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hazbinextgeneration · 4 years

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A Little Cold Can Go A Long Way

Ah, Hazbin Hotel. A wondrous place of new hope and peace within hell's normally chaotic place....SO you would think that today would be unlike any other. The most chaotic thing you'd expect would just be a fight between guests and staff right?...Well tell that to the mysterious things that kept happening around the hotel. It all started when all the shot glasses exploded. Sending glass onto the floor. Luckily noone was hurt but there was a giant mess. Everyone blamed it on Husk being drunk at the time and his magic going out of control but he insisted it never happened before. Yeah nobody believed him, that was until the kitchen's refridgerator actually came to life and tried to eat Nifty alive. Ok. Husk's magic was powerful but no where near the levels of bringing an icebox alive. It took tipping it and unplugging it from the wall to get it to stop. And that wasn't the end unfortunately. Vaggie broke out in orange polka dots, to which Angel laughed at. A vase flew across the room and smashed into the next wall. A crystal chandelier fell and almost hit Charlie over the head. The stairs became slippery. The basement flooded. Things kept breaking or flying around or coming to life and scaring everyone and no one knew what was happening or how to stop it. ..But everyone got a pretty good idea who it might've been when Angel screamed when he caught one of the bandits ripping through his new expensive dresses and crushing his make up kits into tiny pieces. ...Of course. OF FREAKIN COURSE IT WAS ALASTOR!! Why wouldn't it be him?! Why didn't they make the connection sooner when the radios went haywire? Electronics running wild, powerful magic, crazy shadow....things!? It had his name written all over the darn thing! Why? He didn't care. NO ONE messed with his sh*t and got away with it. Of course Charlie wouldn't be much help. All she did when everyone complained was poke her head in there once before slamming the door closed and giving a nervous grin. "Uh...H-He's not feeling too good. I-It'd be best if no one disturbed him. Hehe." Of course she'd say something like that. But the VERY last straw was his hair being yanked by a laughing shadow to which he may or may not have tried to shoot dead and instead left a bunch of bullet holes in the walls. Ok. He was tired of this! Mess with him once: shame on him for not realizing it was AL sooner. Mess with him twice: Shame on the actual guy who did it. But pull on his hair?! OH! He was freakin asking for an a$$whopping!! He didn't care if this was one of the most powerful beings on the nine circles of hell! No one messed with his stuff like it was yesterday's trash. Which is why the angry fluff spider marched up to the a-hole's room with enough fury to crack a diamond, and pounded his hand against the wooden thing. The noises echoed down the dark hallway and did a round about to death ears. "AL! YOU CREEPY STRAWBERRY PIMP LOOKIN' MOTHERF**KER!!!" The spider's angry voice echoed down the hall spooking off anyone who wasn't already scared of disturbing the feared Radio Demon. "YA BETTA GET CONTROL OF THIS PROBLEM BEFORE I SHOVE A BAZOOKA UP YOUR-" The door suddenly and slowly swung open by itself making the spider pause mid yell and stare at the thing, catching him off guard. Well...that was weird. He wasn't expecting that. The dark greeted him and absolute silence behind it....After a few awkward seconds he backed away slightly. He maybe have been regretting his descicion slightly. A long pause followed and a small noise finally came out...It sounded like. "*CHEEEEO*!" "What the fu- F**K!!" A gust of wind and a shadow rushing at him was enough to knock the spider onto his rump and a shadow thing coming at him was the spooky cherry on top. He landed on the ground with a thump and watched as the creature smiled at him before zooming down the hall to presumably to cause more trouble. The experience left him dazed and staring down the hall for a bit before another noise made him look back to the doorway. "*cough, cough*......Oh dear." "Al? Oh, f**kin'-" He groaned when he got up and dusted himself off. Straightening himself out and giving an annoyed look inside. "Al you creepy old goat. You in there?" Two red eyes and a yellow fanged smile shown from the dark back to him and another cough sound came from him. "Oh my. Don't you know it's rude to barge into another man's room?....