#Hazbin cop au

[kitcat221]

Now presenting “Sour Apples”! My new Hazbin Radioapple Cop AU

Lucifer is a police detective who’s in charge of solving homicide cases with his partner Adam. And Alastor is the medical examiner, or ME, who helps determine time and cause of death for their cases victims.

Recently divorced, Lucifer is trying to balance work life and home life with his daughter Charlie who he only has partial custody of with his ex Lilith. One night while he was sleeping at the office, he catches Alastor “clocking in late hours” at work doing something suspicious in the morgue.

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Please let me know what you think or these concept sketches~!

[sondrox]

Cops and Thugs Ch. 1 - A bad shift

FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14242641/1/Cops-and-Thugs

AO3: Cops and Thugs

Summary: Vagatha Jiménez is a police officer that one day finds herself face to face with the daughter of the biggest mafia boss of Pentagram City, a dangerous and criminal city to the core. Vagatha will be trapped in a forced alliance if she wants to stay alive and maybe, in the process, profit from the whole situation with the help of Charlotte Morningstar.

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“Central to X-22. Report status. Have you located the suspected dealer? Over,” The radio of a police cop called to the driver and a woman of black complexion and hair.

“Central, here X-22. We are following a tip from our informant, we’ll keep looking, over.” Vagatha lied. In front of her police car she could see her police mate Angel collecting the share for drgus from a local dealer.

Vagatha found herself parked in an abandoned alley where she knew no one would bump them by mere accident. She made sure a third time in the day her police uniforme remained neat and took a particular focus on her plaque hanging on the left side of her torso.

She pulled out a grey with red smartphone from her pocket and opened a chat she had with her girlfriend, Charlie. The history chat displayed a list of compliments, flirts, cheering up phrases, lots of emojis hearts, dogs and rainbows and a myriad of colors from the sender, whereasg Vagatha tried to play along as best as she could.

In that instance she limited herself to send an emoji of a bird, a cloud and a green check.

Vagatha allowed herself to relax after sending that message and let her view get lost at nothing at all, until her eyes fell in the rear-view mirror between the driver and copilot seats. She saw herself and the criminal situation she carried on. Though it wasn’t the most correct per se, she had convinced herself it was the best on the long run.

To that day, she still had doubts about how she had ended up in a relationship with the daughter of the capo of the biggest mafia in the city.

Vagatha remembered It all had started when she caught in a dealer with pounds of cocaine in his car. She had turned him in, but in a matter of days he had been set free and Vagatha sought an explanation.

FIVE WEEKS BEFORE.

“Come in.” Her sergeant said when she knocked his door.

“Sir, I wanted to ask about the dealer that I…we turned in. Bastard’s got plenty of packages on his car. Why had he been set free?”

“Bail.”

“Say what again?”

“Someone paid his bail, didn’t you hear?”

Vagatha blinked a few times confused. “Sir, it had come to my understanding he had been denied his right to pay for a bail.

“What you want me to do? Junkie’s got persuasive friends. Get the fuck out of my office, Jiménez and do something of use for once.”

The woman cop could distinguish a couple bottles of alcohol in his shelfs.

Vagatha didn’t find funny at all when the same guy was arrested two weeks later as he tried to sell small packages of cocaine hidden beneath his shirt.

Vagatha had been assigned with the task to patrol the streets in search of other dealers like the one she arrested to find clues in the product’s origin. But observing from afar had never been her strongest suit. So instead she walked through the city streets trying to lure the least attention to herself possible. As much as she could with her police uniform on.

It had been several hours already and the most excitement she had found in her day was the verbal fight she had with a driver who had overstayed at the parking meter and she gave her a fine. She almost wished the situation had escalated to put his ass in the ground and put him inside her car. Anything to make her day any less blant.

It seemed the angel  hear her prays Meanwhile Vagatha rested her stare, she found a tall women with a brown smoking that was surely equivalent to one month on Vagatha’s salary. She had been hawking at her and her blonde hair fluttering against the wind for more time she was willing to admit. Her mind had gone blank.

And it would had have stayed that way, but Vagatha managed to catch how that woman received a yellow package from a hooded man from head to toes with a large grey hat, hidden in the insides of an abandoned buildings before he disappeared. Vagatha immediately recognized what kind of envelop that was. Some senior cops had confiscated a similar package from a small group of criminals of the Morningstar mafia.

All happened in less than a second and the woman continued walking with package at hand without saying a word and they walked separated paths.

She opted for following that woman and discover what the hell was her deal. She couldn’t follow her from her police patrol or she would call too much undesired attention, so, with pistol at her holster, Vagatha opted herself to carry on her feet as fast and discreet as possible.

Despite her efforts to follow that woman and discover what was her damn deal, there was always that impeded her to reach her. Bumps with people, trips, traffic.

After following her for several streets Vagatha managed to peek how the woman entered a dog shelter she knew well. More than once she and other cops had received don’t for robberies or even discussions that had escalated into violent brawls.

Whenever she was nearby and her job allowed it, Vagatha passed by and checked out everything were in order and nobody wanted to screw over Sr. Pentious, the shelter’s owner.

Vagatha’s alarms kept tuned when she saw the woman coming out of the shelter just as quick as she entered. Her mind went to the worst-case scenario at once. Right after the woman had walked away far enough, Vagatha entered the shelter kicking the door open with her pistol at hand ready for the worst. A couple of puppies sleeping nearby the door ran away scared in different directions with clear cries of fear. To her not-so big surprise, quick and loud steps as thunder strikes alerted her of the first person to receive her, a man in his thirties with black hair falling down to his back with a blue dark jacket and an old and dirty yellow shirt beneath. He charged into the reception with a shotgun in his hands.

