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Warning: OOC, random craziness, Error past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, sexual interaction and themes, racism mention, stuff children/teen shouldn't do, profanity, self-harm, suicidal moments, cheating, violence, smoking, drugs, alcohol, guns mention, animal death, cringe, bullying, yandere, musical/singing moments and bad flirts.

Error/Moxxie speaking

Voices/flashback/Text

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((Request by JazAspen and Dopadinho Request: (Inspired from a TikTok) What if Error becomes a sinner instead in which he becomes Vox. likely he would prolly choose a different path from the original Vox would've. I also wanna see how They're relationship with Alastor's is going to work out and the other two Vs. (What if by some chance of fate Error emerged as a sinner? It could be one that already exists or another completely original one, I'm just curious to see if it would end up in the Hazbin Hotel or simply continue living as usual XD)
Note: Using some plot point from a RP MistraltheSkelegirl  and I done. Decided to just add the two requests together.))

Error doesn't remember too much when they jump into the void. Well, at least remember all the parts of their human life to be granted a spot in Hell. Now how do they get their memories back? Simple.

Practically exploded the first day being in Hell. Apparently, that was the wake-up call to wake up.

It wasn't fun. But the crippling horrors of their former life of destroyer beat that. So, what should they do? All this knowledge they have. The powers they gain. The powers that return back. All of this at the tips of sharp digits. Could do anything they want. So, what do they do?

Be an electrician.

What? Okay sure not the first thing Error, well Vox, expected to do. But as Hell progressed in some areas of the Pride ring. Electricity and technology were one of them. A high demand for jobs. A higher one when tech and magic get mixed in. Well, their magic and abilities as Error they keep hidden. Only because they don't want a blasted headache. Get enough of that with rude, impatient customers.

Spoil pricks.

As time flies, being an electrician wasn't bad. Sure, the company they work at can be demanding of the many hours of work. Along with a jerk of boss. Learn to keep up with the many changes as the years pass. But can't complain too much. Plus, on the other hand, I got to pick up what they like to do again with sewing. In secret selling. At the beginning I didn't do it. But a companion they made, that surprised them, wanted to sell them. So, it was a secret business deal.

Plus, a little pleased with themselves naming it Flaw.

All and all they just go about their day working, avoid fights, handle rude customers, sew, eat chocolate, stare at these sharks that can creep them out and the daily life of Hell along with one odd day they don't think too much about. So, they are fine with this life. Of, course if they could they would prefer to have gone to one of those other rings. I mean possibly could but don't want to take a chance what would happen if they open a portal to those rings.

Maybe one day.

Vox at the apartment as they get dressed in casual wear. Goes to grab their work bag to carry along. We're times being called on their days off if they can take over a service ticket or if somebody is late. Right now, going to do a personal job in their free time. Button up the last button from their trench coat. Reach out to grab their blue scarf to wrap it around their neck. One of the few things that was able to come back when jumping in that void. Off they go as they lock the door.

Starts the day of their walk. Occasionally gets some looks. Either newbie, those living in the past still not understanding technology and even ones who already saw it before. Really don't see many sinners with walking TV heads.

If only it was that simple.

"Vox my fellow companion!"

Many sinners nearby started to scramble and hide away. The radio dial could be heard. Or if they spot red hair with little horns. A big smile on the face with a microphone staff.

The radio overlord demon himself.

One many fears as they took down many overlords.

The stories of deals being made and tied down to him.

The cannibal.

A monster.

Vox walks around the sinner.

A sinner who is not Vox companion. As they told them many, many times.

"That was rude Vox." Alastor spun around to keep up a walking pace to them.

"What rude is making up lies."

"What lies?"

"Companionship for one."

"That's horrible to say my walking toaster."

"Wow congratulations. You earn the observation badge." Turn their head to look at them. The screen change to a badge and children yelling out YAY!

Alastor smile but a twitch to not scowl. Yet, their eyes narrowed at them. Vox was someone they met by accident. The TV head was surprised as the only films they have watched in the past were in the theaters. Or the small black and white ones. Not their favorite thing to do but can in a way see why it benefits others. Like podcast radio show bringing out the show for the eyes to see. Imagination is fun as well. The TV they are fine with was the disgusting technology slipping through to take over. So, why not have a set of eyes to keep a good eye on before it gets out of control. Another thing is, well, Vox wasn't terrified of them.

