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Sorry this took so long
Life happened :/
When you get there at last, you are certain that you have the wrong place. This place did look like a hotel, but it also looks like it had been abandoned for YEARS. And the poster looked brand new!
You decide to knock on the door regardless. Might as well make sure, they did say they were just starting out (though you didn't know it was THIS bad).
Before you can get a second knock, the door flies upon.
"WELCOME TO THE Ha-..." *door slam*
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Well, that was rude. You hadn't even said anything, and the door was slammed in your face.
Well, your chest, you were too tall to just be looking into the hotel. But still!
When the door opened again not long after, it was the same blonde haired girl looking out with a much less pleased look. During the second you had to move before the door opened, you were now leaned down to look into the hotel, on set of hands on your hips, the other in your knees to steady yourself.
Before you got the chance to get too much of a look, the door was yet again slammed in your face.
'These people do not seem as welcoming as they try to make themselves out to be.' You stood straight back up and watched the door for when the girl would, hopefully, open it again.
The next time the door was opened, the same girl was there, but this time accompanied by another. This one seemed much more hostile, wielding a spear that was almost immediately pointed at your throat.
"What are YOU doing here?!" The gray one was already off to a bad start in your book. So rude >:(
You, for some reason, do not feel fear for the sharp object uncomfortably close to a vital part of you. You only felt slight annoyance and much disappointment.
You held up the poster that they had supposedly put out everywhere (apparently too quickly if them jumping back was anything to go by). Pointing to certain parts of the flier, you nudged away the spear like it was nothing (it was pointed more into your fluff anyway).
"YOU are the ones that put this flier out, no?! It says "Help Wanted and Guests Welcomed," and at the moment I do not feel wanted NOR welcomed!"
With your short rant finished, you promptly did a sharp turnaround and walked forward before ploping down on the stairs that led up to the place. You sat there for a moment with a pout while a single tear rolled down before you heard what you assumed to be their attempt at a quiet chat.
"THIS is Valentino? I thought you said he was more... violent? Lewd?"
You turn quickly with a harsh, offended gasp.
"Violent? LEWD?! I have no clue who this "Valentino" man is, but I'll have you know I am no such thing!"
At this point, you were highly offended and genuinely concerned about how they expect to get any guests with how they treat someone they just met, confusing them with someone else before quickly judging/threatening them.
It was the blonde that stepped up first nervously.
"Ah, I'm so, so sorry for that. There seems to have been a misunderstanding." Ya think?! "What did you say your name was again?"
You give your name only because it is the polite thing to do and you refuse to be as rude as they were.
"And yours?" You were ready to turn and actually leave by this point, but might as well see who you need to avoid from now on.
She beams at this before quickly stating, "My name is Charlie," she pulled the other girl who dropped her spear in surprise. "And this is Vaggie!"
You nod along, acting as if you were still interested. You did need a place to stay after all, you had only just showed up, too. You had no real place to reside in.
'Do I really want to stay with these people? They were rather mean..'
The next few minutes were just apology after apology from "Charlie" for the mix-up.
"I swear that doesn't normally happen with our guests!"
You look around for a moment confused.
"What guests?"
You just catch Charlie shrink back at the mention. Vaggie sent you daggers, which you cared nothing for sense she already sent you a spear.
"I'll tell you what, you let me stay here, and all is forgiven and forgotten. Well, most of it, at least." You mumble the last part to yourself. If you do end up staying here, you will not let the gray one live the spear incident down.
"Yes! Yes, of course! Please do stay! We'd love to have you here, you're our first guest." Charlie looked away at the last part.
You give a deep sigh and respond with a tired "alright."
You trail in behind them, heading over to the little counter with the room keys and watching Charlie grab one for a room on the third floor. Why the third floor? You had no clue.
You took the key with a smile and a small "Thank you" before walking off.
Your room was very simple. White walls to match the white, queen size bed. It didn't look bad, just SO plain that it hurt your eyes.
Thankfully, you noticed some parts of the room seemingly suddenly begin to transform into your preferred setting.
You walked over and practically ploped onto your bed, watching your sheets bleed into a mix of the white and (favorite color).
You rolled over and stared at the ceiling for a long while. This was going to be a strange experience. And you were ready with open arms.
You sat up with a thought. 'Perhaps I can open my old bakery down here. That would be nice.'
You began to plan, wondering where you could start investing in a large supply of poison for those who wanted to do anything to your future little shop like you had seen done to others on your walk to the hotel.
Your face split into a large grin at the thought.
Hazbin hotel :D
These are just some hc of a moth reader's 'interactions' with Val. Das all.