“Get away from my babies or I will blow your fucking blow your h-! Pentious stopped right where he was upon seeing the cop at his reception. “Oh, is just you, Ms. Vagatha. What may I do for you in this fine evening?” All the hate and panic in his voice had vanished in a matter of seconds but he Pentious still held his shotgun at Vagatha.

“First, put that thing away.” The woman showed herself undeterred to Sr. Pentious and his shotgun. Right where he couldn’t see, Vagatha’s hand trembled tense and still behind her back just in case she needed to use it. Just. In. Case.

“Oh, my most sincere apologies, Ms. Vagatha. Mi paternal instinct warned me of the terror invading my little creatures and I abided my duty as father.” Pentious finally put down his gun and went to a back room to store it back.

“I need to ask you about the woman that just entered. The one with an classy suit and long blonde hair. Why she came here? I need information, and I need it fast.”

Pentious stretched the neck of his yellow shirt. “Is not I don’t’ want to help you-“

“Then you will tell me what I want to know.”

-But you know better than anyone that kind of information is expensive…more than one can imagine. Today is it you who comes through my door seeking answer, but tomorrow, good god, I don’t want to imagine.”

“If you tell me what you know I will pretend I didn’t see the shotgun you just aimed at my face, for which I’m sure you don’t have a license to hold and that I don’t know how you got a hold of.”

Pentious cried out to the ceiling and kicked out like a kid for a few seconds before he recomposed himself. “Alright. I don’t know her name, but she comes once a month to leave…a payment.”

“A payment,” Vagatha repeated, hoping she heard wrong.

“Yes.”

“A payment…of…money.”

“Yes, of course.”

“Why would she do that?”

“How I’m supposed to know!?” Pentious threw his hands to the air and shrugged his shoulders. “She was the one who came to me. I thought someone finally became interested in my personality and heart. Do you have any idea how tedious is to be father to thirty dogs on your own alone?”

“Pentious, focus.”

“What I want to mean is, if you find a dollar in the floor, you don’t ask yourself how it got there. You just grab it and carry with your life a little less miserable.” One of Pentious’ dogs came out of the shelter’s kitchena d ran to his owner and bit his pants pulling them until the small puppie teared them with a clear ripping sound Pentious only exhaled without doing nothing to stop it. “Those were my last intact pants.”

Vagatha’s brow frowned a bit. “If I were you, I’d make sure no one is looking for that dollar. How much are we talking about here?”

“Not much actually. Just some ten…yes, ten grands a month.”

If Vagatha had been drinking water, she would have spitted out in Pentious’ face. “Ten thousand a month for a dog’s shelter?”

“If you will stay here to criticize my every life decision, my mother already does that for me!”

A gut feeling advised Vagatha there was little else of use she could get out of Pentious. She left the shelter and resumed her search for the unknown woman.

To her good luck she managed to spot her before she turned around a corner in a street and hastened to follow her.

Vagatha could let it go. She could be not so impulsive and keep an eye on Pentious’ shelter, waiting for her return or go to the police for a way to identify her.

Maybe it was out of boredom or her impulse for a merit with which stand out. None of those options sounded good enough for her.

Her mind was so busy justifying itself she didn’t have time to react to the hand that grabbed her by her neck, lifting her off the ground to immediately after stomp her against the pavement like a ragdoll. Vagatha’s body hit the hard concrete and her view became blurred for a few seconds. For a little while she could see smells and hear flavors. The hit had stunned her and deafened her. She couldn’t stand.

Vagatha couldn’t tell if she didn’t hear anything around her because of the hit, or because she didn’t realize she had walked into one of the city’s abandoned streets where barely any homeless vagabond lived, if any at all.

When she finally returned to planet earth, the first thing she saw was the blonde woman standing in front of her. If her eyes were working correctly once again, she could swear she had seen some trail of…preoccupation?

But before she could confirm anything, a figure emerged over her. Covered in a brown hoodie from head to toes and a grey fedora hat on his head. It was the same figure who had given the woman that package full of money.

Cop and hooded figure stared at each other, as much as they could with Vagatha on the floor managing to tell the man was in his forties, face filled with some wrinkles in his goatee beard. His expression one of few friends and one filled with the full desire to kill someone: Her, most likely.

Over time, sound came back to Vagatha and could catch some of the discussion between woman and man.

“You went too harsh on her!” The woman shouted at him, wanting to help the cop, but she didn’t know if she should or how to even do it.

“So?” You told me to take care of her.” The man answered back as simply as the woman did exalted.

“Not to almost kill her! She’s not a-a-a-a junkie or…a stoner or something worse!”

“She followed you like one.”

“That’s not the point! The point is…” The woman sighed and inclined her back to Vagatha. “Er…Hi, are you okay? I’m sorry Husk was so hard on you,” The woman pointed at the hooded man with a wave of her hand. “He was doing his job…and I think you were just doing yours too…anyways! Name’s Charlotte. Yours is…? “Charlotte realized the floor maybe was not the best of places to carry a conversation on, she asked Husk with an eyes signal to help her stand up.

Husk complied, lifting her with the same effortless move with which he tackled her down with and put her back against a wall and kept his hand at her shoulder firmly.

