"Hey, watch where you're driving!!"

"Asshole! Almost ran over me!"

"No wonder you're down here, jerk!"

Countless complaints flashed by the speeding car, your apologies harshly rejected by the rightfully angry mobs. Embarrassed and tired of being yelled at, you sunk down into your car seat, not wanting to be seen by anyone. "Move outta the fuckin' way dipshits! Unless you wanna get ran over!" Angel yelled out the window, slamming the horn while still lazily steering. "I know this is Hell and all, but would it kill you to not drive like an absolute lunatic?!" you screamed at him, his eyes rolling at your scolding. "Babe, I'm taking you to a hotel purely out of the goodness of my heart! Maybe a bit less with the criticism, and a whole lot more with the praises." he replied angrily, making a sharp turn into a different street, almost hitting a demon with a baby carriage. Thankfully the seatbelts still worked... "Did you see that?! That woman had an infant with her! A. Literal. Baby." you pointed back, desperately trying to prove a point.

"Yeah, so?" he asked, still driving like a complete mad lad. "So? So?! You were about one second off from hitting them!!" your voice screeched, cracking from the strain. "Well I guess it's their fuckin' lucky day!" his sarcasm rung, faking a smile but then turning it into a scowl. The car suddenly hit a hard bump, an agonizing groan following soon after. That made your blood run cold, a ghastly feeling could be felt in your stomach. "Guess it wasn't that guy's lucky day...!" Angel giggled like a little school girl, as if he were used to this sort of event. Sinking lower into your torn-up seat, beads of sweat began to appear on your head, the thought of something similar happening to you made you feel extremely ill. Somehow, even with all of the chaos surrounding you, you managed to fall asleep. 

.

.

.

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Running.

Don't stop running.

It will catch you.

Don't breathe.

Sharply inhaling and exhaling, your fragile legs struggled to keep up with your racing mind. The thumps of your heart sounded more like thunder clashing with the ground, much to your dismay. The monster was so alert, even the sound of a pin dropping on to the floor could mean an untimely demise. You didn't know where you were, the building you were in was completely devoid of any color. The walls and floors were made of concrete, making every hallway look the same. Every hall seemed to hold giant cracks in the walls, and crates sprawled across the floors, almost as if the beast laid everything out just for you. Like it was some big game of cat and mouse, only there was no way for the mouse to win. There seemed to be no exits, sadly. Sprinting as fast as you could, you searched for a hiding spot that could comfort you in this awful time. 

"W̵̨̢͔̳̱͎̦͎͇͐͋̍͋͗͒̂̋̃̕̚ḩ̷̳͙̠̼̎̂̌̂͛̀̂̇̎́̐̋͊́̓͐͜͝ȩ̴̧̱̲̯̰̜̤̹̳́̉̏̅̾͂̆̀́͐͋͂̃́̃͋͝ͅr̵̡̲̯̲̺̲̈̀̑̆̏͌́̑̔̈̅̂̋̓̐̑͋͝͠ȩ̵̡̡̳̼̪͙̮͇̰̺͙̪͉͓͙͇̫̂̀̎͋͋͂̄͗̈́̈́̀̉̅̄͘̕ͅ ̵̧̧͎͖̮̼̹̺͇͙͙̦͎̪̫͎̘͕̪͇̟̩̳̱̝̜̲̋̽͛̎͂̔̈̿͋͋͗͐̔̏̅̾̌̽͌̽͆̍̚͜͝͝͝a̸̧̨̨̡̫̘̘̱̜̗͙͉̖̦͓̪̭̬̖͖̞̻̅͂̀̓̓͑̽̓̈́͊̌̊͆͒̌͐̔͋͑͐̌͝ͅr̵̼̲̗̙͍̜͕͇̗̎̽́̓̿͊̌̅̽̈́̑̎͛͠è̶̬̰̫̜͇̌̒̓̈́̽̉͂̆́͑̈́̅̂̉̾͛̽͘̕̕ ̴͇̥̰͚̲̻̫̺̺͔̰̦̬̩̓̈̐̏͘y̷̨̛͈͓̟͓̪̭̘̠̭͕̜͕͒͗̽͑̽̓̈́̃̋̂́͗̊̒̓͂̇͛̃̀͌͛́̏̚̕͝͝ͅo̵̡̡̱͙̦̳̪̞͚̼͈͓̳͙̗̘̻͕͊̑͂̍̋̈̒̎͂̒̓͒͝ŭ̴̹̝̳̞̳̱̿̐͋̿̇̓̽̅͘͜͜,̷̧̨̦͓͓̥̗̫̦͔̺͖̯̥͚̱̭͒͒̈̈́̂̔͋̔͋̆̀̉͑̓̏̚͘͝ ̴̡̘̹̫̰̺͌́̽̔͋̅͒̃́̄̽̄̄̂͗̒̚͘͝͝͝l̵̛̲̼͐́̓̉̈̇̑̃̏̈́̾̈́̌̃̈́̋͊̿̈́̈̀͂̕͝͝͝i̶̢̨̻̼̻̭̰̠̣̥͍͈̖͎̻̲̝͓̜̙͖̩̹̜͎̺̫͕̋̇͐̾͑͆͛̈́̚͝ͅt̴̨̨̡̡̠̻̤̟̤̻͈͖̳̯̼̘̥̘͌̾̃̈́͒͆́̌́̌̂́̇͘͘̕͜͜͝͝ţ̶̛̭̟̗̝̳̦̱̉̈́̄̈͜l̴̨̨͎̘͎̯̻̳̘̣̭͕̭̠̪̹͍͕̯̝̥͔͙̜̯̼̗̎̿͜ͅe̴̡͔̰͎͕̱̩̬̭͚̼̯̭̯̰͈͚̝̗̟͕͇̺̰͙͇͋̅̅̀̿̀͆̾̋̎̌́̓̇̇̅̈͆͘͝͝ͅ ̶̙̙̹͇̰̈̓̅̌̌͆̔̂̓̾͂̂͂̋̂͘r̷̡̡̬̗͖̩̥̦̬͎̫̖̲͕͉̖̀̄̌͊̇͋̉̿̈́̏̈͜͜͠ͅͅą̸̭̥͉̲̥͚͐̐̃̎̾̈́̉̑͌́̽̽́̋̍̇̒̿̔̕͠͠͝b̴̡̨̩̟̙̳̙̰͎̮̘̫͖͇̭̹̹̲̮̑̐͛́̉̂̊̒̇͛͋̅̈́̾́͐͝͠ͅb̸̨̧̧̩͓̻̻̞͓̮̲̙͚̦̙̭̤̮͕̠̭̤̩͖̦̌̽̆̐ͅį̷̢̡̘̮͕̳͔̫̞̤̤̬͖̘̩̤̝̻̊̓̏̐̔̒̔͌͛͌̄̾̈́̔̆͊͠͠͝͝ţ̵͉͖̳̣̬̟̙̹̞͚̲̠̫͔͈̮̱̩͇̞̤̪̩̬͔̺̇͌͋̈́̒͆̐́́͗̇̏̾̀̎̈́͗̂̿͊̈́̇͝͝.̶̡̧͍͍͉̠͓̓̈́.̷̯̗̦̼͕̟̼̹̳̮͖̟̙͈̼͇̫͈̱̯͛̄̈͗͋̈́͂̓̓̔͗͑̎̆͗̋̂̌̅͑̉̀͠͝?̷̛̛̘̤̙̰̺̝̝͎͕͚̬̳͕͕̲̯̎͛͐̅͋̈̿"