I got this finished earlier today but wanted to post the other first so this might have made a little sense in some strange way. Anyway. @ourmurdermassiah
Reader is in hell for poisoning their (abusive) s/o(and many others)
Reader looks nearly identical to Val, only difference is the eye color and even then, it's a hue off
Surprisingly Christian. Christian conservative. Will read Bible verses to a demon if they start pissing Reader off
Runs a bakery
Routinely steals Val's clothes, just cause
Impersonates Val to steal more of his clothes
Ruins his reputation, again, just cause
Has never actually met face to face with Val
Reader is going to help at the "happy" hotel
Will likely give Angel a panic attack. Or make him angry
Someone will cause tears from the reader. There is no stopping it
Reader is religiously abstinence. Aka, Reader is a virgin.
Reader very much does not like touch
Reader gets along with Rosie and Alastor after they realize that "This isn't Val, this is someone better :D"
Charlie feels bad for Reader for yelling
The first thing you see is red.. everything.. Red sky, red building, red.. people? Your attention is quickly directed to some of the first off-color in this place.
A neon green sign that reads, "Welcome to Hell!" with some letters flickering like the light bulbs haven't been changed in years. The sign seemed to be the only clear thing you could see. Your vision felt as if you were looking through frosted glass.
You attempt to prop yourself up with seemingly extra weight on your sides. When you gaze down, there lies an extra set of arms. You quickly rush over to find some sort of reflective surface, which you find rather difficult with the new, retched sight.
You manage to feel around for a window, finding a rather tall, stylish looking moth staring back. Purple skin, large, pointed teeth, a single gold tooth on the right side of your face.
You collect yourself quickly. You knew you were going to hell after all. You had murdered many. Mainly your horrid s/o, may God rest his soul.
You look down to "see" your bottom set of hands move to a rather obvious praying position, hands clasped in front of you. You couldn't seem to move them apart even if you wanted to. They were out of the way now, so you didn't mind.
As you make your way down the sidewalk, curious about what is here (smiling all the while), you watch people quickly rushing around (running away from you), hearing every now and again a loud bang with a chorus of screams.
"Everyone is so lively here!" you hum to yourself.
You "look" around for a bit longer before carefully making your way to what seemed to be a clothing store if you were to guess.
Before you get the chance to go inside, a flyer flew against your leg. When you manage to catch it, you see that it looks to be advertising some sort of building? You have to look incredibly close to the poster, clutching the edges of it and squinting your eyes in an attempt to clear your vision (unknowing of the worry everyone around you has for the poor soul that made the poster).
It seems to be requesting... something... for the- "Mappy Motel"? "Hally Halol"? You smack yourself, laughing lightly, when you realize how close you were the first time.
While the name was still rather strange to you for Hell, "Happy Hotel" makes more sense than the others.
You pocket the poster for later when you have a better understanding of what is around you. And with that, you stroll into the store next to you.
You make your way up to a counter swiftly despite your sight disadvantage, and before you can even raise your hand to request some services, a group of three rush over to you.
"Everything is ready for you, sir," one mumbled. "Sir"? You had only just arrived, and you were getting honorifics? Granted, the wrong ones, but they were clearly helping YOU, so, what were you to do?
Accept whatever help they give, obviously.
They were quick to hand you a pair of glasses that honestly didn't seem like they'd do much, but to humor them, you took a look through them. And goodness, were you glad you did.
It was as if someone had finally turned on the defrost for the frosted windshield. You could see!
You couldn't celebrate first too long as quickly after, a coat was moved onto your shoulders. Or, at least, they tried to. It was now that you realized just how tall you are now.
To try to help, you bend down a little, but that seemed to startle them for some reason. You don't get the chance to apologize before a rather large hat is placed on your head, and they back away with a quick bow.
You smile again and swiftly turn to leave. You aren't sure what all just happened and want to leave before anything else occurs to make it feel like you shouldn't be there. You give a quick thanks and exit out the door.
It's after the door is shut, and you have already walked a ways down the street before you remember the flyer you found. With your new sight, you retrieve it and get to reading.
You skim through it, finding many strange colors that look like they wouldn't work well together, but the thought was nice. The flyer explains that there is a hotel on the edge of the "pride ring" that is accepting all who wish to be redeemed.
You look at it for a long moment, a mental debate before you make your decision.
You have no interest in being redeemed, but you have no issue in helping others who may want it. And so, you head over to one of the few who are left around you. They seemed to be a humanoid lizard, somehow seeming weak in your eyes.
"Excuse me? Do you have a moment?" You wave at him, catching his attention easily. He looks around before pointing to himself in a confused manner. "Yes! You!" He gains a fearful look. What for?
You make it over to him and show him the flyer. "Do you know where I can find this hotel?"
He points a shaky finger over to a tall building in the distance. It looks run down but definitely has potential. You give the man a nod of thanks and begin walking.
First day in Hell, and somehow, you can't wait for the next. You get the feeling this is gonna be fun.
And.. why do you feel like someone is cursing you out?