August 30, 1986. Steve's least favorite day.

Well, any day after June 7th, 1967 was Steve's least favorite day, because that was when his mother died and his father decided the best course of action was to involve himself and his son in a life of crime.

So, here Steve was, in some random apartment in New York they were loitering in, surrounded with a bunch of crap they stole to resell later at a higher price when the original stock runs dry.

And drugs. So many drugs.

Steve's fellow partner in crime and the guy he reluctantly calls his best friend, Steven (Some Chinese guy who took the name when he got here. And yes, he gets the fucking connection, everyone else needed to stop pointing it out,) took out a Mintendo Entertainment System out of a pile, "Hey! Steve! Can I play something on this?"

Steve scowled, "Those things make a bunch of money, don't break that."

Mintendo was some Japanese company Steve had never heard of before the MES became a big thing and ended up dominating the American games market.

So obviously, Steve had like 3 of them.

Arcades were a source of entertainment for Steve since he was very young, and he ended up being very fond of electrical gaming. And besides, he had to spend his money on a hobby that wouldn't get him caught by the police, and what's better than a hobby that keeps you inside the house, undetectable?

As such, Steve's personal home that he took special care to make sure it wasn't raided was filled with a whole bunch of gaming consoles and games.

It was also filled with a bunch of drugs, but that was something else.

Steve sighed, "Plug it into the TV here, I think we have a cartridge of Mario somewhere…"

Steve wasn't going to play himself, obviously. He beat the original Mario game like, 12 times already, going for the fastest time possible. But Steven was a clown, and clowns were funny to watch.

"I don't know how to plug this in," Steven told Steve.

Chinese clowns were less funny to watch, Steve decided.

Steve groaned, standing up and taking the console out of Steven's hands.

Steven seemed very happy, as he ended up reaching into a cardboard box filled with what was probably cocaine.

Plugging everything in, Steve booted up the TV and console, the visage of Mario coming on screen.

Dusting his hands, Steve turned to Steven, "Hey, Steven, your game is ready. You can-"

Steve interrupted himself as he groaned at the sight of Steven EATING cocaine. How did someone fuck up snorting cocaine? Steve swore that Steven would've snorted alcohol, if he had a bottle lying around here.

Steven didn't seem too concerned, however, as he cheerfully sat down in front of the television and took the controller, "Yay! Thank you, Steve!"

Steve clicked his tongue as he sat down in a nearby chair, "No problem, let me watch you."

It wasn't as though their delivery was due anytime soon. They had about an hour or two to kill. And no way the NYPD was going to show up in this shithole, they probably didn't even know Steve existed.

Steven began the first stage of Mario, and he passed the first goomba fairly easily. Thank God that Steven is a real person and not a baby. If Steven was retarded, Steve might've had to rescind his christianity because he wouldn't be able to believe in a God that allowed Steven to exist.

Then Steven fell down a hole and died.

"FUCK!" Steven loudly shouted, stomping on the floor.

Well, maybe God did allow for his most moronic children to exist.

"Quiet the fuck down!" Steve whisper-shouted at him, "Our neighbors will hear us, you dumbass!"

Steven snarled, "Sorry, my bad. I'll try again."

Steven tried again.

He fell again.

Steven didn't shout this time, but he did grab another pack of cocaine.

Steve raised an eyebrow, "I don't even do drugs and I feel like I'm about to be disgusted by what you're about to do."

Steve's prediction was completely right as Steven put his hand in the plastic bag, took out some cocaine, and sniffed it.

Didn't snort it. Sniffed it. Smelled it. Didn't come in contact with his nose.

AND PUT IT BACK IN THE BAG.

"What state of China are you from?" Steve asked out of sheer curiosity as to what part of China could produce such a shameful person.

Steven looked at him confusedly, "I'm from California, not China."

…Well, it sounds like California did themselves a favor by sending Steven to New York.

Steve sighed, "Alright, I guess you are an American…"

A stupid one.

Steven smiled, and went back to the game. He passed the first level with flying stars, and literally a minute into the second level, he died to a goomba.

Steve couldn't hold back his laughter, "Hahaha! You idiot! How do you die to a goomba-"

Steve immediately stopped laughing. He felt colder all of a sudden.