It was close by, your legs took off without your permission, natural instincts taking control instead. The end of the hall slowly began to glow blue, the creature dragging itself to try and recapture his prey. As it trudged along, you bolted to the nearest hiding spot you could manage to throw yourself into. Shakily breathing, you shifted against the wall, trying to keep quiet and hidden. The beast's glow grew brighter as it approached, your shaky hand struggling to keep still over your mouth. It sounded like it was sniffing, as if it were a hound dog searching for its master's latest kill. It huskily breathed out, satisfied with the results he gathered. 

"Ȳ̵̯̯̥̖͈͇̳̣̰͕̮͕̖̰͋̑̌̏ͅͅo̴̢̡͎͈͙̬͕̜̰̣̅͂ư̷̧̨̨̠̯̞̹̞͚̰͉̗̗̬̥̣̣͚͕͍̹̞̽̐̓͌͐̔͒̊̎̈́̚͘͜͠ͅ ̷̨̢̡̡̱̥͇̳̯͓͍̬̗͙̩̠̟̭͍͓̲͇͖̦̤̀͒͑̏͜a̷̢̨̺̘̜̖͈̦̮̺̻̤͛̈́͆̇̇͊̿͛͛̐̅̏̋̆̓̍͗̕̕̚͝ͅl̵̖̹̠͌̿̿͐̉͛̌̽͆͌́̓̎̋̾̋͑͊̇͑̏́͘̚̕̚͝͝w̵̝̟̏̃̈́́̿̐̉̇̾͊̄̌̀̍̏ą̷͚͙͍̞̫̼̘͑͗̀̔͋̊́͂͊͂̇͌̇͝͠y̵̧̺̮̬͔̲͉͉̰͙̬̱̬̙̘̼͈̥̮͈͑͛́̾̃̌̊͜͜ͅş̵̨̨̢̛̹͖̲̺͙͎̟̘͎̝̫͓̤͇̭̳̀̔̈́̄̓͆́̃̆̓̂̈́̒͗́͜͝ ̸̧̧̤̤̲̦̹͎͓̳̪̼̱̲̪̩́̾͆̏̽͋̏̓͋͑̈́d̷̨̢̡͎̠̬̳̻̮̟̭͓̙͎̠̲̳̬̥͚̼̯͎͌͗͊̑͛͂̀̈́̌̃̎͊͆̍̈̓̔̂͐̋̏͘͜͝͝ͅị̴̛̩̻̖͐͛̒̕d̴̛͕͓̓͂́̃́́̃́̀͗̏͐̿̆͊̄̚͝ ̵̧̢̖̭̭͈̯̹̲͔̖̥͍̟̬̞̫̻͍̯̫̬̈́̿̌͒̆̍́͌͑̌̈́̄̕͜͜ͅͅͅs̴̨̧̱̱̘͙͙͙͉̗͓̫̹͇̗̰̠̭̠̪͔͗̑̀̍̐̿̈̃̌͛͠͠m̷̡̧̨̛͙̝̤̯̝̪̠̜̙̞̌̂͗̉͊̌͗̃̏̅͒̊̍̇̂̂͑̀̌̐̃̈͊ě̷̛̺̑͗͛̇̔͐́́̏l̵̨̧̛̹̹̰͈̺̫̼͉̟̬̳͚͎̬̒̓̈́̾̏̉̒͐̈́͂̀̕l̴̨̛̪̬̲̰̪̲͈̭̬̖͂͊̒̄́͛͋̓̾̅̈̀͆̅͆͆̋̌͜͝ͅ ̶̡̧͙̗̼̮͓̳̰̹̰͕̰̜͎͎̞͙̹̭͖̩̫̲̳͖̯̭͑̒̋͑̆̐̀̅̈́̃̎̏̈̓͋͊͌͗͊͆̍̽̏͘͜͠͝g̴̒͗́̀͌̉́̒̄̾̀̈́͂͒́̈́̾̋̒̀̓́̚̚ͅo̵͙̪̻̽͗̈́ǫ̴̧̧̛̜͍̟̱͉̬͎̤͍͎̞̪̯̲̮͖̺͇̜̠̩̀̂͑̆̃̄͂͋̈́͌͆͛̇̏̔̔̈̆̿̉̊̀͘͜͜͝ͅḋ̴̨̛̝͓̜̳̰̦̮̦̱̞̂͛̿̓͂̋͌̑͋̐̋̿̀̅͒̿̽̕͝.̴̨̛̱̻̹͓̟͖̱̘͎̝͍̮̘͉͈̱̻̲͕͎̰̐̀̓͌̓̑͂̏͛̍͋͂̅̓͜͝͝ͅ.̴͚͙̳̱̭͙̗̝̙̀͋̀̀͗́̀̆͛̏͐͛̊̎̈́̏͛̽̄̕͘͘͠͠.̶̡̨̛̛͉̬͉̙̝̩̦͙̥̝̙̼͈̱͇̻̝̠̐͊̒͌̃̂̋̊̐͛̋̔͆̆̀̇̾"

Know that they could smell you made your heart stop. They knew where you were. It was only a matter of time before it caught you. The beast was a few steps away from you, so you held your breath. It was difficult because your panic was uncontrollable, and your lungs were already begging for oxygen from all the running. It dragged its long sharp claws against the concrete walls, teasing you by singing a soft little melody.