“Again, I’m really sorry, I-we had to be sure you wouldn’t cause us any trouble, er, Officer.” Charlotte cleaned some of the dust in Vagatha’s uniform.

Only then Vagatha had returned to herself fully and had only grasped fragments of her encounter and the situation she found herself in. Her brown hair had turned into a mess and now covered one of her eyes. The one uncovered eye became filled with a fierceness Husk identified in an instant. The will to fight with whoever on had in front of them no matter how injured one could get.

For two whole seconds those were Vagatha’s intentions until Husk turned her around and stomped her face against the wall and grabbed one of her arms against her back. Such defenseless position only exuberated Vagatha’s rage, but Husk didn’t let her move one inch.

“Husk, please,” Chalotte said, almost begging. Husk eased up his clutch on her but still held Vagatha against the wall. A little more relaxed and having an easier time to breath, Charlotte said: “I don’t want to cause you any harm Officer, I hope just you understand it…worried us, that you were following me, and…we had to be cautious. Nothing more.”

“I’ll give you a reason to be! Who do you think you are and why you have that package full of money!?” Vagatha spoke for the first time, only being able to see Charlotte in the corner of her eye.

Upon hearing such question, Charlotte played with her long hair as she laughed, unable to look at Vagatha. “Unfortunately, I don’t think I can answer that? If my father finds out, I don’t want to imagine what would happen…especially with you. He will maybe send you to sleep with the fishes.” She thought out loud that last part, only realizing the such words escaped from her lips and her eyes opened up wide in terror. “��Is not like he will do that!” She raised up her hands in front of her. “I hope not,” She whispered to herself. “Well, he won’t as long as he doesn’t find out I found out you found me out. So we can…simplyyyyy…” Charlotte begged with her eyes to Husk to step in with a solution as she tried to give her most confident smile lacking of nervousness.

“Kill her.”

"Let me go."

"No!" Charlotte squealed before she covered her mouth with her hands, as if someone was going to hear them, despite the fact that she knew there was no one around them.

She couldn't help but fall silent as a sign of her recurrent stress in the situation, or any situation considering her…line of work.

Charlotte couldn't let her go. If she did, she would run the risk of having these police come back from her, only to trap her and use her as a weak point in her father's criminal world. And she would not return alone.

Her, the entire police force, every crime boss she could name, and God only knows how many more.

Blood. It would end in blood. Blood on her hands.

And if Charlotte killed her, she would end up with her blood on her hands.

Did she always have to end in blood?

Was there no other way?

Those same questions ran through Vagatha's mind out of survival instincts and impulsive temperament.

"We must hurry or Don Morningstar will be upset if you are late." Husk broke the silence.

Vagatha found herself strange at such a statement and at the mention of a mob lord, only beginning to understand that she had walked down the wrong shit hole, or she thought so, that she was beginning to understand.

"Who the hell are you even to have anything with Don Morningstar?" Vagatha asked as she tried to keep her face away from the grime of the brick wall she was stuck to.

Charlie forced a smile as she inhaled and sighed, then rubbed her neck. “I'm sure he'll understand if we explain the…situation. Nothing to worry about."

"So I kill her already?" Husk pulled Vagatha away from the wall and drew a knife from her trench coat, placing the tip of her blade into her neck as he now held her stomach. The police instinctively tried to get as far away from the knife as possible without much success.

"No! Wait! Why did you give money to the owner of the animal shelter!? Where did you get the money!? What other illegal businesses do you have!?” By now, Vagatha was asking more out of desperation of never knowing the truth if she died than out of a true sense of justice or duty.

Husk snarled at her questions and pressed the blade harder into her skin. The two connected eyes with each other with intense desires to kill the other. Vagatha gritted her teeth, preparing herself if she had to throw punches and for the worst when-

"Why would not?" A voice interrupted her silent desire for blood. Charlie's voice.

Cop and thug looked at her confused. Her expressions filled with an expression of: "What do you mean?"

“Why wouldn't I give money to a dog shelter when I can? It's the least I can do, after all he's done. Besides, if I don't do it, who will? Charlie was unable to look at Husk and Vagatha and only looked to the sides.

“What the f-Who is “he?” Who are you?" Vagatha was getting fed up with this situation, and not just from his knife against her throat.

"The truth is that I hate pulling this card but, I was referring to Lucifer Morningstar." Charlie pressed her lips together as she rocked her head slightly from side to side, as if she was choosing her next words carefully. "He's…well…he's my dad." Charlie tried to make it sound like the most natural thing in the world.

Vagatha blinked uncertainly, unsure that she heard Charlie correctly, unsure if she should believe him in the first place. There was very little they knew about Lucifer Morningstar for sure, so Vagatha could only assume that if someone made such bold statements, they either had a death wish or were telling the truth.

Somehow Vagatha believed both options applied to Charlotte.

Cold sweat broke out on her brown skin. She almost wanted to want to laugh. Almost.

Morningstar? A daughter!? She had only been a cop for a few months and she already knew shit that only criminal bosses should know! This was like knowing the biggest secret of her worst enemy. The kind of secret that could get her killed by for knowing! Except this was ACTUALLY the biggest secret of her worst enemy, for fuck’s sake!

And now if Vagatha managed to get out of this disaster alive with the intention of telling of her discovery, Charlotte's two options would apply to her as well.

She was probably seconds away from death and yet the same insignificant question filled her future empty head: "What does Pentious have to do with all this?"

"I beg your pardon?"

“Pentious. Why him of all people? Do you use his shelter as a money laundering business?"