Steve's eyes shifted down to his chest.

Steven stabbed him with a kitchen knife directly to his heart.

The pain registered in Steve's brain, but he didn't scream. His father taught him not to scream.

Instead, Steve fell down, landing on his back with an unceremonious thud.

Steven seems to have realized what he did, and panicked, "Steve! Wait! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"

…This was why Steve absolutely hated drug addicts. The stupidest fucking morons on this planet. He detests all those animals who believe they could just deny reality with useless plants.

If Steve had a singular wish that he could ask God, it would be to annihilate that abhorrent stain on humanity.

However… It seems as though his sins have finally caught up to him, and all he could do now was die.

On August 30, 1986, Steve Poulter died of a fatal stab wound.

The next sensation Steve felt was of falling.

Steve was pretty sure he died. He was a Christian and believed in Heaven and Hell. It would make sense that Steve would be sent to hell. He was a sinner, after all, and didn't actively attempt to improve his life for the better.

So, when his body began to feel the increase in heat, Steve did not reject it. It was his punishment for his life on Earth.

But then, Steve's body began to painfully shift.

Steve screamed as every muscle in his body moved to unnatural places, being replaced with something. His head grew three sizes, his arms became longer, his legs skinnier, his feet bigger. Steve was no longer Steve, becoming something he couldn't even recognize to be Steve.

And through it all, Steve had to fall through the pains of having his body shift.

Until, eventually, he landed onto the floor unceremoniously.

How long was Steve lying down for? Trying to comprehend what had happened to his body?

It could've been a few minutes. An hour, maybe. But eventually, Steve finally found the courage to speak into the air.

"Where…" Steve began, but immediately stopped as the feeling of wrongness washed over his mouth.

He didn't even sound human. It was more like… Some terrible screeching you would hear from a machine. It was still English, sure. But it wasn't human.

He tried to blink, but he had no eyelids.

He had no eyelids.

Steve tried to forcibly shut his eyes close with his hands- Why are his fingers the color of the rainbow?

Steve stopped moving as he tried to comprehend his hand- Was it even his hand?

Steve experimentally tried moving his fingers, finding that they all responded to his commands. It was his hand, but…

His hand was blue, and his arm was like a massive wire that began at his body light blue and got progressively darker as it went to his hands. Then, his fingers were the colors of the rainbow. But at the very least, he still had 5 fingers.

This prompted him to finally sit up and look at the rest of his body, momentarily forgetting his issue of not being able to close his eyes.

Just a glance could easily tell you that Steve was no longer human. From the neck down, his primary color scheme was green. His chest was now a rectangle, which carried his arms, But below that rectangle was his slim body, which led… Into a skirt?

Steve tried touching his 'skirt,' finding that the skirt was actually a part of his body. It was unnatural and absolutely incomprehensible to his formerly human brain to have such a large amount of… "Skin" to be like this.

Then, his legs were red, starting dark and moving lighter as it got to his feet.

And his feet are giant red squares. Barely even pointed.

He tried to wiggle his toes-

He had no toes.

Steve's pace of breathing started to pick up, how could he look like this? Why did he look like this?

Where is he?

Steve finally looked around for the first time, and it was instantly obvious to him where he was just by looking at the other residents around.

They were all monsters of various shapes and sizes. He could see them all casually doing their own thing. Some of them were just walking, there was one couple having sex in the streets, another was feasting on another person.

They were all sinners.

Steve was in hell.

With that final realization, Steve finally had the courage to pick himself up. It was difficult, seeing the state of his legs, but at the very least, he still had two arms and two legs.

Something that seemed to be missing from more than a few residents here.

Steve slowly began to walk, trying to get used to his body, but…

It all felt so dull.

He felt as though someone turned his senses down to half, as nothing felt as it should. It was eerily familiar to that feeling when your leg was asleep and you couldn't feel it. But over his entire body.

Eventually, Steve found a reflective window in one of the buildings nearby.

Why are there buildings in hell? Wasn't this place meant to be an eternal punishment?

But Steve couldn't sit to ponder such questions. He had to look at his face.

Walking up to the window, Steve finally saw his entire body for the first time.

