoticed, Good Hunter. It never goes away no matter how people try to forget." The Doll reminded him that the way she said it was out of comfort rather than scolding. "The first year, you killed over two hundred of these Exorcists. On the next Extermination, you killed another two hundred. Now, you repreated the process once more, stacking over six hundred Exorcists."
"I am aware, my friend." The Hunter acknowledged rather solemnly as he realized he had slain over a six hundred of them in total. In addition to that, he also had to confine her to what else he had been doing. "I also killed many demons just by doing odd jobs for people while doing some questionable practices." He let a sombre sigh as he stared at his tea. "You know, I'm starting to get tired of killing. This is the reason why I pulled this workshop from Yharnam into this realm where I can have a fresh start…Yet my yearning for blood and the thrill of the hunt always catches up to me."
The Doll can understand the feeling the Hunter displayed. Where he goes his past tendencies seem to follow him wherever he goes. She looked at him with her glassy blue eyes. "Perhaps it's your own nature. Whenever you try to fight it back, it pushes harder."
"Maybe." The Hunter quietly spoke. He wanted to tell her what had happened now that had been sorted. "There's something else you need to know. I think you may or may not like it?"
"Oh," That caught the Doll's interest, "And what is it?"
"I joined Hazbin Hotel, and I'm starting my first day after I wake up." The Hunter answered before taking a sip from his tea. He noticed that his friend got confused about what he had just said. It dawned on him that he hadn't mentioned that place to her. "It's where people undergo rehabilitation and could possibly earn redemption. I know it sounds uncommon, my friend, but that is what Miss Charlie Morningstar wishes to do to combat the overpopulation problem in Hell without resorting to have the yearly Extermination Day."
The Doll hummed at his words. "Ah. I had a feeling that the Princess of Hell would be the one to run a place like that." She already knew the individual due to the Hunter providing her with the information whenever he visited here after a long trip on his excursions in Hell.
"She doesn't seem to do well because of her idealistic goals." The Hunter explained with a bitter tone this time. "Miss Morningstar seems to forget that not everyone deserves redemption. There are those they earned their place in Hell. I need to knock some sense into her when I have the chance. Her staff, however… I do not know how I feel towards them."
"What are they like?" The Doll asked. She could give her Good Hunter some advice if she wanted a picture of the others.
The Hunter silently sat on his chair. He wanted to give his honest opinion of them to the Doll. "Well, there's Angel Dust, a demon I mentioned to you before after I momentarily killed thirty demons at the bar."
"Yes, I remember you mentioning his name to me." The Doll spoke with a hint of nostalgia.
The Hunter continued. "There's the Radio Demon, Alastor, who is one of the Overlords of Hell and somewhat of an Advisor to the hotel. I have to say that forced smile gives me the creeps. Then, there's Vaggie, Charlie's one-eyed girlfriend, who seems very suspicious of me. I don't know why, but I also had an odd feeling about her."
He took a sip of his tea before resuming. "Husk is the hotel's bartender. His personality reminds me of that Healing Church assassin I encountered in the Hunter's Nightmare. Niffty's the housemaid who seems too infatuated with the methods I used against my targets. Last, there's Razzle and Dazzle, Charlie's childhood pets." He let out a tiresome breath after finishing his explanation to her. "They're a unique bunch that makes up the Hotel's staff, huh?"
"Indeed they are." The Doll wholeheartedly agreed with him. "If I were you, I would start warming up to them. You may not fully trust them yet, but it will be building up towards that. In turn, they will start trusting you more." That brought unpleasant memories for the Hunter as he remembered building trust with some surviving Yharnamites, only to die or betray him after going mad.
Still, the Plain Doll made a valid point in developing trust for the Hazbin Hotel staff. What else can he do aside from spilling more blood? He breathed out through his nose. "I guess you are right, my friend." He looked at the fireplace and heard the fire crackling. "I guess I have to start doing what Miss Morningstar wanted me to do?" He placed his empty teacup onto a table that seemingly appeared out of the blue. Just then, the Messengers appeared where his feet were and presented him with his Saw Cleaver and a large stack that contains Bullets for his Firearm. "Well, what do we have here?"
The Hunter grabbed the handle of the Saw Cleaver and the large stack of bullets before pocketing the latter into his pocket. Once it was fully presented, he began to inspect it. He saw that the Blade was now pure white and wrapped around with bandages. "I see…" He looked down at the Messengers. "Thank you for upgrading my weapon for me. It is a pain that I always had to discard my weapon and use Angelic Weapons whenever I face Exorcists. Now, I don't have to do that anymore." The Hunter could remember slaying at least a hundred with his favourite weapon and firearm, but it was a slow process to kill them. He may treat them cruelly and ruthlessly, but he doesn't like the idea of a slow death and prefers it to be a quick one.
The Doll slightly chuckled upon hearing what he had to say. "The Littles Ones saw that problem you had, Good Hunter. They decided to use the metals from the weapons of the Exorcists you had collected. They hope you will find it to be useful now."
