To confirm things, the Hunter's characteristic is inspired by three characters. The first is my interpretation of the Ashen One/Ash in Dark Souls: Embers of Remnant, though he tends to be violent and a bit bloodthirsty like the demons of the Hazbinverse. BTW, the Hunter's name isn't going Gideon Harthlan. It's a new name, one that I won't reveal just yet.

The second is Arthur Morgan from Red Dead Redemption II for reasons I am not going to say. Same can be said for John Marston from Red Dead Redemption.

There's going to be a pivotal moment where he's going to reveal his name. For now, he's going to be referred to as Hunter and the Good Hunter. Coupled with nicknames given by other characters in the Hazbinverse.

Also, I am going to be removing an unnecessary moment in this chapter.

Word of warning: This fanfic will contain graphic violence, strong languages, sexual themes, mentions of suicide and things against with every Religion. Viewer discretion is advised because its FREAKING Hazbin Hotel and Bloodborne.

A Hunter's Guide for Running a Hotel

IV

Getting to know the Place

'Here we offer fun things'- A Description of what the Hotel can offer

The Hunter followed behind Alastor as he was giving him a tour around the hotel. He kept glancing at the Radio Demon in case he had something in mind. Despite trying to do it secretly, the demon caught him. "Something in your mind as to why you keep doing that?"

"I guess it's out of instinct," The Hunter admitted. "This is due to my…previous occupation before coming to this hotel."

Alastor hummed in interest. "Is that so?" He kept smiling. "Well, it won't matter here. There won't be anyone here who is at your throat." He gave some thought about it, and he looked back at the Hunter. "Aside from Vaggie. She doesn't seem to trust you."

"She has every right to be suspicious of me," The Hunter said blandly.

"You can forget that for now." The Radio Demon reminded him with his signature wide smile. "Just focus on what's currently in front of you."

"Hmm." The Hunter muttered while nodding his head at him. He looked around and saw that he and Alastor were still in the hallway. "Why are we still here? I thought you were going to give me a tour."

The demon looked back at him. "We are. We're currently heading towards the first location of this hotel." As if Alastor seemed to know where he was heading, he and the Hunter were in front of a door with a hint of elegance. The Hunter wanted to know what room this was, but Alastor immediately knocked on the door. A few seconds later, the door revealed a tired Charlie in her pyjamas. Her eyes were half shut, and she groaned. "What are you doing this early, Alastor? You know…" Her eyes immediately shifted towards the Hunter, who looked back at her with an apathetic gaze, causing her to widen it. "Oh! I didn't know you were there." She looked back at her Supervisor. "You're giving him a tour?"

Alastor looked at her with that usual expression. "Oh, I'm just giving him a quick tour before he starts his shift."

Another groggy groan was heard in Charlie's room. Said individual moved away as she turned to look at her girlfriend, who had just awoken and rubbed her right eye. "Charlie. Who are you talking…" She immediately looks to see Alastor and the Hunter standing in the doorway. This immediately made her awake. "Alastor!? What are you doing with the Hunter?!"

"Why, I'm giving him a tour." The Radio Demon explained while nudging at the Hunter. "He is one of us, now. What's the harm of letting him get to know the place better?"

The one-eyed girl was about to retort when her girlfriend beat her to it. "Right… It's his first day on the job." She stretched while letting out a yawn before eyeing the two. "I'm… I'm going to rest for a bit before giving him the position. It's too early for me to even start the day."

That made Alastor's smile grow more prominent. "Very well. Once I have given him a tour, I'll let him be in your hands."

Charlie tiredly nodded before she headed back to her room and closed the door in the process. As the doors slammed shut, the Radio Demon shifted his eyes back to the Hunter with that wide, creepy grin. "Shall we continue?"

Despite Hunter's unease, he shook his head up and down. "Sure."

-Scene Change-

The two had found themselves in another door that led to a room. This time, the Hunter had the same…feeling that he first encountered with Arianna, a Yharnamite Prostitute who offered him her blood. Alastor noticed his eye expression, yet he seemed to care less about that. "Now, this room belongs to a certain individual you already know by now."

The Radio Demon was about to knock when something exited the room and stared at the two. In an instant, the Hunter's blood ran cold. What looked at the two was a small pig who stared up at him and was curious about the newcomer. The Hunter's body got tensed as he remembered the Maneater Pig back in the sewers of Yharnam. He remembered that it had eaten a little girl he'd interacted with. He did not know why, but he felt unhinged when he brutally killed that giant pig to get the satisfaction, he wanted...