"Ï̵̖͖͝t̸̡̨͓̼̥͌͝'̸̗͊̈́̉͊̍͝ș̷͎͑̌̄͜͝ ̵̘͍̦̼͚͈̾̕ṽ̶̜̞̞̟̩̣e̴̼̺͍̋͆̉̉̆͘r̵̠͇͉̬̈̉͐y̶̩̕͘͜ ̸̳̥̀̓̃͋̉͝c̵̭̱̎̈́l̸̗͕̞͔̈ē̸̢͖̳͍̔̄̈́͗͝a̶̲͙͖̹̯̿̀͂́͝r̶̬̻̞̓̾̂̅͘"

̵̜̙̤͔̈̌͒"O̶͚̙̠̦͝ȗ̵̞͖̎͌ͅr̷̨̻̙̝̖͔͝ ̶̱̮̤̑͌̍̽̊͠ͅl̶͍̹̬͈͋͐̿̈͜o̷̱͍̗̙̥͐͒̋͜v̶̡̝̘͙͐̽͊ę̸̿͗̾̀͊͐ ̵̙̩̤̠̎i̴̞͈͚̇̉͋̒̆̂s̴̡͌̑̃̅̇ ̷̢̝̦̟̍h̸̯͙̓̈́̀͊̕é̶͓̲̆̽̋̓̕͜ȑ̵̠̱̰̹͌̏e̷͙͓̟͎͍͖͒͆ ̸̮͎̃͆̋̑ẗ̴̼͖͉́̅o̶̥͕͛̌̓ ̴̧̳͍͚̣͑̅s̸̨̨̺̠͙̆͒͐̎͘t̵̞̰̖̯̬͝a̵̲̥̗̝̘̻̓̚ý̶̧̛͓̘"

̸̢͎͇͕̟̞̍̉́͘̚"N̴̙̣̤̻̻̓̐̌̂o̴̥̘̠̩̜̔̈́͌́͝ͅt̷͇̳̏̈́̌̋͠ ̷̫̹͚̥̇̂f̸̨̛̱̩͚̐͝o̷̢̡̧̗̽̿́̿ŗ̵̩̝̯̙́͂̿̂͘͜ ̴͖̣͉̼͍͝a̸̧̪̦̲̲̙͛̀͛͛ ̶̧̭̂̎̑̎̕͠y̵̠̺̝͐͛̄͒́̚e̸̢̖͉͔̞̗̒͂̊̋̑̊à̸̮̗͙̖̗̏̅̿̕r̶̯̈́̆͘,̶͎̘̹̩͚̂͘ ̸̛̣̙̞̘̈̀b̶̪̉̓͊̅ṳ̶̎͊̎͒̏t̴͖̗̓̌͋̕ ̵̳̣͍̲̥̠̈́̾̋̉̓͘f̶̻͙̘̱͉̪͛̕ō̴̧̢̦̤̬̰͆̂͋̄r̶̡̠̻͔̲͖̊̇ë̸̦̔v̸͓͍̊e̴͍͆̋r̷̥͖̰͑͝ ̵̻̱̒̊̾̀͝ȧ̵̹͈͇̍̌̒̓̈́n̴̘͕̘̻͊d̵̢̖͆̋͒̕ͅ ̸̨̲͔̮͎̠̐͊̓̍͘͠ḁ̶̛̩̽̈͊͒́ ̶̛͓̻̊̚͝͠d̶̦̺̑̽̈̈̆͝a̵̛̪̘̞̔̌̐̈́̂y̶̝̔͗͋"

As you quivered in fear, the thing stepped closer to you. Trying to hold your sobs within, you backed against the wall even more, it being the only comfort you had left. 

"T̶̛͔̩̈́̃̆̇ͅh̸̙̳̒̌͊͘ë̷̦̹̳̄͒̄͜ ̸͖̝̫̬̦̐̀̕r̵̲͓̞̈́̓͂͌̀ā̷̪̱̱̥̈́̒̅d̴̻̠̓́̓į̴̬͍̯̀͛͌ó̷̻̻͚͚̉̓̑̔"

̵̹͋͛"Ä̸̤̠̖̪́̋͑͆͊n̴̢͂̓͝d̷͇͓̱̭͂ ̵͔̹͈̘͋̅̇̽͂ͅt̴̜͕̓̆͊͜h̵͙͐̉̇͋̊ę̶̤͔̯̥͂̓ ̸̣͇̠͋̄̈̀t̷̲̘̀̍̕e̴͔̎ĺ̷̹ę̴̪̼̞͊̅p̸̢̳͙̱̐̏̀̈h̷͓͚̑̾͠o̴͖͉̎n̵͈̬͎͒́e̴̼̫̽̕ "

̴͖̊͌͘"Ḁ̸̡̰͍́͐͂̀n̴̦͇̙͊̀̃̊̆d̵̰̎͛̀͋̌ ̸̩͉̝͝t̶̰̤͐̔́̒̾h̶͍͉̩̲̉̍́͋̑ͅẻ̴̜̤̦͓̘̎ ̸̘͓̝̬̲̔́͋̒m̶̢̦̯͊̊o̵̲͝v̶̡̝͍͑̈́͛̓i̸̮̯̥͉̍ë̸̹̹̯̊s̷̘̺̻͗͌̚ ̶̰͒t̷̞̲̥̙͋̓͐͘͝h̶͎͍͓͌̐̎̾̿a̵̳̝̲̽̎̀́̐ț̶͕̹͉̐͒̽ ̸͕̠̤̐͂͆͝w̵̛̘̎̐̅͌e̴̻̭̎ ̸̥̆k̶̡̛͉̩̄͜n̸̲̟̖̓̑̕͠o̴̫̝̦̠̎ẅ̶̪́͛͋"