Husk growled once more at her intrusive questions, but Vagatha didn't care as she believed she was seconds away from dying.

"Oh no! No no no! On the contrary! He was the one who told me that he wanted to open a dog shelter."

Vagatha's lie detector skyrocketed to the sky, but she at the same time she could see the conviction with which Charlotte backed her words. But then Husk interrupted them.

"If we don't come back soon the boss will shit on us."

"I'm sure if I-we... explain the situation to him, he won't."

"He'll shit on me."

Charlie swallowed heavily. “We can't leave her here. That just leaves me with the option of bringing her with us to see what we do with her. And definitely not…kill her.” Charlie whispered that last part to herself.

"The boss won't like you dealing with a cop."

“Let me be the one to deal with him,” Charlie said with a smile, a sudden boost of confidence.

Husk grunted to himself and the three of them headed deeper into the alley they were in until they came upon a sleek white car. Vagatha didn't know much about cars, but she could guess that it was a carefully preserved old model.

Husk tied Vagatha from hands and legs and blindfolded before throwing her into the back seats of the car and taking the driver's seat and Charlotte the passenger seat. Vagatha could hear them arguing, probably over what to do with her, but Vagatha was too busy trying to free herself from her restraints and remove her blindfold.

Husk started the car and the three of them drove out of the alley onto busier streets in the city. After several minutes of spinning around like a twisted worm in the back seats, Vagatha managed to remove the blindfold over one of her eyes. She immediately tried to see through the window as she lay down and was only able to recognize the silhouettes of the buildings for a short period of time before the car entered parts of the city she was unfamiliar with.

At a certain point, the natural light was decimated as the car entered a place Vagatha couldn't tell exactly where it was, once the car stopped Vagatha could only assume that the discussion between Charlotte and Husk about what to do with her had only been postponed. for later.

Vagatha lost sight of them as they got out of the car, but she could still hear one of them approach the back door of the car Vagatha was staring at and saw their shadow rise from the car window, immersing Vagatha's silhouette as a prelude to her destiny.

Shit! She could see when she was supposed to be blindfolded! Even if she didn't know exactly where she was she could guess an approximate and that could end up killing her.

The car knob began to move to open.

"Okay. This was it. All or nothing. I will fight until I find a way out like I always do,” Vagatha thought. "And that old bastard is not going to s-!"

When the door opened, Charlotte was on the other side. Each looking at the other in a frozen response. Vagatha found herself on the verge of getting into a fight as Charlotte thawed into a fawning response as she put Vagatha's blindfold back where it was supposed to be. Most of Vagatha’s self-preservation anger de-escalated, leaving just enough for a sense of alertness and wariness.

"Who's the dead weight?" A male voice asked between laughs as Vagatha felt her legs and arms being tied to a wooden chair.

"Angel! Not today please don't start! She's not dead weight."

“She soon she will be,” Vagatha heard Husk say.

"OK!" Chalotte took a deep, quick breath. “You two, enough! No one is going to die unless I say so!"

“Tell that to my mood for a good night. I had a guy I had to extort for money and then suck his dick, but youuuuu had to bring this thing and ruin everything!"

“This thing has a name and it's official Jimenez for you, you bunch of morons! All of you and your poor asses are about to end up in jail for the rest of your miserable lives! Starting with you, asshole!” Vagatha exclaimed still blindfolded.

Nobody answered.

"I'm talking to the wall, aren't I?" She sighed in a defeated tone and then received a few pats, almost smacks, on the back of her neck.

"I'm here, sweetie." Angel taunted her from behind. Vagatha tried to stand up and defend what little dignity she had left, but any effort of hers was decimated by Husk's heavy hand keeping her in her place. Such reinforcement only spurred Vagatha to try even more.

"Can you stop fighting for a minute?" Charlotte raised her voice clearly fed up with the situation. "Please? She's just a police officer and not our enemy. In any case, she has done more for the city than all of us put together.”

Angel laughed profusely and let out a great breath of joy. "And why would I do that? The only thing this city has ever done for me is be a pain in the ass. And not the pleasant one.” Vagatha didn't need to see to know that Angel was smiling.

"Eeeh, I think we should kill her," Husk muttered drunkenly with bottle in hand, Vagatha could guess from the weight in his words and the sound of bouncing liquid.

"Thanks for agreeing with me, honey." Angel purred moving closer to Husk and hugging his arm as he placed his hand on his chest.

"I fucking didn’t!"

"Then what are we going to do, ‘Her Majesty’? If she is not an enemy to us, then what is she?"

Charlotte ignored the nickname she hated for being lost in thought about her until her face lit up with the distinctive expression of having had a new idea.

“How about we make it one of us?” Charlotte proposed with the same naturalness with which someone orders in a restaurant.

This expression was received by different reactions by those present in the room.

Indifference. Inconvenience. Confusion.

"You mean a traitor?" Angel asked.

"No! No. She was thinking more of a-"

"Traitor?"

"No."

“Liar?”

"No…"

“Two faces!

"I meant a double agent!" Charlotte yelled raising her hands.

For a few seconds Angel just stared at her without saying anything until he burst out laughing. “And what is she going to do!? Bring you donuts and coffee!? No, no, no. Wait! I got a better one! You will make her arrest people over stepping flowers!” Angel continued to laugh so hard that he began to double over himself for a while having the blast of his life. Eventually his laughter gradually ceased as he wiped the tears from his eyes. “Well, I think I've had enough fun here. Let me know when it's time to take out the trash.” There was nothing Vagatha wanted more at that moment than for her to kick the huge, stupid grin off Angel's face. The mocking criminal dragged Husk to go with him to another room, leaving Vagatha and Charlotte in an uncomfortable silence which made Charlotte sadder despite being the one with her hands not tied behind her back and her eyes blindfolded.

