A/N: note that because this is an AU with (y/n) as a character, she affects the plot. In this chapter, the time frame in which the hotel members would be filming the advertisement for Charlie were talking to (y/n) instead. Heads up and enjoy the chapter xx
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EPISODE 1 : "overture"
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"ON EARTH, I WAS A MURDERER," (Y/N) confessed. She glanced around the room, expecting faces of surprise and shock—but she found none. Their expression remained stoic and simple.

"Okay? You're not special," Vaggie remarked rudely, receiving a good whack from Alastor. She stumbled forward, growling curses in Spanish at the deer demon, who in turn offered a bright smile of amusement.

"Don't be rude, dear," he chuckles, inspecting his sharpened nails. "Go ahead, mon ange," he gestures for (Y/N) to continue.

The girl's eyebrows crinkle in confusion at the French term of endearment, and she cleared her throat to brush off the sudden awkward silence that had sliced through her story.

"I had just finished killing a boy at a nightclub. His name was... Jamie or something. All went smoothly, I burned the body and returned home—" she paused, best deciding to spare the details of how commonly she lured people in. After all, these demons who were clearly smitten with her could be... potential victims. She couldn't blow this opportunity that sits perfectly in front of her. She continues, "—and I had this weird dream that I was... falling from a cliff. Then I woke up here." (Y/N) finishes, looking over the baffled faces that stand before her.

"That doesn't explain why you're still a human," Angel says.

An annoyed sigh seeps from (Y/N)'s lips, and she nods. "Yes, I know. But that's all I have. I don't know why the police never suspected it was me, I don't know why they weren't able to track down the DNA, and I don't know why the fuck I'm down here."

"Who's your mom?" Niffty asks innocently, popping her head over (Y/N)'s kneecap.

(Y/N) freezes, and she squints her eyes for a moment, raking her mind for any memories of a mom. Wait—did she even have a mom? She tries her best to remember any small recollections of a childhood, but she finds none. "Uhm..."

Where did I come from?

"I don't remember having one," she states bluntly, hoping playing out this new discovery could flatten out her incoming questions. "I suppose I've just always... been. Does that make sense?"

"No," everyone says.

"Yes!" Alastor peeps. "Y'know, darling? We are quite similar! It's incredible! What a coincidence! A lovely twist of fate that we're together—don't you say?" He lets out a belly laugh, earning the weirded out and slightly envious glances of other residents watching his fit unfold.

(Y/N) presses her lips together, clenching her fists as they began to grab at her leggings. Yet unknowingly to her, this action of annoyance did not go unnoticed by Alastor.

"Is everything quite all right, my dear?" He asks, practically teasing her self restraint.

"Mhm."

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Earlier that following night, the crew gathered together to prepare dinner for Charlie—whom had returned to the hotel looking betrayed and upset after her occurrence with Adam, who has apparently taken no mercy upon the poor princess' feelings.

"Babe?" Vaggie waves the blonde over to her, tugging her by the arm into a separate room. "We need to talk."

Charlie tilts her head to the side, her big doll eyes boring into her girlfriend's with a curious expression. "Of course. Um...what's up?"

Vaggie folds her arms across her chest, glaring off at the side. "I... I don't like that (Y/N) girl. She's a little suspicious." Upon seeing Charlie's confusion deepen, Vaggie elaborates, "What I mean is—when you were gone, she told us of how she got here. She said she just appeared out of thin air in a dream. Then she claimed to have forgotten her entire childhood. She doesn't even know if she has parents! And the fact that she's a human? I'm sorry Charlie, it's just...too sketchy."

Charlie gives a compassionate nod, resting a delicate hand on her lover's shoulder. "I know you have trust issues honey..." she soothes. "But I have a really good feeling about (Y/N). She's not dangerous. To us, at least. Besides... everyone seems to like her." Charlie gestures to the dining room, where (Y/N) was currently being pulled into a headlock by Angel Dust, only to be brutally thrown onto the ground by her.

He lets out a high pitched cry of pleasure. "Oh~! Harder~!"

Vaggie cringes, instinctively squeezing Charlie's hand to escape the utter disgust that irks upon her from Angel's crude remarks. "He needs to stop that..." she mumbles.

"We'll work on it..." Charlie gives a kind smile, leaning in to imprint a loving kiss on Vaggie's lips.

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Night falls over the hotel, and every demon falls to sleep with ease, whether it be from true exhaustion or pounding alcohol all night.

All aside from (Y/N), who lies restless underneath the deep red sheets.

In attempt to soothe her aching thoughts and pounding migraine, (Y/N) slithers down the steps to seek a glass of water. Her mouth grows dryer and dryer with each fantasy of the cold fluid satisfying her hydration.

A fit of wind rushes past her, and the hem of her pajama pants begin to flutter. A pair of two crimson eyes bore into her figure, and (Y/N) holds back an annoyed huff.

"Good evening, Alastor," she says, switching on the lights.

The brightness hits the radio demon, exposing his fully dressed frame to her gaze. "Hello, my dear girl..." he gives a polite bow to her. "I hope everything's all right?"

(Y/N) clenches her teeth. "Perfectly fine..." she says softly.

Until it dawned on her that;

This could be her chance.

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( to be continued . . . )