̸͙̥̖̇̍͋"M̸͙̀͐ä̸͚̺͓̔̕y̶̱͌̀̒͂ ̶̛̰̝̹̻̯̅j̵͙͉̓̾̒ư̸̟͖̼̼̫͑͂̈́͝s̷̫̤̼͋t̴̨̙̑̌̎̕ ̴̬͍̈́̽̋̓b̶̝̗̑̊ẹ̴̳̊̌̓̓̽ ̷̪̱̖̲̞̎̈́̈p̴̹̺̹̂ͅa̷̢͇̳͂̋͋͘̕s̸̢̳̩̱͎̍͊ṣ̶̜̱͐͋̄͝͝ȋ̷̘͐n̸̡̩͙͎̊̾̎͝g̸͕̈́̑̍ ̸̢̪̳͔̖̈́f̸̨̝͍̰̉͛͝ȃ̶͉̼ņ̴̥͚̬̥̌̒c̸̬̍̈́i̶̯̖͠ḛ̴̆s̷̙̮̰͗͝ ̴̘̱́͒͗͝ͅä̶̤̥́n̵͔̺̆̏̅d̴͇̭̙̆̂̚ ̴̳̞̝̙̹̈́̆͌į̸̙̤̣̇̅ǹ̴̢̀̈̉ ̶͔̐̓̾̊͂t̸̥̽í̴̤͉̹͖̲̈́͠m̵̪̐̇ě̵̖̙̰͇͎͊͘ ̸̜̞̘͋̄̑͠m̴͖̙̰̖̖̒͒́ā̷̡͚͎́͒ỳ̴̪̉͌͂͘ ̷̡̙̻̄̿̑͠g̸̫͓̔̈͐͝ǫ̵̭̫̰͋̐̇̕͠" 

Its footsteps grew louder, the singing not stopping. Your heart was beating loudly.

"B̸̡̟̞͕̞̫͆̓͐̕ư̷̫̗̩̦̯͚̂t̶̢̨̞͕̐̒͑ ̸̬̺͉̖͎͑̑̄o̸̠͈͗́͋̕h̴̺̗̲̫̹̒ ̷̭̭̂̑̒͊̆m̶̨̡̛͈̮̈́͆̍͝y̸̢̨͗́̂̾͠ ̵̻͇̄̐̈̎̒͘d̵̜͍͕͚͗̏̾ͅe̸̡̺̖̮͚͋́̑́͆͆a̸͚̻͂̈́͘͝ř̶̡̝̩͍̥̍"

̸̬̫̄̌"O̷̻̠̼͑̍̂̚u̶̖̦̥̅̈́́̎͜r̵̟̼̬̍̂̿͋̍͠ ̶̲͙͋̇̔̂̏͘l̵͕̀o̷̧͙̰̾̎̾͝͝v̴͖̱̣̣̦̘̈̎͑̿̚ȅ̶̢̜̩̗̟̹ ̵̬̫̈́̄̇͛͠͝i̸̗̙͔̩͗̿̏̕s̶̫͗̚ ̷̪̹̘̳̦̭̆͊͑̕͝͝h̶̡̩̯̣͆̀̔̓̑e̷̱̔̀̚͝r̴̘̘̼͐̀̾̀ͅͅe̵̘̹̻̱̍̃͆͂͊ͅ ̷̭̾̿̃̈͑t̴̡͙̫̹̫̮̏́̍͐̎o̶̡̥̭͚̗̥̅̈́ ̶̢̢̛͍̜͉̹̿͠s̴̖͍͊ṱ̵̔͒̓ą̸̹̜̀y̶̘̦̟̙̯̋̋͌̅̒͑"

̸̞͐̔́͌"T̶̰͍͙̯̩̑̒ơ̴̪͖͓̈́̈́͐̉g̷̜̾͌̚͝e̶̲͔̥̲̅͒̐t̷̺̟͖͓͔̒̏̂̈́̎̊h̴̡͚̟̖̏̍̍͋e̵̛͕̋̓͋͐ṛ̶̬͙͊́ ̸͚̺̝̼̼̘͒̐̇ẅ̶̲̮̤́̉̅͑̋̂ĕ̶̜̕'̷̢̙͎͉̾̏̅͝ŗ̷͉͎͔͈̪̈́́̑̋͗è̵̩̠̻̥̞ ̶͔̱͚̠̣̀͒͊g̵͚̃o̶̼͆͋͐̏̊̕i̵̥̮͙͇̖̿̏n̴̛̹̫̤̯̑͐͑̃ǧ̶̩̄̌̓ͅ ̶̮͙̙͛̈́a̷̪̦̒̈́̿̓̾̃ ̷̫̖͐͋̈́̄́͜l̶̳̞͕͒̐̎̒ͅǒ̶̫̎ņ̷͍͉̥̆͛͝g̶̢͈͎̉͂̓̃̔̂ ̴̧͈̬̟̙́͋́͌ļ̸̞̣̠̯̈́̔ò̷̰͉̋̈̈́͗͜n̷͍͕͒́́͂͒̅g̴̪̓̆̃͊͊̚ ̶̠̖̞͛͂́w̴̗̫̟͎͍̱̉̎͑̒̆̈́a̴̡̙͔̙̭͎̋͊̏̅y̴̠͉̠̾͗̀͘"

The creature walked past your spot, dragging its giant arm across the floor, completely ignoring you. As it's static quieted down, the singing did too. Though it could still be heard...

