Y/N POV:

I stared down at my hands, feeling a mix of confusion and disbelief. What just happened? How did I do that? A strange feeling crept up my spine, making me uneasy. Suddenly, something in the crowd caught my eye—two pairs of red deer ears sticking up.

"Strawberry Pimp Alastor?!" I thought, my heart sinking like a rock. This couldn't be real. I was in Hell. VIVZIEPOP'S Hell. The same place where Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss took place... My mind raced as I tried to figure it all out.

Just then, shadows swirled around me, and before I could blink, Alastor—the Radio Demon, my favorite character—materialized right in front of me. This had to be a dream. I stared at him, my jaw dropping in shock.

He grinned, his sharp teeth showing, and spoke in his familiar radio-static voice, "Why, hello there, little one! You're a new resident of Hell, am I correct? The name's Alastor! Pleasure to meet you, dear!" He took my hand and shook it, his grip surprisingly warm.

I was talking to Alastor. THE Radio Demon. This was unreal. "U-uh... it's nice to meet you, Alastor sir," I stammered.

"Quite the performance you had there, my dear! Say, you ARE quite young to be in Hell, of all places... How old are you, my dear?" He leaned closer, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. "Uh... I just turned 12... Mister..." I mumbled, feeling like I might disappear.

"Oh, no need for the formalities, my dear! Just Alastor is fine," he said cheerfully, which made me feel a bit more at ease.

As I tried to take everything in, I looked around at the colorful chaos. Demons of all shapes and sizes were bustling about—some laughing, some arguing, and others just acting strange. It felt like a wild carnival, and I was both excited and scared.

"Do you like it here?" Alastor asked, tilting his head. "It's quite entertaining if you know where to look!"

"Um, I guess?" I replied, still feeling out of place. "It's a little... overwhelming."

He laughed, a sound like crackling radio waves. "That's the spirit! Embrace the madness! You'll fit right in, trust me!" He spun me around dramatically, making my hair bounce. Then, I noticed something strange... it sounded like hissing.

"Oh my," he exclaimed as he looked up at my hair. "I-Is anything wrong, Alastor..?" I asked, starting to panic. "My, my! It appears you have some companions with you!" he said, chuckling. He pulled out a small mirror and handed it to me.

I opened it up, and I was horrified. My skin was pale, I had fangs, a forked tongue, and worst of all, two Y/H/C snakes were slithering in my hair. Was I Medusa now or something?!

"W-what AM I?!" I shouted.

"It appears you are some sort of snake demon, my dear. Judging by your color scheme and powers, you might be a very rare one, in fact..." he said while examining me, his smile never faltering.

"ANYWAY, it's not every day you meet a young soul in Hell. What brings you here?"

"I—I got shot during a shooting... I went to a theme park with my friends for my birthday, but..."

"Ah, it's your birthday? And you got KILLED on the EXACT day of your birth? How ironic! But despite that, happy birthday, dear." he said.

"T-thank you..?" I replied.

"Well, my dear, welcome to the wildest ride of your life! I shall take you somewhere you'll enjoy VERY much!"

Before I could respond, Alastor took my hand and started leading me toward a giant building with the name "Hazbin Hotel" on it. Ohhh shit. I was in for a wild ride.

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A/N: *sigh* Sorry for not being alive in like FOREVER. Love ya'll! <3

Love, ~Amy~ 💐