The Hunter transformed his weapon from the Saw to the Cleaver. A smile formed on his lips before placing it onto his lap. "It will be. Unless I am stopped from killing someone." He peeked out of the open door and saw it was almost dawn. "Forgive me, my friend. It looks like dawn will come and I need to get back soon."
The Doll hummed as she also looked in the same direction as where the Good Hunter looked. She turned towards her dearest Hunter. "You better start going. They don't want their newest Member to be late on their first day."
The Hunter chuckled at her dry humour. "Don't worry, I won't be late." He stood up and put his tattered Tricorne and mouthcloth back on. He slung his Saw Cleaver on his back. Before he went, he looked back at his friend once more. "Is there anything you want to say?"
"Yes," The Doll replied with a plain tone. "Once you have gained the trust of the staff of this Hazbin Hotel, will you tell them of your secrets?"
That caused the Ascended Hunter to curl his right hand into a fist before tightening it. He immediately loosened it before letting out a breath. "No. If there is anything I am keeping away from them, it is the Eldritch Truth. Having knowledge of entities like that would undoubtedly drive them insane."
The Doll had expected him to respond with slight anger. "If that's what you wish. I bid you farewell, Good Hunter. May you find your worth in the waking world."
The Hunter gestured to her his departure before moving out of the workshop. Once at a certain distance, he eventually returned to the waking world…
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The Hunter woke up in the same position he slept in. His feet were still on the desk, and he leaned onto the chair. He felt his weapon pressing hard on his back. This resulted in him getting up from his seat and putting the Saw Cleaver onto the desk. He began to inspect it once again and eyed how polished and elegant it became despite having recently gone under modification. However, there was something else that was plaguing his mind. The Hunter looked out of the window and saw it was dawn.
"So, today's the day I first work for the Hazbin Hotel?" He thought before he turned around to where the door was. As he got closer, he opened the door to reveal…
"Well, good morning, Mister Hunter!" Alastor greeted him with a wide smile.
This caused the Hunter to hold the hilt of his Hunter's Pistol and almost aimed at him before his instincts told him not to. He shook his head while sighing and looked back at him. "You almost made me put a bullet in your head...if only temporarily."
Despite Hunter's seriousness, the Radio Demon could hear the sarcasm within his voice. "Scared you, did I?" He glanced behind the Hunter and saw a weapon lying on the table. "Ah, this is your weapon, right?"
"It is," The Hunter replied guardedly as he returned to the table and slung his Saw Cleaver onto his back. "I do not want anyone touching it. That includes you. I don't want any accidents that my weapons could possible cause."
It seems as though Alastor accepted his warning. "Well, they're your personal belongings, Hunter. I promise you that I won't touch it." He said through his creepy smile. "Now, since you are awake, how about I give you a tour of the hotel?"
The Hunter didn't seem to care about what the Radio Demon said. All he wanted to do was to get the day going and start helping around the hotel. "Very well."
Didn't expect a chapter to come very soon, huh? Well, I managed to do a few edits and corrections before publishing it. I took the previous criticism into heart and actually made it the way I had always wanted to do.
Now, it looks like the Hunter is about to start his first official shift at the Hazbin Hotel. I wonder how that would go like. Man, I'm seriously wondering how the Good Hunter will interact with each character now that he is part of their group, as well as the other characters seen in the Hazbin Hotel series?
I just want to apologize for overall being a dick of writing fanfiction stories. Writing things without checking for any mistakes is a huge 'no, no' when it comes to writing. I just wish to improve it better without having to read it aloud. It feels embarrassing to hear it. I've been advised by others, which I may start. You may all see this fanfic starting to get updated slower to make further improvements. This will be the last I rushed a chapter. Hopefully.
I am also an idiot for forgetting that everyone in Hell is literally bloodlusted. I think I need to fix that problem.
Now, I just want to focus on the positive side. Let's see the stats of the Hunter. NOTE, this is what he is as a human before becoming a Great One.
Insight: N/A (DUE TO BEING A GREAT ONE)
Vitality: 35
Endurance: 25
Strength: 50
Skill: 50
Bloodtinge: 20
Arcane: N/A (DUE TO BEING A GREAT ONE)
Outfit: The Hunter's set with the Cape
Weapons: Angelic-upgraded Saw Cleaver +10 with powerful gems, and Hunter's Pistol +10 enhanced with a powerful blood gem
That's not that bad for someone like the Good Hunter to have decent stats when he is in the planes of Hell. Though, feel free to comment on your thoughts.
I want all of you to give constructive criticism and feedback to help improve this story.
I also want to thank gregorian12 for allow me to use some of his ideas. He is a better expert of Bloodborne and Hazbinverse lore compared to me.
Sorry if there were any Out Of Character Moments or any lore I fucked up, but I want to satisfy those who wants to read it.
See ya all in the next chapter, motherfuckers!