"I̴͖̊̄̀ņ̵̆ ̵̖̗̬̓̈́t̵͚̬͇̔ì̵̗͖̕m̷̛͔͉̟͑̕e̴̦̪͙͋͐ ̵̝̬͛t̸̅̓͜ḩ̴̈͝e̸̥̣̣͗ ̵̮̲̒͒R̵̙͓̬̉̅ő̸̹̋͆c̶̝͇̈́̅͑ͅk̶͍̩͂̽̄i̶̠͗͑e̷̬͓̍ŝ̵͕̦̠ ̵͓̩̃̈́̆m̶̯̜̘̎͊a̸̞͎̍y̷͎͒ ̴͇̤̍͆ͅc̶͖͚̜͐͝ŕ̸̡̭̠̉̓u̸̥̔̂̂m̶̢̟̌͑͘b̴͕̬̩͒͗͘l̷͋͛͘͜ë̸̼̥"

"̵̥̀͝ͅG̶͉͝ī̶͕̫̆͝b̵̞̹̻̒̉r̵̢̼̫̕ȁ̶̜̩l̵̨̛͖͒̆t̸̢͚͛͝ä̷̺̻́͗̄ŗ̵͙̦̆ ̸̗͖̏m̵̞͌́ą̷̖̓̈̈y̷̢̱̳̎ ̴̫̏t̸̰͙̫̅͛͘u̸̧̓̾̏͜ṃ̶̻̀̑b̶̬̈̆l̷͈̩͈̑͐͠ĕ̵͈̖̈́"

̴̦͒͝"T̵̲͖͊̀̽h̷̡̿̒e̷̜̜͍̓y̵̥͈̅͋͝'̸̳̘̈́ṙ̵̗̩̾͠e̷̡̮̩̓͒̂ ̶͈̺̤̋̔͒ò̴̩̠̳̇n̵͈͐̔l̸̻͓̓ỷ̸̨̘͓͛͝ ̶̢̙̺͌͗̍m̸̩̰͙̈͋á̵̭͘d̶̹̜̬̅̐e̶̩͉͆̆ ̸̖̣͖̿̓͝o̸̡̹̩͋͐f̴͈͘͝ ̵̹̐̕͜c̷̗͋̉͘l̵̗̙̔a̸̪̕y̴̨̱̬̋̊̅..."

Still wary, you didn't dare poke you head out, afraid it'd chase after you if you tried to make a break for it. Then, two legs stood in front of your little cave, startling you badly. Knowing it was too late, all you could do was shuffle into the back of the cavern. As tears poured from your eyes, the predator finished his song, bending down to meet face to face with you.

"B̶̡̘̩̩̼͕͙͔̭̭̩̦͈̟̟̞̝͆ͅu̴̜̖̫̲̔͛̐̽̽̓̆͑͐̄̄t̷̛̛̜̍͌̒̄̂͒̀͂̅̚ ̷̘̝̝͈̮͈̰̝̮̘͇̳͇̯̯̩̭̭̝̞̓͒̔̓̀̽̈͜ő̶̧̨̺̝̲͚̳͖̹̱̻͚̺̹̪̰͚͈̳̣̠̺̗͇̲͐̀́̈̒̽̇̾͐͒̂̊̀̎̚̕͝u̸̹̮͈͑̍̄̈́̽̂̾̄̌̉͗͋͊̚͠ŕ̴̥̹̦̟͖͕̝̥͉̮̙͗̆̕ ̷̘͓̮̹̰̞̭̭̖̭̣͕̯̼̪̱̳̲̾͌̃̆̍̎̒̍͌̒̉̊̔͋̿̅̈̚͘͠͝ͅͅl̶͙̻͉̽̍͌́̃͒̑͐̒͐͌̈́̏̐͠o̴͚͚̮̲̖͈̗͇͖̹̦̜͈͔͈͓̳̎̔̒̊̉̓̇̔̾̅͊̂̚̚͜͠͠v̷̢̛̛͕̭̬̪͔̱̫̼̤̦̯̥̻̣̥͎̙̄̀̈́͋̐̍̑́̅͋͋̇̆̍̃͛͒̇̚̚e̷̢̛͈͈̳͖͎̞̺͓̭̣̣̗͍̹̪͒̅̔̈́̒͛͂̒̂̍̐̍̽̈̎͊̚ ̶̡̢͇̮͕̲̩̘̥̤̩̟͈̂̒̓͆͛̔̉͛̽̓̃̇̽̽͂̏̔̈́̀͋͌͆͌͂͊͝į̸̨͖͇̤̳̼̻̳͎̲̟͍͕͔̜̝͚̯̄̀̽̓̎̏͗̄̅̌̈́̏͊͛͑͊̂͑́s̷̨͉͕̠̳̖̼̟͇̯̺͙̘̳͊̏̅̅̐̀̈̈́̍̀͜ ̴̡̧͖̬̣̣̝̖̪͔̗̬̥̘̼̱̃̊̋̽̈͗̍̏͠h̵̘̫̖͔̳̿̔̊͗̂̃̄̏͗̍͛̈͋̎̔̽̀̑̋̂̀̚͘͜͝e̶̡̖̗̯͉̱̬͙̲̹̩̯̝͉͐͂̔̃̀͗̉́̐̆̈́́͐̄̆̎̔́͂̄̓̉́́̕̚͜r̶̛̛͓̙̟̻̺̰̻̃̅̈̓̉̉͐̽͋̈̃͊̀̎̄̐͘̕͝e̴͈͚̞͇̰̜͖̯͙͋̑́͆͗ ̶̢̨̨͉̼͙̩̖̱̳̤̬̤̩̳̙̰̯͍̳̖̗͔̯͂͌̄̌͌̍̏̈́͘͜ͅt̴̨̛̩̹̼̪͍͇͈̀͊̈́̈́̏̔̍̔͛̀̓͆̐͋́͌̀̇͗̕̚̕͝͠ớ̷͖̺̪͖̬͉̭̹̺̭̋͆͌̑̑͗͒́̃̉̓̓̈́̽͘͝ͅ ̴͖̞͙̮̞̝͓̩͔̟͉̙̂̌̓̆̐̽̂̑̈͊̍̓̀̈́͐̅͐͗̔̑̎͑̕͠s̷̛̗̳̳̳̰̦̭̄̅͌̾̍͌̎́̀͌̓͗̈́̑̒͊͐̌̿͘͝͠t̷̡̛͖͉̦͇̪͔͎͎͙̩̞̹̳̣̙̘͚̫̻ͅâ̷̛̺͓͚̹̟̤͑̇͐͋̇̇̍̅́̾̏̾̓͑̀͂̕̕̚͠͝y̴͓̺̾͋͊̃̔͝..."