Nonetheless, it can't be undone since the little girl is already dead at that point. There was no satisfaction he got when he killed that monster. That led the Hunter to give that blood-soaked ribbon to her "big sister", who committed suicide by falling off the platform.

That memory still haunts him to this day. He'd be damned to not let that repeat in here in this hotel.

Gritting his teeth underneath his mouth cloth as he felt unnerved at seeing the pig, the Hunter put his right hand to where his Saw Cleaver was slung at his back. He wanted to kill this animal before it got bigger. That and how those black spots in its body were eyes which blinked in curiosity. He was about to grab the handle of said weapon when the Hunter immediately returned to reality as he saw the little pig getting picked up and saw who it was. "Fat Nuggets. You know you shouldn't just go out and stare at..." Angel looked to see who the pig was looking at. His expression immediately changed. "Oh, Hunter. I didn't expect you to be standing at my doorstep."

"The Radio Demon was just giving me a look around the hotel." The Hunter told him with a stoic expression as he lowered his right arm, though his eyes were fiercely glaring daggers at the pig for some reason. "Is that thing your pet?"

The pornstar blinked at his words before he looked down to see the pig that he had in his arms. "You mean Fat Nuggets? Yeah, he is my pet." He noticed the Hunter was still glaring daggers at the pig, who started to squeal uncontrollably. Seeing the newcomer caused him to look at him with a disapproved look. "Can you stop staring at my pet like that? You're scaring him. And it's not a thing. It's a pig." He felt offended by the Hunter's choice of words and how unfiltered it is.

The Hunter realised what he was doing. He closed his eyes and cleared his throat before releasing a sigh. He opened them and looked back at Angel Dust with a remorseful look in his red eyes. "Apology. I didn't mean to scare your pet like that. I got spooked."

"Is it reminding you of something?" Alastor asked the Hunter through its radio voice.

"Can we please just focus on what's before us?" The Hunter demanded, though his stoic expression remained. He didn't want to discuss that topic any longer.

The two glanced at the man. They knew that something had troubled him. But it is as though he doesn't want to discuss it. It may be personal, so he deflected Alastor's question. The Radio Demon chuckled upon hearing this. "Apology, Hunter. It seems like I made you uncomfortable there?" The Hunter didn't respond, and instead, he stood there. He cleared his throat to bring the man back to his senses, which he did. "Referring to what you said, this room belongs to Angel Dust."

The Hunter looked good at what Angel Dust's room looked like. Despite having a vanity, mirror, a place to put multiple wigs and a bed, there were many questionable things. He shifted back his attention to the pornstar. "Quite a room you got there?"

"Yeah," Angel said in agreement. "By the way, Hunter, does your room look expressive?"

"It's the way I left it to be. Plain and simple," The Hunter responded with honesty. "I have no plans of actually changing it."

The pornstar was about to reply when Alastor soon barged in. "I sincerely apologize, my feminine fellow and new member. I'm afraid we have to move on now. Work starts in an hour, and we haven't even covered One more room within this hotel. I don't want our new member to be late on the first day." He gestured his microphone stick to the Hunter, who didn't even react.

"Oh, don't sweat it," Angel said while waving his right hand As he looked at the Hunter in the eyes. "Feel free to talk to me whenever you want." He gave a flirtatious wink at him.

Despite this, the Hunter didn't react. Instead, he stayed emotionless and apathetic as ever. "Sure."

This caused the demon pornstar to slump his shoulders and have a deadpan look on his face. "Is that how you respond to other people?"

"Yes." He answered.

Angel sighed at the man's response while using his spare pair of arms to put them on his head. "This guy…" He had to attempt to make the Hunter more sociable to be a reliable teammate.

"Anyway, I'll be taking him to one more location before he meets every one of you in the main longue." The Radio Demon spoke as he put his hand on the doorframe. It seemed like he was about to close the door.

Angel looks at the two once more. "Wait, does that mean that I—" And the door slammed shut, cutting the pornstar off from finishing what he was about to say.

Now with that out of the way, Alastor looked back at the Hunter. "Now then, shall we get going, my silent fellow?" The Hunter nodded his head, making the Radio demon walking on ahead to head to the last location.

-Scene Change-

The sound of a doorknob was heard as Alastor opened the door to his room. He moved out of the way to let the Hunter see what was within his room. "This is my room. I hope you don't mind the layout of it."