*cough*" "Rude?! HA! Do ya even know what your stupid shadow looking mother**kers have been doin around here?!" His arms crossed except one which he pointed at him. "You're d*m goon messed up some sh*t of mine." He growled. "I don't like my stuff destoyed ya hear?" His head tilted slightly still keeping that stupid grin of his and he chuckled. "Is that so?" He found it amusing the spider was angered so eagerly. He always found things like loss of self control so fascinating. And the way he was looking at him was so amusing. "Well. Quite frankly speaking. It's a little bit beyond my control dear boy. There's a slight static within the radio waves." The spider demon stared confused at him. "....The f**k izzat supposed ta mean?! If I gotta knock 'em back into place then so-" "Achzzzzzzzzzt*!" He was stopped in his tracks by a weird AF noise. The radio demon on the other hand was snapped forward and his eyes became dials of all things, as soon as it came his left. With a shake of his head, his eyes were returned to their normal red form and he resumed looking at the dumbfounded looking spider. "I do beg your pardon." "...What the f**k was that sh*t?" He threw his hands out towards him. The thing had sounded like the f**cker had tried to sneeze or something and all that came out was static. "Are you sick or somethin'?" A clapping sound effect seemingly came from no where as Alastor ever the show off gave a few clap alongs as well...from a bed from what he could tell from in the dark. "What a discovery! What will the amaizing cakeeater do next?" Angel decided to ignore that comment and instead just walked in carefully mind you. He didn't know what else this crazy cook might do, cocking his head to the side, he gave the deer demon a curious look over with his eyes. "...Is everything around here going haywire because you're f**kin' sick?" "It would seem like that definately." Angel sighed and reached one of his hands up to rub at his face. Great. Of course something like this would have to happen today and on the same day his stuff was destroyed too. Without another word, the spider demon turned on his heel and left the room leaving the door wide open. Alastor watched curiously but eventually went back to lying down, giving a few more coughs. He was left alone peacefully for a few hours, during that time letting out a few more unintentional magical outbursts he was sure caused some problems somewhere, before the sounds of approuching footsteps caught his attention and he turned his head to a most curious sight indeed. Angel was back, but he had brought a few things with him. In his many limbs were a tray of food and silverware, what looked like an extra blanket, and a small bag. ..Drugs perhaps? A frown on his face. "...I see you've been downgraded to roomservice." "Oh, shut up." He came walking in and went over to the bed. The first thing he did when close enough was put the small baggy on the nightstand and forcably push him back onto the bed which caught him slightly off guard. ...Out of all the demons he's met, Angel was one of the few who didn't seem to be scared of him. Cautious surely but not entirely scared. The covers were pulled back over him and the extra blanket was thrown on top of the ones he had. Alastor blinked and tilted his head when Angel forced the tray into his lap. "There! I dunno sh*t about this... jumpy-belina stuff you like, but you need something hot in you or else your body is gonna get worse. And dammit I ain't havin' any more of this sh*t. Now eat." He blinked and looked down the food. He was pretty sure Angel was talking about not knowing how to make 'jambalaya', but what he got instead was a plate full of spegetti and what spelt like tea with it. He tilted his eyes back up to the demon with brows raised in question. "...What? It's like the one thing Im good at cookin'. Don't judge me." "Oh, Angel. I didn't know you cared.~" For once the spider groaned at his tone, before throwing the small baggy from the small table which landed on his chest. "Just eat the stuff, and take the stupid cough drops I got ya." Before turning and walking out the door he gave the deer one last frown and pointed at him. "You owe me big time for putting up with this bullsh*t." "Oh...I think you'll get someone from me soon. Don't fret dear boy." ******************************************************************** "ACHOO!! F**KIN' H8LL!!!" The spider was curled up on the bed, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket and holding it over his head much like a hoody. Poor Charlie had brought him up some food and water but it didn't stop the spider's sour mood and shivering. Alastor on the other hand was amused at this all this. Oh he got something from him all right. He got the idiot's stupid cold! "Why Angel. You don't look too well? But not too worry." He gave an evil smile. "You'll be compensated fully with me here to take care of you." Angel groaned and face planted into the mattress away from him.