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"(Y/N)? ...wakey wakey eggs and bakey...! Alright seriously, get up." a familiar cynical voice demanded, as your weary eyes fluttered awake.  Rubbing the sleepiness out of them, you groaned in pain, your head pounding like an alarm clock. "Ugh...my head hurts..." you replied, your voice still a little quiet from the nap. "Yeah, mine too..." Angel yawned, resting his face in his hand, annoyed by your complaints. Whimpering for the aching to cease, Angel kept an eye on your shrunken figure. About to put his hand on your shoulder, he suddenly pulled his hand away, shaking his head in denial. "Anyways, we're here. Actually, scratch that. We've been here." he stated nonchalantly, pointing at the structure in front of him. Surprised at the news, you hopped out the car and took in the stunning view. 

The hotel was massive, decorated with all sorts of wacky items. Giant flashy arrows, a carousel, a train, even a ship was planted into the thing! "So that's where the Titanic went..." you softly said out loud to yourself, breathless at the marvel. Angel laughed at your comment, walking out of the beaten, hijacked car. "Y'know, you're kinda funny! Once ya stop actin' like a prissy priss, that is." he said, giving you a backhanded compliment. Rolling your eyes, you followed your tall frenemy into the establishment. "How did they even build this place? How does it stay up?? Cuz, I don't exactly know how stable a hotel could be when it literally has a giant boat built into the side of it!" you asked, Angel purposely ignoring all your questions to see the level of confusion you could reach before you exploded. He smiled as he watched your questions pile, this being an event he hadn't seen since he first arrived down in Hell. It was very refreshing. 

"Jeez, are you outta breath yet? You almost sound like my sister!" he snidely said, arriving at the check-in counter. "Hiya handsome, didja miss me?~" Angel asked, sending a flirty wave towards a grumpy-looking, winged cat. He just flicked him off while he drank the last of his booze, totally ignoring your presence. Angel hit the bell over and over again, impatiently waiting for someone to arrive. "Yo, Charleston! The fuck are ya? Don't tell me you're busy giving demon therapy today!" he yelled, the strength of his voice echoing around the room. While you patiently waited for a response, something could be heard quickly scuttling behind you. Curiosity getting the better of you, you turned around to see what made the noise. Nothing. Strange, but then again, what part of this journey wasn't? About to turn back around, you heard another quick scamper. Frightened by the knowledge that it wasn't your imagination, you stepped back, accidentally bumping into Angel. 

"H-Hey...there's something crawling around here..." you said to him, hoping for some sort of comfort. "Isn't there always..." he replied, not really paying attention to your concern. Paranoid, you hesitantly scanned the room to see where it might be hiding. Everything seemed fine until you spotted a large, orange eye staring right at you. Gasping in shock, the small creature jumped out at you, making you fall on to your back. "Oh my goodness gracious, a new face! You're so dirty, I can't believe I didn't clean you off sooner! Did I scare you? Sorry, it's just I don't get the opportunity to make many friends and then you walked in! By the way..." the little girl talked and talked, her speed similar to a machine gun. Stunned by the sheer amount of energy she presented, you just stared at her in complete shock. 

"Niffty, relax... You're scaring her." another voice said, lifting the tiny pink doll off of your body. Niffty smiled as she dangled, looking at you with her big eye, filled with wonder and excitement.  The woman holding her was much grayer and calm. The big X over her eye made you feel very uneasy, and she could sense that. "Hi, my name is Vaggie. I'm the manager of this place. Nice to meet you." she introduced herself, offering her hand to help you up. Still wary, you slowly took her offer, avoiding eye contact at all costs. "This is Niffty, but you already know that." she continued, looking at the pink ball of energy still being held. She was playfully biting Vaggie's hand, which she then paused to quickly smile and wave at you. Dropping her, she zipped off into the next room, rendering you speechless.

"My name is (Y/N)...I-It's nice to meet you too.." you responded, getting over the initial shock of being pounced on. "So, you wanna be redeemed, right? You're not just here to have a place to crash or something?" she asked, inspecting your body language, suspicious you had other motives. "Yes! I-I really want to get out of here. No offence!" you replied, the side-eye she gave you not faltering. As she interrogated you, you felt as if something was watching you closely. It made your body stiffen, like you dipped into a pool filled with ice. Disregarding the thought, you tried to focus on Vaggie instead. "Hey Toots, where the fuck is your girlfriend?" Angel asked, pulling her out of detective mode. "Charlie is busy right now, that's all you need to know." she said, pushing his arms off of her shoulders. "That doesn't help, y'know..." he dryly said, moving over to your side. "Can you all just shut the fuck up? I've got a massive hangover right now..." the drunken cat grumbled, hugging his empty bottle of booze. "Oh yeah, and that lazy drunk is Husk...he's our quote unquote, Bartender." she said sarcastically, air quoting. 

A little bell rang from behind you, the main doors opening. "Phew, sorry you guys! I was caught up with something else, but now I'm here! So, what did I-" the blonde demon stepping through the doors asked, her entire train of thought thrown off by the sight of you. Her eyes widened, and her mouth was agape, the bag she was carrying dropped to the floor. Like with Niffty, she sprang towards you, only this time she didn't knock you over. "Welcome to The Happy Hotel!! You're gonna love it here!!" she squealed in your face, making you take a step back out of unease. "I-I thought this place was called The Hazbin Hotel..." you said, the cheery woman getting closer to you. "It doesn't matter! What does matter is that you're here!! And I'm so excited to introduce you to everyone!" she shrieked, her nose now touching yours. Nervously smiling, you quickly ran to hide behind Angel, his eyebrow raising in slight confusion as he looked back at you. "Oh wow, I am so sorry! That must've been an overwhelming welcoming, huh?" she said, taking a step back to analyze her actions. 

"I didn't even tell you my name! Okay, so lets rewind..!" she said, clearing her throat, her demeanor now more calm and friendly. She held out her hand, waiting for you to take it. Cautiously stepping towards her, you shook her hand, to which she gave you a big smile. "I'm Charlie!" she announced, eager to hear your name. "H-Hi...I'm (Y/N)." your voice weakly squeaked out, that small smile you sent made hers shine even brighter.  "Now, before we get you a room, let me introduce you to every-!"