The Hunter ignored him, but he did look at the room. He can see that the room has a mixture of traditional décor and the fantastical, with half of the room having a classic fancy study complete with tasteful wallpaper and furnishing. What is more startling is that the other half is a literal swamp.

After analysing a room, he looked back at Alastor. "This is your room?"

"Yes," The Radio Demon replied, humming a mid-pitch radio tone. "It may be weird to see a swamp in a room. But I made some alterations to make it happen."

"Is that so?" Then Hunter hummed stoically. He continued to stare at the other side of the room. "This seems to fit you." He did not want to elaborate on how a literal swamp is in Alastor's room.

"Indeed it is, Hunter." The Radio Demon commented on the other man's words. He didn't care if the Hunter's tone was cold and apathetic. He put his free hand in his blazer pocket and immediately pulled out a pocket watch that was chained and looked at the time. "Ah, we still have a bit of time left.

"For what?" The Hunter questioned with a straightforward response.

"For you to have a bit of time to yourself," Alastor responded, giving that creepy vibe the Hunter sensed. "Tell you what, you can wait in the main lounge while I gather the others to prepare for their jobs. How does that sound to you?"

The Hunter silently groaned upon hearing this. He wanted to go to his room and have some alone time. Though, being analytical, the Hunter did see a point in Alastor's suggestion. He can spend only a few minutes to himself before his shift starts as long as no one disturbs him. He looked at Alastor before he nodded his head. "Alright. I'll stay there. Just please do not disrupt me."

The Radio Demon looked at him. "Very well. I shall see you at the main longue in half an hour." The Hunter turned away and proceeded to walk away towards the central area. Once he was out of sight, he relaxed his shoulder despite having that broad smile on his face. "This individual seems...uncaring. Whatever the case, his attitude would eventually change once he gets used to us." He chuckled at that thought.

-Scene Change-

The Hunter wrote in his journal, jotting down his thoughts on the day so far. It seems as though there are certain areas that need to be sorted. He was in the last few sentences before getting interrupted. "What you writing in there?"

The Hunter stopped writing in his journal and looked at his side to see Niffty peeking out on the left side of the couch. He immediately closed the notebook and pocketed it with an ordinary pencil back into his trench coat pocket. He looked at her with a reserved emotion. "Just my thoughts, Niffty."

"OOOOO! Then what thoughts?" Niffy can't help but ask out of curiosity.

"Nothing of your business. It's something I want private." The Hunter responded with a blunt expression, though he didn't seem to be rude.

Niffty didn't mind his attitude. Instead, she seemed curious about what he wrote in that notebook. "Are you writing down on the ways you killed people?"

"Somewhat," He responded half-honestly, not wanting to go further. He noticed the minor, cyclops-like demon behind him and eyed an object of interest. This grabbed the Hunter's attention as he turned his head to her." What are you looking at?"

"That." She responded, pointing at his Saw Cleaver slung on his back. "It looks like a unique knife you have. Mind if I hold it?"

"No!" The Hunter immediately responded.

This took the smaller demon by surprise. She looked at him in the eyes and saw that his eyes were filled with caution. Naturally, she felt confused. "Why?" She asked.

"That blade I have on my back is a hazardous tool, and I don't want any accidents to happen because of it." He explained with caution.

"But I like dangerous," she said before whining. "I can at least hold it, please?"

"No!" He responded with a very blunt tone.

"Pretty please?" Niffy begged, her eyes having that look of a puppy.

Now, the Hunter had mixed emotions. Mostly, he was cautious of his weapon falling into the wrong hands. Especially since it has a mind of its own. But there is a bit of him that felt guilty of hurting the demon girl's feelings. A sigh escaped his lips as he pulled the Saw Cleaver from his back and gave it to her. "Fine. But don't have it long. This weapon has a mind, which might cause someone like you to be slightly unnerved by it."

Niffty didn't seem to care about his warning. All she wanted was to hold his weapon within her own hands. "Just gimme!" The Hunter sighed as he gently gave the Saw Cleaver to her. Despite the Saw Cleaver being the same size as her, she lifted it and got a good viewpoint. "Ooooh! Now, this is something! I wish I could have something like—" She spoke with glee when all of a sudden.

'Beast! FOUL BEAST!'

'CURSED BEAST!'

'…Beasts all over the shop…'

'Our eyes are yet to open...'

'…Fear the Old Blood…'

'Ooh! Majestic! A hunter is a hunter, even in a dream.'