Quite frankly the TV just didn't seem to care.

An odd sinner so to speak. One that can bring interesting results. Fun. Who knows? Even had a ridiculous notion they threw out of possibility to working together.

Which Vox said no?

That isn't something Alastor was used to hearing all the time. It irritated them. The TV just didn't look like they cared at all about such a thing. Fine just doing such a job as being an electrician. They just don't understand.

Whelp time to fix that. Along with show how much they really don't like the word lately. Plus, they were being rude at first. Can at least try one more time.

"Now excuse me I have to go do a job." Move a little faster in their steps. "Before you asked again. I'm not working for you."

Alastor gets in front of Vox that made them halt to stop walking. "Come now. Radio and TV can do so much together. Why I can lead you on the right path your sour face one. With my powers, charms, social skills, voluntary workers and gracious smile all be good so far. I mean many in the TV and nasty tech industries piling fast to see which brand will be the top of Pride. Will already have a head start since I'm an overlord as well."

"I'm not interested." Side step away from the pestering salesman.

"Vox." Another twitch. "Think about this."

"I want nothing to do with you. I don't want anything to do with you or that club scouts."

"You mean the overlords?"

"Now, excuse me since one of us has to pay rent for an apartment." Not like money is a big issue. Just really doesn't want to be around him much longer.

SWIPE!

A black tendril surrounded in magic slice through the neck. The TV slams down onto the pavement. The screen shattered, with the edges bent. The body stayed still not able to see the neck with the scarf covering. Parts of the fabric start to get stained red and black.

Alastor dial eyes turn back to normal as the tendril return back to the body. Grip the staff a little too tightly. Blink at what they just did. Too lose their temper like that. Well, can only handle so many job rejections and deals. Turn around to rub their chin. "Oops that doesn't help me very much."

The body standing still twitches. Then the limp hand on their side turns to a fist.

"Now I think about it. All regenerations can be painful. I wonder how painful it'll be to regrow a TV back. Does that even work?" Alastor rubs his chin. Eyes widen feeling a burst of light, plus the shadow of their outline. Turn their head to see.

Burst out from the neck area was blue-white energy. It was hard to describe if it was electricity or magic itself. Ball up together until it starts to form in humanoid like shape head, hair of sorts. At least the outline of it. Turn their head to see a pair of glowing eyes just like you would see on the screen. Then a 'mouth' opens.

"That wasn't very nice."

Before Alastor had time to react. Well, let's just say they were blasting off into the sky like their body was being stabbed. Then impact the ground. Very, very far away mind you. So, much pain. He could barely move as the shocking sensation wouldn't stop. The fist from the impact still can be felt on their cheekbones.

Well, now Vox just made this very, very interesting. Along with wanting to control such a wild force of power.

He wanted to laugh but it was quite painful to do that. Not the fun kind. Just going to lay here till it passed.

Vox grumbles as they grab the TV. Dammit you know how hard it is to find this brand?

((Request by: _whost_here_ Request: Moxxie forgetting to hide his magic and casually using it in front of the other I.M.P. members but they don't know whether or not it actually happened, so they just casually go about their day and in their heads, they are like what the 🐟))

Now IMP is used to seeing weird stuff. Part of the package deal of the shit-storm of society they live in. Of course there are different types of weird. They're weird. Then they're unnatural. Odd.

Millie stare at Moxxie just walking to the side other side of the room. A few words not slipping out their mouth. Words directed to either Blitz or Loona as they are doing their work. Again. Nothing unusual about that. Until Moxxie wave their hands and this huge dragon ass skull just appareled in the room. Paper on top of their snout.

The country gal had to rub her eyes if she saw things. I mean the thing look it glitching. That is not normal. Plus, it didn't look like it was hurting Moxxie. Rub her eyes again to see it was gone. Moxxie gave them an odd look.

"You good?"

"Yeah, I'm probably going to need to work on my sleep schedule."

"Huh. The other two said the same thing." Well Loona added a few insults but didn't bother to listen to them.

"Why that?"

"Something about floating in the air. The other being chased by bones."

Yep, today is one of those weird days after all.