After verifying they could have some privacy, Charlotte removed the blindfold in an attempt to make the best of the situation, although she couldn't deny that she backed down a little when Vagatha still had that fierceness instilled in her face, contrasting against the expression Charlotte's fearful and evasive expression as she played with her hands unconsciously.

“Look, I know you don't have many reasons to trust me, or…none at all. But, you can trust me when I tell you that I have no intention to harm you."

Vagatha's eye narrowed in contempt. “Why should I have the same sentimentality when I walk out of here and kick the door down with a full SWAT team!?”

Charlotte looked down at the floor with a reluctant smile. “Yes, I can understand why you would want to do…that…after…this.”

"Yessss! And 'that' is just!-" 

The sound of an incoming call interrupted Vagatha. The tone was that of an excessively colorful musical that got Vagatha off the hook. She didn't need to wonder who was calling after Charlotte answered with a: “Hi Ma!” calmer than she could pronounce.

"Lilith Morningstar." Vagatha's mind makes sure to note if, and only if, what Charlotte has said so far is true.

Seizing the opportunity in her new solitude, Vagatha rocked in the chair until she fell under her own weight to the floor. A grunt later, she searched the room for something to cut her bonds with until…

Bingo! Vagatha saw a knife on the edge of a shelf in what appeared to be a compact little kitchen. "Of course! Thank god for the stupidity of these buenos para nada.”

Her path to the kitchen was like that of a worm: embarrassing and slow. She couldn't stand up or even roll into the kitchen because of the chair on her back. Eventually Vaggie managed to position herself just below where the knife hung. She rocked her body so that the chair hit the furniture and the tremor dropped the knife.

The bladed weapon wobbled but not enough to fall. If she hit harder she could draw everyone's attention back to herself. But if she didn't risk it, Vagatha would make sure she stayed trapped there, so Vagatha did what she did worst and was to face the odds against her.

After stronger blows, the knife ended up falling under her own weight over the precipice.

The sharp end of it landed on Vagatha's cheek, opening a small wound and causing it to bleed slightly. Vagatha grunted for a moment before her face was filled with the first sign of real joy of the day.

…

Ok, maybe of the week.

Her knife bounced a few meters away from her and Vagatha rolled as far as she could with a chair on her back until she managed to grab the handle of it with her hands tied behind her back and lay on her side. she.

Slowly but surely, Vagatha cut her bonds and with her free hand she finished freeing herself from the chair.

Her first thought was to escape from that damned place. But the side of her most eager for recognition of her prompted her to search the place for something she could use as blackmail material against Charlotte. Or at least use as confirmation of the big fish she claimed to be, or her connection to one.

While exploring the place, she came across a warehouse full of garbage and plastic crates with a large wooden table at the end of the room against one wall. On that wall Vagatha found a mural with several photos connected with a red thread. Vagatha acknowledged that all the photos were of relatively recently renovated places from last year and recent months.

On the same mural he found photos of abandoned places, consumed by dirt and neglect, connected by a light blue thread.

Why were these places points of interest to this woman and what were her intentions?

Curse! She if she only had her phone to take photos as evidence, but she had left it in her car. Only if she still had her police car that hadn't been stolen or vandalized.

Vagatha shook her head. "It doesn't matter. I need to get out of here to-"

CLICK!

One moment Vagatha was looking at the series of photos on the mural and the next she had turned to the source of the sound which turned out to be Charlotte, pointing a gun at Vagatha in her hands, her grip shaking from it.

“Ok, I know this looks bad. But I REALLY needed you to listen to me for five minutes before I-"

"Before I do something I regret?"

"Before I do." Charlotte cocked her pistol. The gun killed the silence before the bullet did.

"You don't know what you're doing, so let me tell you that a-"

BOOM!

Her ears went deaf for a second followed by a gasping sound. A trail of smoke passed through the room. Vagatha felt a brief, hard push. Her hand was slow to respond when she wanted to put it on her stomach. She suddenly felt sticky and wet, and lifting her up in front of her face she could see it covered in shocked red until it all faded and she received another reality check instead.

"AGGHHH!"

"Oh my God!"

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

Charlotte's pistol fell to the ground at the same time as Vagatha's body with a heavy thud. She didn't know at what moment she found himself in Charlotte's arms while she was bleeding at great speed while she was screaming something and…she was dragging her? The cold enveloped her and she did not know what to do. Her arms moved without her control. They touched everything within her reach, looking for something to cling to without purpose.

The next thing she remembered was more screaming and a great urge to vomit. Flickering lights and a head world filled her senses, and then, darkness.

The next thing he remembers is opening his eyes to an annoying light from which she couldn't hide. As her eyes adjusted to the new, annoying lights, Vagatha found herself lying in a hospital room bed in the middle of the night.

It took her several minutes to realize that she was connected to only-God-knows how many monitors and an IV. A nurse stopped her from removing it and informed her that she had received a gunshot wound to her abdomen.

Vagatha immediately tried to get up upon hearing that, but she got a horrible cramp inside her. As if someone had opened her wound, had reached inside and crushed her organs from inside her until they turned to a thick red mush. Vagatha fell back onto the bed limp and sighing heavily. Subsequently, Vagatha probed her stomach with her fingers and found a large patch on the left side of her abdomen.