'A great terror looms!'

'Lady Maria, I'm a robin. Will I ever curl up and become an egg?'

'A corpse…should be left well alone.'

"And let me just take this back." The Hunter snatched his Saw Cleaver and slung it onto his back. He looked back at Niffty, who had the stare of a thousand yards. His heart was beating fast since he feared that he had traumatised her by letting her touch his blade. His breathing almost became uncontrollable. "Damnit! Why did you fall into that trap!? Now she's going to be mentally scarred for the rest of her life!"

"Hunter…" He was broken out of his thoughts as he looked down at Niffty. He was taken aback as he saw her not with a traumatised look but instead with a look of curiosity. "What did I just hear?"

His heart beeped so fast that he could not even think clearly. After a few seconds, he managed to calm himself. "Are you okay?" He asked with concern.

Niffty nodded her head. "Yes, I'm fine. Just heard some weird voices in my head, that's all." The Hunter was utterly caught off by this since she hadn't been scarred by simply holding his Saw Cleaver, which developed a mind of its own. She immediately noticed the look in the Hunter's eyes. "What's wrong?"

The Hunter realised he was staring intently at her. He closed his eyes while breathing in the air. A few seconds later, he breathed out and opened his eyes, which were more relaxed now as he looked back at the cyclops-like demon. "It's…I got paranoid there, that's all."

The demon was curious as to why he had asked her that. It soon dawned on her that he might have been worried about his weapon causing harm to her. "You're just worried about your weapon harming me?" His silence was all that she needed. "It didn't harm me. So, you don't have to worry about it."

Seeing as though she wasn't somehow taken back by his weapon's malice, the Hunter could only release breath through his nose. "Alright then. But, if something bad happens, do let me know."

Niffty quickly nodded her head upon hearing that. Just then, The Hunter saw Charlie and Vaggie walking down the flight of stairs, and they looked at him while he did the same. "Ah. It's good you arrived here on time, Hunter!" Charlie greeted him warmly.

"Just don't want to make a first bad impression," The Hunter admitted.

Vaggie was about to open her mouth when she immediately noticed the Hunter's Saw Cleaver on his back and his Hunter's Pistol holstered on his left hip. "Are those your weapons?" She asked.

"Yes," The Hunter responded.

The one-eyed woman could care less as to why he had them on. "You're not supposed to have those with you! It's going to give the customers a bad impression!"

"Vaggie, it's his first day here. Don't be harsh on him," Charlie reminded her girlfriend. "He might be aware that weapons are prohibited here. Besides, isn't he an extra security guard?"

The other girl did see a point in Charlie's statement. She sighed at this. "Fine. I guess you have a reason there. As for you..." She glared at the Hunter. "You're lucky that this is your first day on the job, so you get off scot-free for now. But, if I ever see those weapons on you again... you know what, forget it. You can keep your weapons as long as you don't warm anyone. Do I make myself clear?" She warned him with a stern tone.

"Noted," He nodded his head nonchalantly.

Charlie immediately clapped her hands, and the two turned their attention to her. "Alright, alright. Let's not get into an argument here." She focused on the Hunter. "Now, from this day, you are officially a member of the Hazbin Hotel! Welcome, Hunter!" For some reason, the Hunter felt an odd warmth spread throughout his body. He couldn't place it as to why.

Charlie and her friends were very friendly to him. All except for Alastor. From this day forward, he only hoped not to return to his old ways of yearning for the Hunt.

The Doll gave him some advice, and he took her advice close to his heart to help the hotel to the best of his abilities.

It's official. The Hunter is now a member/client of the Hazbin Hotel. But it seems like he has some unresolved trauma that is affecting him. I wonder how he would fair without his trauma playing up.

This is why he starts writing his thoughts on a journal he kept ever since the events of The Night of the Hunt. You can thank Mugiwara N0 Luffy's The Gunslinger for inspiring me to execute that concept. That way, it makes a ruthless killer like the Hunter be more human.

Hopefully, he would take the Doll's advice and start warming up to them. Even towards Alastor though he has to be cautious about it.

COME ON! I haven't seen anyone commenting on who the Hunter will interact!? This is a Bloodborne and Hazbin Hotel crossover fanfic, which are two very popular series in their own way.

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 by making a chapter the best I could while checking for any errors. Please feel free to give me a constructive criticism to make further imp

See ya all in the next chapter, motherfuckers!