((Request by JPBluePj Request: What if error is not an imp in hell? What if he was a cat demon? A tiny and fluffy black cat, cause I think he always act like a cat. And also because sometime he reminded me of my favorite LoL champion like Veigar, that's make me want to see Error as a black cat. I'm sure he's gonna be so cute and fluffy!
Note: I didn't make them tiny in this one but not crazy tall either.))

You know what Error can get it. They pissed of many, many people. I mean not on purpose. Okay the ones on purpose would have been when they were insane. Can only blame them so much. After they tried again. Again. And again, to get others to listen about the stupid balance. Nope. Don't believe them.

Fine.

So, how come they jumped in the Void to end it all? Only to end up in some alleyway. Really not the worst place they were thrown into. If a bit disappointed the void didn't do the job. Well, actually did the job along with other alterations in this new realm.

A bloody cat of all things.

At that point they didn't care anymore. Just wanted to be left alone. To contemplate what their next step should be after doing a quick search of this world. A hint of relief to not be part of a balance. Of course, some confusion as the codes start to glitch up and drop. After reopening it again there were a few surprises as they now limit how far the codes will allow them to search. Magic reopens. Along with a note.

Live.

Wow! Thanks a lot for the spectacular advice! Let out a little hiss of frustration.

"Hey look it's a pussy cat."

"Wow such great eye sight."

"Shut it. Think they're a hooker?"

"In that wardrobe? Look like going to a DnD event."

"How the fuck do you know what that is?"

"Called internet you moron."

"You're a moron!"

While the sinners talk it over Moxxie was already long gone when they jump on to a hanging ladder. Began to climb up to get away from the weirdos. Really just want to be away from everyone. At least this time won't be surrounded in just white. Once they reach the top of the roof they glance up at the red skies and the pentagram. Of course, red was on those colors that were hit or miss. Barely bothered to look at the two moon shaped orbs but the rest of this 'Pride' ring. As much as they could see, the building wasn't too big. But enough to show them it was big. Along with a lot of things happening in certain areas along with sounds like destruction, explosions, lights, the smell and just a shit show in general. All and all it was big. Good.

Can avoid everyone.

That's what they want. Why? Aren't they tired enough being alone like in that white room? Of course, no one would get it as they weren't alone. Would have those blasted voices. Able to watch their favorite show. Then there were their puppet companions. The times to go in space and had the stars. Your friends? The Charas?

Lower their which hat down, kept the scarf tightly close around their neck. Look down at their hands that were in these gloves. Pull them off to not see a cat paw. The sur stop at the wrist. The hands were the same colors as fur. Long claw hands. Stare at the tips of the sharp ends of their fingers that were blue. Push a bit of magic as it starts to glow that same familiar blue. That was still apart of them. Even on their furry face. Put the glove back over to see the sharp tip glow just like their hand was doing. Stop it and soon it stops glowing. Will look into that later. Then he starts to jump to the next building.

Let's see what place they can find to live in.

A few weeks later.

"Wait! Let me pet you!"

Kick a trash can at the nutjob and they fell over. Nutcases these demons are. Go pet someone else!

Well, they found a tiny studio apartment. Just something as simple as possible. Simple. Small. The couch turns into a bed. Don't need to sleep in to begin with besides laying on it lazily to watch TV. Some housing issues don't bother them as long as the stove works, no neighbors bother them. Made sure nobody would ever get in. Stay cooped up in that apartment and they were fine with that. Watch TV. Got to sew with the materials they had in the inventory. Relax.

Except for today.

Just had to watch that blasted chocolate tutorial for a treat. Force themselves out to shop. Might as well get anything else they need for their apartment. One point when buying the apartment bought a phone. One of those cheap ones. Didn't want to touch those other flashy phones that scream will go in your privacy. Well, you could fix that. But find what they got and can mess with it. Put new parts in. They bought a used laptop too. A lot of sewing materials. A few pots and pans for the things they wanted to bake. Put all of this in their inventory box after buying of course.

Right now, they're about ready to go home. As they had their fill with demon socializing. No, being around them in. Didn't even get time to take a step inside the grocery store. Why? Apparently, no one understands space and this 'cat' doesn't like to be pet. No, petting. No, touching of any sort. Everywhere they gone! There not even like one of those cute, tiny little fluffy jerks. Just well tall. Okay not tall like before as a skeleton but 5'5. So, average.