The nurse told her, not to say she ordered her, that she should rest until she was discharged. Worst of all, she was not told when that would happen.

"Who brought me here?"

“Your friend, and I think her grandfather. Do you think you can contact them? It would be nice to have them as a support system until you get better, they left before we could get their information."

Her heartbeat quickened at that moment. Proof of this was her heart rate monitor. “…They…will be leaving town soon. But I have people who can…help me. I am a police officer. I need to notify my superiors of my…mishap.”

The nurse complied and gave her a phone with which she called her police sergeant. The first four minutes consisted of pure yelling and cursing, Vagatha tightening her grip on her phone with an urge to throw it out the window as her blood pressure rose by the minute.

But the real worst came the next morning after her scolding when Vagatha received her first visit from another male police officer with a goatee and a similar complexion to Vagatha's.

Relief was one of the last sensations that Vagatha felt when she saw him. One of the reasons for her being hers, having abandoned her to her fate in her turn —to mention a few of hers. Another reason being that she knew the only reason she and he were together was because of forces beyond her control.

“You look like shit,” was the first thing he said upon seeing her.

"Eat shit, Arackniss."

"Yes whatever. When do you think you'll be able to get your ass out of bed? The sergeant has been bothering me because you-"

"You've been fucking missing!"

“-been missing. He 'asked' me to investigate the activities of a person who has been leaving packages of money at random locations and see if there is any connection. Don't you happen to know something?" Arackniss looked out the window as if the streets were a thousand times more interesting than her mate before turning to see her. “Ah, why am I asking you? I'm sure your ass was glued to the police car seat. Oh by the way, they stole it from you.”

The conversation between the two ended shortly after. Vagatha had proven more than once that talking to Arackniss was just as productive as talking to a brick wall.

Vagatha was released after a few days of observation—no more visitors, but she was taken off work and forced to take a two-week vacation.

She spent the first week on alert peering through the tall windows of her curtained apartment looking for the car in which she was kidnapped as her main pastime, apart from an old TV whose signal sometimes failed. Usually Vagatha spent her free time at the shooting range or exercising, but with her gunshot wound she couldn't leave the house and do any kind of minimally demanding physical activity hurt too much.

She jumped exalted whenever she heard a sound outside her apartment, forcing her to look through the peephole of her door into the hallway, distrusting every shadow and figure that caught sight of her.

In the middle of a night, one of the few in which she went to bed, Vagatha couldn't stop tossing and turning between the sheets with the worldly sounds filling her brain with background noise coming through the window. But then, through the distant sound, she could make out someone's footsteps in the hallway. She wondered who could come to her house so late at night as the sound reached its crescendo as it reached Vagatha's door. She expected the footsteps to recede into the distance and disappear, but instead the sound stopped immediately. Vagatha's pupils went in the direction of the door.

For a moment she Vagatha thought that maybe she was just overanalyzing him and that she needed to go to some damn sleep, but then she could see the shadow of a person coming under her door. still. She could see how the shadow crouched over the door, but she couldn't guess exactly what it wanted to do. Then the shadow moved away from her and with it the silence returned, failing to reassure the sleepless police.

Vagatha lay tense with one foot off the bed; just in case you have to jump into action. Her heart pounded in her ears waiting for things to go to shit, only to have her heart beat even harder when it never did.

She only dared to move after several minutes when her body could no longer bear the stillness and agony. She pulled her pistol out from under her mattress. One that she had supposedly lost "In action" on one of her shifts.

She walked as close to the wall as she could, reaching the door wearing only a white tank top and gray shorts. Vagatha put her ear against the wall looking to hear whatever the person outside was up to, but she heard nothing.

She pulled the door open just enough to pull the barrel of her pistol out of the small opening. Even finding nothing Vagatha kept her guard up. She closed the door briefly before removing the chain and opening it fully again and immediately ducking around a corner at the entrance to her apartment and she pointed towards the door holding her pistol firmly with both hands.

Vagatha checked both sides of the corridor quickly, finding nothing and no one in the proximity, but when she had started to explore beyond her door, her foot collided with a small box on the floor.

At first there was no clue that could tell her who the sender might be, though due to the fact that it was the box it was neat and ordinary she did give him a clue as to who she might be.

Her curiosity mixed with her insomnia almost prompted her to open the box just then, but the nuts in her brain turned at the right time and she remembered who it may have come from.

Vagatha immediately went back inside her apartment and put the box on her kitchen table as soon as she could. The thought of calling Arackniss or her sergeant crossed her mind sooner rather than later. Doing this alone was perhaps the most sensible thing to do, but then she would have to explain why she received that package, and thus her encounter with probably the daughter of the biggest mob lord in the city, how and why she had made it out alive and…

She shook her head when it began to spin due to the mental overexertion in digesting and processing the situation at such late hours of the night. She taped several forks at the ends and crafted a long stick with a knife at the end to open the box from a safe distance.

By the time she managed to open the box hidden behind a table with her homemade elongated stick, Vagatha waited a couple of minutes in anxiety, excitement, and sleep depravity. After nearly falling asleep, Vagatha forced herself to check the box herself.

Inside she found a phone. A much better one than the one she had. Taped to the phone was a yellow note taped that read: “So so Sorry to shoot you! I hope these gifts help you feel better. Get well soon! ^_^”

Vagatha read the letter several times hoping to find some secret message or clue that would tell her the location of the eccentric woman, but she found nothing.