A Radiodust fic I wrote for my pal @star-the-werewolf All characters belong to Vivziepop

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batstickblog · 4 years

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Vivziepop meet Hellsing Ultimate Abridged:“Psych, Satan!” (Part Three)

Italy

Vox: So what can I do for ya, Father O'Stolas'O'Connel'O'Carrol'O'Reilly'O'Brian'O'Sullivan... Ah-who is also Italian.

FATHER: Tell-a me, Anderson: What is your favorite thing to do?

Vox: Spreading the word and love of Jesus Christ at the many people of the world. Teaching peace and love for all.

FATHER: And-a killing-a evil demons?

Vox: Ah, just try ta fuckin' stop me.

FATHER: And what about... Protestants?

Vox: Second verse, same as the first. Now put me on a plane so I can put'em in a hearse!

(Scene: Ireland)

Alastor: (offscreen) Hey, Imp Girl! Imp Girl! This is awesome! You should totally join in. Seriously, there's like, forty zombies in here. Just one shot to the head and they explode! (gunshot) Just like House of the Dead, only like, a hundred times more awesome!

Imp GIRL: (entering) Ugh, fine! I'll shoot some of the rotten bastards. Can't be that much fun. (headshots a zombie) Oh fuck the hell, yes.

Alastor: Sweet Black fucking Sabbath. If I wasn't holding off on that beast of a woman Charlie, I'd fuck the red out of those eyes. (the Imp girl gets stabbed by a dozen bayonets) Well, kinda like that; only with less symbolism and more "my penis in your vagina". (sniffs the air) Huh? Suddenly it reeks of hypocrisy in here. Oh, if it isn't the Satanic Temple Church. And what's this? No little Timmy glued to your crotch. Progress!

Vox: Ah, look at what we have here... a bloody heathen!

Alastor: Excuse me, but I'm a fuckmothering demon! I killed a lot of people to get this title! I deserve to be called such.

Vox: Well then, mind if I ask you your name?

Alastor: Only if you give yours first, papist.

Vox: Fine, I'll give you the courtesy. The name's--!

(Charlie and Vaggie in Charlie's office)

Vaggie: Voxander Anderson.

Charlie: Oh, fuck all kinds of duck...!

(Back to Alastor and Vox at hospital)

Vox: You have been chosen to reveal my existence to the world! You will witness what happens here today, and you will tell of it later. (Smacks blades together) Except you won't... 'cuz I'll have killed ya! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha...!

Alastor: Oh my! Brilliant speech. And unoriginal. That's totally from Boondock Saints.

Vox: What? No it isn't. I came up with it a week ago!

Alastor: Whatever. We're here for the vampire.

Vox: The only one left here is your sorry pale arse.

Imp GIRL: (Choking)

Alastor: Yeah, yeah, gimme a minute. (To Vox) So what do you want anyway? The nearest elementary school is at least 10 kilometers away.

Vox: It is your corrupt acclaim! It is your evil that will be sought by me with every breath!

Alastor: Boondock... Saints! Seriously, you must watch that movie religiously! (Chuckles) Get it?

Vox: Okay, you know what? Fuck it. Knife.

Alastor: "Knife"? (Gets stabbed) Huuaah...!

Imp GIRL: Master!

Alastor: Boom. (Shoots Vox) Headshot. Well, now that that's over, how about we go back to my place for a bowl of my favorite cereal, "Count Choc--"

(Vox decapitates him)

Imp GIRL: Master!

Vox: Well, now that that's over, how about we go back to my place for a bowl of my favorite cereal, "Frankenber--"

(Finds Imp Girl and Alastor's head have disappeared)

Vox: Son of a Protestant whore! Well, you know what time it is.

(Vox wields blades) RAPE

#hazbin hotel #Helluva Boss #hazbin alastor #Millie #CHARLIE MAGNE #vaggie #vox #Hellsing Ultimate Abridged #team four star #vivziepop #mashup #chat #headcanon

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hazbinextgeneration · 6 years

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Brotherly Protection

(Husk/Baxter/Charlie/crymini belongs to Vivziepop.)

