So, this chapter will be extremely short because it's only going to be focusing on the Hunter's reflection of his unintentional consequence of his killings of a thousand Exorcists.

Yeah, I fucked up the lore. But as some people said, as quoted by HalfWitHillbilly, "you did what you could with the knowledge you have. Many fics out there have completely detached from the main source yet are still pretty good. It's all on what you yourself believe would be the best for your story. And if a few people disagree, incredibly rudely? Fuck em, they ain't writing the story, you are. It's all on you."

Him, along with jousemode, Imaginary Guy 117, Librarian343, ricky117, Ishouldbeworkingnow, lovedalton, Hi22485, RomanWolfEater, triscythe59, and Khristopher Blade. You guys/gals have inspired me to continue.

One more thing to note is that this fanfiction will only be focusing on the Hazbin Hotel part. So, if some or most of you are expecting "Helluva Boss" then no it won't be here. It'll be on my new fanfiction, Cabooose's Guide to make Friends in Hell, which is a three crossover with Red vs Blue and the mentioned two series before.

Now then, onto the chapter.

A Hunter's Guide for Running a Hotel

VI

Becoming the First Hunter

Ninety-two Days until the Next Extermination

The Hunter opened the doors to the workshop in the Hunter's Dream and saw the Doll wiping the altar to get rid of dust. He stood there until she noticed him standing in the doorway. His friend turned to him. "Welcome home, Good Hunter."

"It's good to see you again, friend," He spoke. "But I am not here to rest." He started to walk over to her. "I am here as I need a word of advice."

"Anything I can give you," She spoke as the Hunter stood when he was near her. "What advice do you need?"

"What do you do when an entire civilisation is doomed because of your actions?" The Hunter asked suddenly.

The Doll hummed at his words. By hearing his voice, she could tell that it was urgent. "Why are you asking me?"

"Remember what you said about how 'killings never go unnoticed'?" The Good Hunter reminded her, to which she nodded. "I fear as though I have just doomed the entirety of Hell because of me killing a thousand Exorcists in three years."

"Ah, is that why you asked me that question, Good Hunter?" The Doll questioned him with a bland tone.

The Hunter looked at her, and his red eyes confirmed it. "Yes. Although it going to satiate my yearning for blood and the Thrill of the Hunt, I completely disregarded the safety of the people of Hell. Now, they will do another Extermination day in three months." He let out a solemn sigh. "I'm always causing problems because of my nature." He bitterly remarked.

The Plain Doll could hear the remorse in his tone. She can tell he had already reflected on his actions during his three years in Hell. Despite being so harsh and formidable, she knew that deep down, he felt guilty for dooming an entire nation. Even if it was unintentional. She placed a hand on his hands and gently held them. "You carry a lot of burdens over your shoulder, Good Hunter. Are you going to fight for the people of Hell to make amends for your actions?"

"If I can find another purpose other than making more tension between Heaven and Hell that will lead to an all-out Genocide, then I will." The Hunter confirmed. "I am willing to give my life even if I protect those who did bad things."

His smile gave him a small smile. Seeing him determined to fix the problem he caused made the Doll want to support him unconditionally. "If you are willing to protect Hell from the Exorcists, then you shall take up Gehrman's mantle. As the First Hunter."

The Hunter looked at her upon hearing what she said. That title symbolises a Hunter who taught those under their guidance everything they knew. Gehrman was the first, and after the Hunter slayed him to set him free from this Dream, the end of the Last Night of the Hunt. Now, he is up against the Forces of Heaven that would only kill all the people of Hell because of his actions. Knowing this, he'd only look up to Charlie Morningstar for advice.

He looked back at the plain Doll. "Do I use my full strength to protect them?"

"You may have to whenever it doesn't go how you intend." His friend advised him.

The Hunter was delighted to hear the Doll's statement. He gently freed his hands from her grasp and touched her right shoulder. "Thank you once again for your advice, my friend. I must return to the waking world."

He put his hand down and turned to the open doorway. He started to walk out and headed back, but only after stopping when he glanced at the Doll again. "You should visit me in the Hazbin Hotel at some point. I think they'll be happy to meet someone like you."

The Doll gently chuckled at his comment. "If that is what you wished." The Hunter exited from the workshop and into the waking world.

Hope you guys enjoy it.

And it looks like the Good Hunter is now officially taking the Mantle of the First Hunter? I wonder how that goes?

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 improvements.

If there's any suggestion, then please feel free to put it down below.

See ya all in the next chapter, motherfuckers!