After the eighth reading, she realized that the letter mentioned "gifts." Vagatha had only found the phone. Checking the box, she realized that it was too big and heavy to hold just a phone, not to mention that she could feel something crashing against the cardboard as she shook it like a child going through her Christmas presents to guess what they were.

She cut a hole in the bottom of the box with the same makeshift long knife and could make out something green in the hole she made. She expanded the gap with her hands and suddenly her eyes froze at the sight of the unmistakable green of bills peeking through the cuts.

She removed the lid that covered the bills completely and discovered that the entire bottom of the box was full.

It was then that she understood. Like a bucket of cold water falling on her without warning.

They were bribing her.

Or…were they trying to? She hadn't accepted the money yet…but she had already taken it…and it was inside her apartment…

She tried to find clues on the smartphone that she found in the box for clues to contact Charlotte.

No apps. No numbers. No messages. No secret codes.

Then the second bucket of cold water fell on her head.

They were going to contact her. Not the other way around.

That woman was more intelligent than she had anticipated.

She had received a one-way ticket to the criminal mob world and they did not accept refunds.

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This idea originally came from a Pinterest prompt, I had the intention for this to be a one-shot, but the more I wrote it down, the more I had to add and solidify for this whole story to make sense, and by the time I realized it, this was getting too long for a one-shot, not to mention that I was liking it too much and I was realizing the potential that this story had, so now the idea is to divide it into a few chapters.

Not gonna lie, I feel a little guilty pleasure writing this story since I should be working on other projects that I have pending, but I think I can make the best of this situation.

[nunalastor]

Resident Evil 7/Worlds Watch

You know what? Let's make it even better. Let's make it so that, in the au where Roo shows the world's Hazbin hotel, this is also a world where Alastor Hawthorne a) killed his father for sexually and physically abusing him and his mother and then almost killing her, b) then killed the racist doctors and cops who refused to help her, leading to her death, then c) fought in world war one and was a war hero, meeting and befriending Guy Winters who would later become his roommate, before d) the whole thing with the Baker House happening. As Earth, Heaven and Hell watches Hazbin Hotel, there are moment where Alastor references the Bakers, like 'this little darling is Niffty! She's here to make this hotel look slightly less like the Baker House!' No one but Guy, Alastor, and the Bakers (Lucas is in hell the others are in heaven, watching next to Guy) know what he's talking about - until in universe post finale Lucifer pulls out the crystal ball, and everyone on all three planes ends up seeing Alastor's past.

The horror of it all. The violation. This is worse then when it was just Vox finding out from his spying on the crystal ball. But also, Heaven has no idea what to do with Alastor cause they see him do awful things - but they also see him do undeniably heroic things.

(Michael, to Guy: So...is he single?

Lucifer, to Alastor: So...are you single?)

Alastor gets Earth FANCLUBS. Humans look at his victims and see how monstrous they were, and are like 'yeah, they deserved to die.'

Vox is furious cause who is this Guy guy? Who knows Alastor for longer then him, and has a child with him, and who Alastor BASICALLY DIED FOR -! *TV shorting out noises*

👀

[randomreader92]

Hazbin Biohazard AU

Based on the AUs from @nunalastor's posts

Notes for pre-Baker Estate Alastor:

His smile is still present but less unhinged.

Alastor has some trauma from an abusive father and serving in the trenches as a Radio Operator but is still a relatively normal guy... for now.

Alastor is an up-and-coming radio host and waiter.

Alastor was roommates with his best friend Guy Winters, a detective, who went missing during a case. After three years of hounding the local police, spreading the word on the radio and amateur detective work, Alastor finally receives news via a letter written in Guy's handwriting asking him to come to the Baker Estate.

He comes armed with a hunting rifle since Guy is likely in danger.

Alastor does call Mimzy to let her know what's going on, just in case.

Notes for Beginner Baker Estate Alastor:

He thought he was prepared for anything. He was not.

Manages to fight off a crazed Guy with his rifle, only to get ambushed and then shot by Jack. By his own rifle, no less.

That Jack Baker is bringing back all sorts of repressed childhood trauma.

He is force fed the "Special Feast" Marguerite made for him before the cop can interrupt them.

He finds the Officer (an older white gentleman) through the window and tries to ask for help but isn't understood. The man is dismissive of Alastor's ramblings, accusing him of trespassing and maybe even being the one responsible for the disappearances in the area.

This experience taints Alastor's perception of the Police (not that he had a high opinion to begin with).

Despite his dismissiveness, the Officer is compassionate enough to give the clearly terrified Alastor a knife to defend himself.

Notes for Expert Baker Estate Alastor:

He is no longer terrified of the horrors around him, just so very tired.

Neither Guy nor Alastor was happy with their decision to “put down” Eveline, a severely traumatised victim of abuse, but the danger she posed to herself, and the world, was too great to be allowed to continue.

Alastor has a stronger psychic bond with Eveline than the others because he understands what she’s feeling. He remembers what it was like, being a powerless child surrounded by adults who are either indifferent to your suffering or active participants in it… and the catharsis of striking back against your abusers and finally having the power to take control of your own fate? He knows it all too well.

Notes for Post-Baker Estate Alastor:

After the Baker Estate, Alastor has a new mission; to hunt down those involved with the creation of the E-Type series and those who abuse the fairer means.