"We already did that..." Angel interrupted, not wanting to go through introductions again. Charlie was stunned that they had stolen her role as the friendly tour guide, as they never seemed interested in greeting guests and such. Slightly disappointed and disheartened, she nevertheless wore a big, inviting smile across her pale face. "Well, I guess that saves time!" she laughed, smoothly masking her previous displeasure. Grabbing your hand, she led you over to the check-in counter, the bell no longer working due to a certain spider's impatience... "Alrighty! I just need you to answer a few questions, which are mostly about your track record of dirty deeds, murders, mass shootings, etc etc..." she said, snatching a slim piece of yellow paper from behind the counter, clicking a fluffy pink pen with puppies all over it. You started to wonder how she had arrived in Hell herself, but then you remembered she was the princess of Hell. So, the daughter of Satan? Or was it Lucifer? Not wanting her to feel uncomfortable, you didn't ask her these questions and focused instead on the forum she was filling out. 

"So, you arrived down here in..?" she started to ask, pointing her pen at you, waiting for a response. "T-Today...heh.." you attempted to lighten the dark truth, her eyes widening in shock. "Really? Woah! Most new demons who arrive here never even hear about the hotel, and when they do, they often laugh and ignore it..." she remorsefully acknowledged, slightly covering her face behind the clip board. Realizing she was getting emotional in front of a new guest, she quickly snapped out of it, her happy persona back in action. "Anyways, your birthday?"

"(M/D/Y). Geez, it'll be strange not being able to celebrate my birthday after all these years..." you remarked, saddened by this fact. She was visibly confused, as she tapped the pen against her rosy cheek. "Why not? Just because you're not alive anymore doesn't mean you can't still celebrate your own birth! We all may be dead down here, but we can still acknowledge we were once alive. I mean, that's what I would say, if I was born on Earth." she said, writing down the information you had just given her. A sudden chill went down your spine, the feeling of being watched coming back strong. It didn't feel welcoming and it once was cold, but now it felt somewhat warm..? The way the group looked at you didn't have that warmth, it was more or less nonexistent. Still, it wasn't sitting right with you... "Okay, I've gotten everything I needed! Just put your signature down here and we'll get you your very own room!" she clapped, the clipboard now in your hands. 

Looking down at the paper, you noticed your hands looked a bit...different than usual. Claws had replaced your fingernails, much to your surprise. They weren't long or that sharp, in fact, they were quite similar to a cat's. Trying to hold the pen Charlie gave you was a tricky task, the claws digging into your palm every time. Somehow, you managed to grip the thing long enough to write down your signature. "That's going to take some time to get used to..." you remarked, scratching the back of your head only to immediately pull your hand back, the nails more acute than you originally thought. Charlie simply smiled, seemingly charmed by the naiveté of your own demon qualities. "Once you're all settled in, Niffty can wash your clothes for you. And by "can," I mean she will wash them." she said, looking upon the lengthy board of room keys. "Yup! So you may as well hand them over right now!" Niffty said, popping into the room from out of nowhere. 

Slightly embarrassed at her suggestion, you stepped away from the tiny ball of energy and politely declined. She huffed playfully, the small fluffy duster in her hand covering her face. "You're really starting to creep me out with this whole cleaning obsession thing..." Angel spoke up, eyeing her up and down. Before anything else could be said, she zipped off into a nearby air vent, proclaiming how filthy it was in there. "Is she always like that?" you whispered, Angel bending down to hear what you had to say. He nodded, standing back up to wink at the passed out Husk. "Ah hah! Here we are! Room number 333." she exclaimed, twirling the key around her slender finger. It accidentally flew off and into your face, where it then fell into your hands. She covered her mouth in disbelief, extremely embarrassed and sorry, so much so that she couldn't form a single word. Vaggie stood there in awe of her girlfriend, stunned at how badly everything went down. Meanwhile Angel Dust laughed himself into a coma, his balance knocked off which led him to fall backwards into the fancy sofa. 

Awkwardly laughing it off, you quickly hid behind your hair, the strands falling into place as if they agreed that this was a terrible situation. Why must socializing be so difficult? "S-So, may I see my room please..?" you squeaked, trying desperately to change the subject. Charlie, still shaken, nodded. Just as she was about to take you there, her phone buzzed. She checked who it was and frowned, turning her attention back to you. "(Y/N), I am so sorry, but I have to go. Like, right now!" she said, quickly texting them back and stuffing her phone in her pocket. It seemed important, since it completely changed her mood. "B-But who's going to show me around?" you asked, Charlie flinging herself over the counter and towards the doors. "I'm sure Alastor would love to! I just can't right now, there's something really important that just popped up!" she yelled back, yanking the bag Vaggie was casually holding for her. Then, just as quick as when she entered the building, she left. The door wasn't even fully closed, she was in that much of a hurry.

"But wait! I...don't know who that is..." you called out in protest, even though you knew she was long gone and couldn't possibly hear you. Lost and confused, you turned to face Vaggie and Angel, the two staring right back at you. "...Can anyone explain to me who Alastor is..?" you quietly asked. Vaggie's hair started to flare-up, and her expression turned dark and mysterious. Right before she spoke, Angel angrily covered her mouth, which caused her to flip out. "No! You are not monologuing about this again! I refuse to listen to this shit again!" he said harshly, Vaggie swatting his hand out of her face. She groaned in annoyance, crossing her arms and turning herself away from him. Still not sure what just happened, you stood there bewildered, waiting for literally anyone to fill you in on who this guy was. "Basically, he's some powerful demon who broadcasted a bunch a heinous shit to everyone around Hell. That's why he's called The Radio Demon." he said, nonchalantly. From the basic description of this demon, you wanted to avoid him at all costs.