His face was a giant green rectangle. His eyes were that of three colors, red, green, and blue. He had some sort of odd protrusion sticking out of the top of his head. If Steve focused on it, he could feel it.

And his teeth, which were on an oval below his rectangular head which lead into his neck, were toothy and sharp.

And his green neck was being held up by two odd sticks, coming out of his chest.

He wasn't human anymore, he was like… Some sort of mechanical robot.

Steve stared at himself for a long time, trying to connect the… Thing in the window, to the body he was in.

"I…" Steve tried to say, stopping himself as he still didn't recognize the voice coming out of his throat.

He hated this body. Green is his father's favorite color. He used it everywhere he could, making sure everyone knew his favorite color.

It was Steve's least favorite color because of it.

Steve stared back at his body, looking at all the flaws in it. Why did he have an in-built skirt? Why were his fingers rainbow-colored? Why were his feet squares? He moved his arms, and… He could change the length of his arms. It was disgusting.

He was disgusting.

"Hm, are you a new guy?" A woman's voice came from beside him, causing him to turn his head.

When he turned his head, the rest of his body didn't turn with him.

Steve yelped as he realized it, forcing his body to behave as a human would.

The lady chuckled, "Ah, so you are new."

Steve warily looked at the person speaking to him.

It was a beautiful woman that was not a human either. She had light purple skin, two big wings that were black on the outside and purple on the inside, and she had a tail that turned into a heart as it progressed to its end.

Additionally, she was wearing some sort of witch's outfit. Her entire style was black, and her witch hat was massive, with the tip of the hat having a massive claw on it. Her hat also had two eyes that seemed to be staring directly at Steve.

She was hot. That was basically all Steve could think of when he looked at her.

"Are you…" Steve tried to say, getting more used to his unnatural voice, "...A demon?"

She chuckled, seemingly amused by his hesitance in speaking, "Yes, to be more specific, I'm a succubus. My name is Mehira, and you are?"

"...Steve," He said.

Mehira raised an eyebrow, "You don't sound sure."

He turned back to his reflection, specifically making sure his entire body moved with it, "I don't like how I look."

"No sinner likes the way they look initially, that's your first punishment. But you'll get used to it sooner or later," Mehira informed.

Steve looked towards Mehira, "You look good though?"

Mehira laughed, "I was born here, idiot. I'm not a sinner, I'm hellborn. You're a sinner."

…Ah. That made sense. This was his punishment, after all…

Steve looked around the area. It was distinctively a city, but it was almost entirely red. Just like what he would expect a city in hell to look like. And it left him confused, "What do I do now?"

Mehira shrugged, "Eh, whatever you want. Though, I was going to a bar. You wanna come with me?"

"Can you tell me more about this place?" Steve asked, desperate to understand anything.

Mehira nodded, "Sure. Here, follow me."

Mehira started to move, and Steve followed along obediently.

During the walk, Mehira made one last comment, "Oh, and by the way, if nobody's told you yet…"

"Welcome to hell."

AN:

You know, Hazbin's hell is a pretty interesting place. You would think that there would be more people writing OCs for it, but maybe it's just my luck, but I don't see that many "New Overlord just starting out" stories.

And so, this fic was born out of the want to see what would happen if a total loser decided to become an Overlord. And I decided that a gaming Overlord would be pretty good.

Though, this is probably the most "Serious" it'll ever be, since I'm not that much of an angst writer. Sure, some absolutely terrible things will happen, but it'll all be swept under "It's hell."

And what's the point of being Overlord if you can't enjoy yourself?

So anyways, I'll pre-write this fic to the point that Steve becomes Plaze, and then I'll upload it weekly. After Plaze is set up, uploads will become pretty sparse because now I'll have 3 long fics I'm working on at once.

[Lmao I made 3 chapters in 1 day. We're good.]

And by the way, here's the MS Paint I made of both Plaze and Mehira.

Plaze I made from scratch, Mehira I just traced from the character whose name I stole, Mehira.

[Unfortunately, FFN doesn't allow images. You'll have to go to Ao3. It's the same name.]

[And if you want to talk to me for whatever reason, I've got my own Discord server. The invite link is in my profile.]