Got to give them credit to not have a panic attack yet. Doesn't even want to know what will happen if they crashed in this form.

Grumble to grab the basket. Walk to the baking good aisles. Get as many baking supplies as they need. On a few occasions passing something else even if they don't need to eat it. Mind went to that little voice that was a bit annoying but would listen of sorts. Grumble getting things like pasta, some fish didn't bother to figure out what it was, and a few vegetables. Got to the baking aisle finally and put what they need in the basket

No, what maybe they'll set up that delivery app to never do this again. Not a bad idea. Wait. They got a great idea if it can work. They'll open a portal and get one of those coco beans. Can grow it in secret. Spectacular!

"Meow~ what a pretty scarf?"

Note to self. Never leaving the apartment. Felt their scarf get grabbed. Snatch the hand fast. Turn with a cold glare ready to leave one last warning.

It, well she, was a feline. Height was close to theirs while they were a bit taller. Dark orange fur is the main color. Until you look at their reddish-brown wavy long hair on top of her head a pair of cats-like ears. Notice a bushy tail with the ends being the color like her hair. Same with parts of her arms to give it appearance like a glove. Frilled and flirty off the shoulder crop top with a pair of skinny tight ripped jeans. Wore a collar with a bell in in the center. She was holding a basket with a few things. Cat-like eyes blink and let loose a teasing look. "Oh, a kitty like me."

Stare at them and let their arm go. "Don't touch me."

"I only wanted to touch your scarf."

"Which is on me." Roll their eyes and look back at the ingredients. Glance back to see her still looking. "Need me to move?"

"No, I'm good at what I'm eyeing."

Eyes narrowed to wrap their scarf tighter around their neck. Put the ingredients in the basket. Only response a giggle.

"Not that but I wouldn't mind playing with it too." A purr let out.

"Go buy yourself one then." Walk past her. Just got another giggle. Didn't bother to look back at her but went to continue the rest of their shopping. No, other trouble as they go to check out. Grab their supplies. Goes to head straight home that's the plan.

"Stop it! No, that's mine!"

"Shut it bitch before I give you another one!"

"No!"

Stop as a sinner run past by them carrying a small purse of sorts down the alleyway. Then their ears picked up some sniffling. Glance to the side and foot away was that feline as she on the ground. Look at the ground of scattered good. Spilled juice. A few packages just broke. Eyes look at the girl rubbing her cheek and notice the bruise around the black eye.

"Bloody bitch didn't even have much. Think with someone body like-Hey hands off me!" Turn around and didn't get time to scream.

Summer tries to grab anything that was salvageable. It wasn't a lot. Which didn't make her day better. Couldn't buy anything else as that punk took their purse. There wasn't much left to begin. A lot of her pay went their apartment. Both she and Dia shared together. Times like this wonder if she should go back to that horrid studio. Mind went to that sickening smile as she shook her head fast to not let tears of frustration come out. No, you paid off the deal. Both of you did. Just need to wait for the next paycheck is all.

A purse drops right in front her.

A startled meow  come out her lips. Eyes widened seeing at it was her purse. Look up to see it was that very serious demon from before. Mouth open until they handed her a bag. Just push in her hands.

"They don't do damaged returns." Glance around as they start to walk away.

"W-Wait!"

Stop as they held back a sigh.

"Why you do that?"

"It's your stuff." Goes to take another step.

"That it?"

For peak sake is doing something nice that is rare down here. Turn back around to see her stand up. Held the bag, along with the salvageable one. Along with her purse. Look that surprised if some suspicions. "Yes, that it. I'm going now."

Didn't even get a few steps in.

"Wait!"

A low hiss of annoyance. Until suddenly a piece of paper was put in their hand. Small tension but stare at it. Confused about the numbers.

"Call if you ever want a thank you gift. My partner wouldn't mind as well." A little purr like giggle. Starts to walk away with her stuff. When she got home to tell the day to her girlfriend. Extra shock at the amount of money that wasn't there before in the purse.

Error stood there very confused. "Why would her partner give a thank you gift? I don't even want a thank you gift. That makes no sense."

Just done with today go back home. Didn't bother to look at the alleyway direction of the mess they left. The thief's body is not regenerating at all.

But who cares? Time to go make that chocolate treat!

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