"Why exactly does Charlie trust him then? I mean, if she trusts him being able to show me around even though he's done all of these cruel actions..." you asked curiously, slowly questioning Charlie's credibility. Angel shrugged his shoulders while Vaggie threw up her arms. "Finally! Someone who gets where I'm coming from!" she shouted, hastily walking away and into the hall, ranting about how he easily gained her trust. Now it was only you and him, discrediting Husk since he was knocked out behind the bar. Looking up at him, you hoped he'd take the hint and help you out. It took him a moment to realize you were staring at him, to which he let out a small "hmph." "Sorry kid, but I've got time to make up for. This little quest has already eaten up most of my day, and I didn't sign up for baby sitting..." he said, lightly pushing you aside to make his way towards the entrance. Annoyed by his sudden bitchiness, you crossed your arms and leaned against the counter, watching him trot to the doors.

Just as he was about to open the door, the door swung open, hitting him so hard that it pinned him against the wall. "Hello hello hello everybody! Sorry for my sudden disappearance, I just had some matters to attend to, ha ha!" the tall red figure announced, swinging his fancy cane around to add extra flare. His grande entrance startled you, your body flailing off of the counter and onto the floor. You winced in pain, sick and tired of falling over in fear. This caught the strange demon's attention, his heels clicking as he strolled over to you. "Oh my, it seems like my love for the dramatics caused another to accidentally harm themselves! Here, let me offer you some assistance?" he asked enthusiastically, extending his cane so you could pull yourself up. Gladly taking his offer, you quietly thanked him, to which he responded with more laughter. "It's no problem, my dear! Hmm...might I add that I don't recall ever seeing you before?" he said, dusting himself off as if to present a better image of himself. Nervously sweating, you avoided eye contact with the intimidating stranger, nodding instead of vocally replying. 

Chuckling at your shy nature, he extended his hand in a more straightforward and friendly way. "How rude of me! Forgive me, it's just we haven't had a new face here in such a long time, it makes your social skills quite rusty. The name's Alastor!" he said, waiting for you to shake his hand. Wait, did he just say..? Your heart skipped a beat, and the sweat on your forehead became more obvious. There was no way a charming guy like this could be such a monster! He was so kind and funny! Then again, you can't judge a book by it's cover... "M-My name is (Y/N)..." you said warily, taking his hand, his grasp careful and delicate. He bowed down, that large yellow smile of his widening. "It's a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N)! Quite a pleasure!" he said, returning your hand. For some odd reason, his greeting made you feel weak in the knees, though you didn't want to admit it. Regaining some of your common sense, you stayed aware of his background, not wanting to become his potential next victim. 

Alastor could sense your fear, and it amused him greatly. His eyes stared down at you, a subtle red glow emitting from them as if he was establishing that Charlie wasn't the boss, he was. The fact that he was incredibly close to you didn't help your uneasiness. "What exactly brings you here, might I ask?" he inquired, tilting his head and tapping his chin, those crimson eyes of his squinting in curiosity. Yet again backing up, you cleared your throat. "O-Oh I was hoping I could possibly be redeemed..possibly, heh.." you stuttered out, the distance you attempted to put between each other being thrown out the window as he inched closer. He clearly had no clue what the concept "social distancing" meant. "Ahh! So you want to...excuse me?" he asked, perplexed at your response. Afraid you had said something wrong you quickly apologized. "I-I'm sorry! Was I not speaking clear enough..?" you asked, looking at the floor, guiltily. "No no no! It's just...well, I wasn't expecting any demon to actually want to try this whole hotel business, you see. No demon I've ever met has had any genuine interest in such a thing, so this is quite new to me." he explained, twisting his cane around the floor in a slightly excited manner.

You were slightly offended at his usage of the word "demon." A demon? You? Bah! Sure, you're in Hell but that doesn't make you a demon! Or at least, that's what you tried to tell yourself. "No matter, because this a day of discovery! I guess you do learn something new everyday, ha ha!" he laughed, wrapping his arm around you and pointing his cane in the air. Squished up against him, you found yourself flustered and tried to politely squirm your way out of his grasp, but to no avail. "Well then my dear, I suppose it is my duty to show you around! If you'll just follow me..." he smoothly said, leading you to the elevator. "Now hold on a second!" Angel shouted, revealing himself from behind the door, his face bruised from the impact of Alastor's entrance. "Woah, are you okay?" you quietly asked him, concerned. Your new "friend" squeezed you tightly, quickly making you pipe down. "Oh yeah, I'm fine! I'm juuust peachy. Y'know, getting a door slammed into my face is just what I needed today!" he sarcastically replied, angrily walking up to the two of you. 

"Angel! Why I didn't see you there!"

"Of course you didn't see me, you shoved my ass into the wall!"

The tall red demon rubbed his chin, a small hum signifying he was trying to remember something. "Hmm...no, I don't recall such a thing happening. You must have me mistaken for someone else." he smugly said, his yellow grin widening. Angel huffed, lightly growling in frustration. "Whatever...(Y/N), the hotel isn't that complicated, I'm sure you can find your way around without any help." he said, stepping closer to you. Before you could even process a response, Alastor stepped in front of you, blocking Angel's view. "I'm sure she could as well! But that isn't the proper Hazbin welcome now, is it?" he said, getting dangerously close to him. "Okay, one: personal space. Two, why do you care so much about giving her a tour? Hm?" the suspicious spider asked, poking him in the chest. He was quiet for a moment but soon laughed. "I could ask you the same thing, sir..." 

Angel's eyes widened and his face grew red with rage, his boiling point finally reached. "You know what? Fine! Give your little pet a house tour, I don't give a damn!" he snarled, hastily leaving. Alastor gave him a little smile and waved goodbye, making the already upset spider even more so. Moving out from behind him, you looked on in slight shock and sorrow. Did he really just call you a pet? "Have. Fun." he said, the door closing with a loud bang, leaving you utterly speechless. Was that what he truly thought of you? His words echoed in your head, the words causing you to feel nauseous. "So nice to catch up with your dear friends!" Alastor reminisced, turning his attention back to you. Noticing your saddened state, he patted you on the back in an effort to soothe you. "Now now, you mustn't let him get you down, (Y/N). There are much better things to focus on! Like finding your room." he said reassuringly, holding out his hand. Everyone was telling you to not trust him, apart from Charlie. But could you even trust her? Despite all of the nagging memories, you took his hand.

"Let's get you settled, shall we?"