Warning: Mentioning of blood. A screech loud enough to break glass cried out. The watching eyes held no ill intent for the demon lying upon the table. Wrapped in her brother's arms. The blue demon held his hands up in a non threatening manner. "Wild-Card. Calm down. I have to seal her wounds before she bleeds to death." He reached out a hand....but quickly pulled back as Wild-Card hissed and swiped at him. The werewolf in his arms was limp and many cuts lined her body from the oven explosion. He only hised and crouched onto the table more. "Baxter! Do something before my kid f--king dies!" "Crymini, you aren't making this any easier!" The older werewolf clutched her head. "For f--k sakes! Wild-Card, give Gem-Stone to HIM!!" The only response he gave was more growls and his wings coming down to cover her body from sight. "Quite it! You're gonna kill her! Just stop it! Please......stop it!," she cried. It had been right after the oven exploded suddenly. Wild-Card took refuge, perched on the table with his sister's unconscious form and reverted back to a wild cat protecting it's territory. "Crymini! Your yelling is only making it worse! He's not in his right mind right now!" "Then use your brain and think of something! My kid's gonna bleed to death!" "Do I have to do everything!? I'm not his-.....father...His father! That's it! Get Husk!" "What the h-ll is Husk gonna do?!" "You remember how you're the only one that can calm Dexter down?" "What does that have to do with any of this?!" "This might be the samething. Just go get him!" "Ok. Ok." "And hurry!" "I'm going!" A couple minutes later the older cat demon showed up being dragged by Crymini. Charlie right behind them. He stared irritated at them. "This better be good. I was in the middle of-" "Your kid's driving me nuts! Gem-Stone's almost dead and your son won't let anyone touch her!", Crymini yelled, "How did you not hear the explosion?!" "I thought Dexter or Bax was doing some kind of experiment......or Beauty was making another glitter bomb." "Well, the oven exploded and Gem-Stone's dying! She's your daughter, too! Do something!" She motioned to Wild-Card who still crouched on the table. "......" Husk carefully stepped around her and up to Wild-Card. The younger cat demon growled but didn't swip at him. He carefully reached over and grabbed one of Gem-Stone's hands. He growled louder. "Son, give me your sister." "*grrrrr*" "I love her, too. But you gotta let go. You're not helping anyone." "HISS!" His eyes narrowed. "......Wild-Card. Let her go!" He hissed and attempted to swipe at him.....but in a lightning fast motion, Husk grabbed his arms in one hand while the other forced his head facing down at his unconscious sister. "You see her! You see all those cuts! You need to snap out of it before you get her killed! If you don't, it's gonna be all your fault!" Wild-Card struggled in his grip. "NOW WAKE UP!!" He let go and he went crashing backwards into the floor behind him. Not wasting any time, he gently lifted her up and carried her still limp body over to them. "Here. Take her. And hurry up before she's gone." "How did you do that?" "Simple. He knows me as the alpha male around here." "...........Dad?" He looked behind him. Wild-Card was looking down at his body in terror. ".......Why is there blood on me?" -Later- "Did you find the problem?" The blue demon looked up from the oven. "Yes. One of the wires was wrongly crossed with another. Making it like a ticking time bomb. The two wires rubbed against each other causing friction which resulted in a fire. Whatever was in the oven caught fire resulting in too much heat building up and the oven exploded. It was only a matter of time before this happened. Gem-Stone was just in the wrong place at the wrong time." "Poor girl. How is she?" "Fine. She's resting on the couch from all the blood loss........Where's Husk?" "He took Wild-Card to get cleaned up. Hey! Could you do me a quick favor?" "I guess." "Great. I gotta make a call for a new oven. Could you take Gem-stone her lunch?" "Sure, Charlie." He stood up and took the tray from her. "Thanks." He nodded before walking towards the living room. "Gem-Stone? Are you awake? I got-" "HISS!" He stopped"........Oh, come on! Not again." Gem-Stone gave him a blank look as her brother wrapped his arms around her more and her father laid next to them. ".........I don't suppose you could get Aunt Charlie?"

#Gem-Stone #Wild-Card

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