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** -thoughts
You stood at the steps at the famous hazbin hotel. Rusted and old, the red doors creaked open and the fall boards shook with every step making it very known that you had walked through the door. You hear a loud squeal and you felt arms wrapping around, the daughter of hell “Charlie” had had scoped you up like nothing in her hands.
“Oh my gosh a new guest!! HI ITS VERY NICE TO MEET YOU” she yells swinging you around and dropping you to your feet
“Hello my name is y/n it’s very nice to meet you miss morningstar” you said calming, a wide smile plastered on your face as you look behind her to see all the new faces, a very tall spider, a sulky cat and a tiny cyclops climbing the RADIO DEMON! You heard about him on the news and through the walls of your neighbours, You were quickly snapped back to Charlie as she started to talk
“Wow you’re so pretty” she says bouncing “are you here for redemption!? OH that’s so exciting we’re glad to have you here!” You almost get blinded by how bright her eyes shine.
“Redemption?” Your voice was quite, *is there actually such thing as redemption I thought it was just a regular hotel possibly a brothal* “I was actually hoping a could get a job here perhaps as a singer?” You questioned nervously picking at the fur on your arms
“A singer?!” She gasps
“Yeah um I used to be a singer when I was human so I thought maybe I should use the those skills here maybe start to earn something here” you stood awkwardly making hand gestures every now and then, you weren’t good at the whole talking thing every gig you had was offered to you not the other way around.
“Oh wow! So you aren’t hell born thats okay I’m kind of the only one here in this hotel that isn’t” she laughs uncomfortably rubbing the back of her neck. You both just stare at each other for a bit as you start to hear static behind you, turning around fast from the scare you see the radio demon standing right behind you staring into your soul
“Hellooo new one, my name is Alastor I am the host here are you perhaps were for redemption” again with this redemption thing you thought mentally making a confused face but physically you were stunned, mouth slightly opened trying to form some sort of words all you could think of was the menacing stare he was making it was almost alluring… you quickly shook off that thought as Charlie butted in the save your life
“This is y/n she’s going to a singer/ performer here from now on” your face light up as Charlie spoke *Yes! Yes! Yes!* You smiled widely as you shook your head in validation. “And I was also going to start this redemption plan thingy I don’t know what you mean by redemption Charlie but it sounds fun” Charlie looked at you warming as your arm did a little Sailor swing and you tried to make yourself appear taller although you hardly reached shoulder height next to Charlie.
“A singerrr?” Alastor dropped his head to his shoulder “Oh how great! Now our new incoming guest have something to do other than wait miserably for the exercises” she clapped his hands together as both you and Charlie suddenly teleported to the bar where 6 others sat. You stood awkwardly holding your hands together occasionally clicking your long black nails together, gaining attention from the spider that introduced himself as “angel dust but just angel for short”
“Well it’s very big pleasure to meet you all, my name is Y/n and like Charlie said I’ll be the new performer here” you looked around hoping to find some sort of emotions from the audience. You got a nervous stare from the snake sir Pentious, a happy smile from both cherri and angel and a high sped round of applause from niffty *how is she doing that?* and a blank stare from husk as he took another gulp from his bottle
“So like you can see us and all” Husk raised his hand to sway it infront of your eyes”
“HUSK stop that’s rudeee” Charlie hummed embarrassed
“No no it’s okay, to answer your question yes I can still see you, I have the ability to see even with my eyes closed because-“ you cut yourself off nearly spilling one of your biggest insecurities, your eyes you hated your eyes so much because if being a pasty innocent deer with massive white horns with crystal stuck to them wasn’t enough you had these insane eyes that for some hellish reason hypnosisd other sinners when looked into for too long. Your appearance was the whole reason for your hiding, as soon as you looked in the mirror for the first time and being mistaken as an angel fallen from heaven by another sinner was like your 13th reason why. You were snapped back into reality when you heard laughing from angel and the comments from the others of how you and alastor looked alike you know that the whole deer appearance, angel continued to giggle as you started up too, even when you were human you had a little tic to you that whenever someone would laugh you would start to join in for no reason what so ever, even when the joke wasn’t funny if they were laughing genuinely so were you. Alastor started to laugh too, the buzz of his laughter shook your core and you started to feel arousal grow in your lower stomach *what the hell, I can’t be getting the hots with the radio demon* you felt your face start to get a little heated…
“Well! Why don’t we hear you sing, if your regular talking voice sounds beautiful then I’m sure you singing voice is better” Alastor finishes his sentence with a tiny growl *Oh god i think I’m going crazy, wait beautiful? Is he flirting with me*
“Sure! I can do that for you guys! Do you have a mic or stage In here” you turn around with your index finger on your thick lips, the sound of your heels clicking on the floor as you spun
“Yes! We have one in your exercise room!” Charlie clapped and lead the way for everyone.
You stood silently on the stage “well what do you want me to sing”
“Sing whatever you know!” Charlie sat in a small chair with her head held high waiting.
“Okay umm here I go” you fiddled with the mics cord wrapping it around your hands and your arm, a little habit you developed when your performed in your human years
And trumpet started to play..
Femme Fatale by Mon Laferte (just act like it wasn’t produced in 2025) your most favourite song to sing when you were alive.
"La femme fatale", dice un titular
Con bastante liviandad
Como si me conocieran
Si soy negro en primavera
Welcome, el show debe continuar”
You were an immigrant to America in 1920 after fleeing your war ridden home country you had to home with a big family of Spanish immigrants, and you performed at bars that housed many cultures mainly being hispanic, so you being the kind soul (maybe not considering you ended up in hell) you learnt the common language, you already knew English but it was nice to be considered multilingual..
“Llevo el caos de promesa con mis labios
Un poema en letal revolución
No tengo nada que perder, que arda el mundo
Yo quería que me amaran, nada más”
The words rolled off your tongue liked honey your blood rushing god you missed performing so much, the sound of your heels was so familiar and the moment of your hips was a second nature. You finished your ending note like you hadn’t belted the whole song, you stood smiling heavy breathing your little deer tail wagging for the first time in hell. The others stood jaws to the fall, Vaggie was the first to clap whispering beautiful in Spanish under her breath. Angel and cherri were like a cheer squad jumping up and down screaming for an encore. You giggled into the mic feeling yourself get shy, you and alastor made eye contact for a short moment, if you had held it any longer you could’ve sworn that you would’ve jumped him right then and there.
You were dragged off the stage and into a hug by Charlie who then started to ramble about what room you’ll be in and how you’re going to to have so much fun here. Alastor was the only one left in the room when his mind started to wander,
“Maybe we really aren’t that different..” he trailed off then disappearing in a puff of green smoke.