It is during these hunts that Alastor notices, even though Eveline and her Mold is gone, he still has a craving for human flesh and rotting meat. He starts making a secret meat box specifically for himself, so that Guy never finds out. However, Guy is a detective and figures it out anyway.

Chris and Alastor become good friends after the Baker Estate, Chris acting almost like an older brother figure to Al. Chris even calls him “a good guy” when Alastor confesses to his guilt over Eveline’s death after one too many drinks. However, Chris does notice Alastor’s darker tendencies coming to the surface as the years went on but is unsure of how to act on it.

Guy is diagnosed with a incurable lung condition as a result of the exposure to the Mold and poor living conditions at the Baker House.

Due to Guy’s fragile physical health, Alastor starts overworking in order pay the medical bills to the point of mental and physical exhaustion. They get into fights over it, with Guy begging Alastor to “please look after yourself!”

At some point, Guy accidently gets another woman pregnant. When the woman confesses that she doesn’t want a child, he decides to take the newborn in himself after discussing it with Alastor.

Alastor was secretly terrified a little nervous about living with a child, but it was love at first sight.

[thedeerman]

Hazbin Human Prison AU?

Okay so this absolutely would not happen until Do You Want To Know is finished (it's not even close, i'm so sorry) but ive been thinking a lot about doing a prison AU.

The premise: Lucifer is the warden of a mid-security prison. He doesn't really take much interest in his job, but he sticks around because it helps him keep an eye on his daughter.

Prison Staff:

Charlie is the prison psych. She believes whole-heartedly that every single person in prison deserves a second chance at life once their prison term is over, and she wants nothing more than to help them prepare for that.

Vaggie, Charlie's girlfriend, is an ex-cop turned social worker. She's more or less Charlie's right hand now, accompanying her throughout the day. Can't have her going into one on one meetings with violent criminals alone, now.

Alastor is one of the long-time prison guards. The jailmates know not to mess with him, he's the type to pull you out and either physically or psychologically torment you just for looking at him the wrong way.

Niffty is the janitor and lunch lady. People fear her more than Alastor, sometimes. She doesn't seem like much of a threat at first glance, but eventually, every new prisoner found out first hand why people feared her.

Vox is head of surveillance. He sits behind the cameras all day making sure nothing strange illegal immoral he doesn't know about is happening. He and Valentino are together, but they try to keep it a secret. They fail constantly. Everyone knows.

Valentino is a morally corrupt guard that smuggles in contraband for prisoners. He takes his payments in money, sex, and sometimes information for Vox. He's got a long-term deal going with Angel.

Velvette is a younger guard that spends a lot of her time making videos of the prisoners for social media. Is this allowed? No. Is this legal? No. Is this moral? Also no. Is she going to do it anyway? Absolutely.

The Inmates:

Angel Dust is a drug addict and a sex worker. He's been in and out of jail for years, but it looks like he's going to be here for a while this time. He's known Valentino for quite some time, and they have their arrangements to keep Angel from being sober for too long.

Husk is a gambling addict and an alcoholic- not a great mix when it comes to hanging around casinos. Not only is he in serious debt, he's in jail for starting a fist fight in a casino... Again. Makes some pretty good jail hooch though.

Cherri, Angel's long time friend, is in for use of illegal explosives. She'd lost an eye to similar things in the past, but her addiction to the thrill of blowing things up refused to let her stop. Now that she has no access to the parts she needs, she's actually pretty chill.

Sir Pentious really doesn't belong in prison, at least not one where so many weird violent things go on. Sure, he taught some rats how to plant monitoring devices and sent them into a couple of people's houses, but it was only so he could... Well, spy on them. Yeah, maybe he does belong in prison.

Note: this would absolutely include a fuck ton of ships. radioapple, huskerdust, chaggie, staticmoth, cherrisnake, and platonic radiorose

[pokelolmc]

One of my new favourite Hazbin Hotel fic AUs is this weird crossover niche of "Alastor is/was a character from another fandom, before he snapped and became who he is today" AUs, eg. "Harry Potter becomes Alastor", and one random "Tim Drake becomes Alastor" fic I found on AO3. Because I find it interesting to try and figure out how to meld the other character's backstory, powers or personality with his.

And that inevitably led my traitorous brain to the idea of "Danny Fenton becomes Alastor" (because now DP and DC are forever associated in my lizard brain, curse you Phandom!).

Which is just...the weirdest thing ever, because they're just so different—like, how the fuck do you set up Danny to become Alastor, of all people?! It feels like the most unfitting character to do this with...

And that's exactly what my brain has decided to see it as a challenge.

Added caveat: this is an AU!Danny specifically from a generic angsty dissection fic scenario, where he's been traumatised by his parents and fucked over by the world (and he has no healthy way to cope)—then he's sent back in time, lost and completely alone

-Danny falls through a natural portal to 1900's Louisiana with no way back (something something, Clockwork's-out-of-the-picture, something something)

-Alastor being a mama's boy? Danny gets taken in by a loving mother figure after getting lost in time—a kind woman familiar with the supernatural who accepts his ghost half right off the bat. He sees her as his family. After a year or so, though, she dies. He spirals again. He dyes his hair brown and starts wearing glasses when he runs away to New Orleans to change himself and cover his tracks.

-Alastor feels like an interesting name for Danny to choose because it means "the avenger", and can also mean "defender of the people" (a meaning more apparent in the Scottish version "Alasdair/Alastair"), but could also have a negative connotation of "persecutor"; the character symbolism writes itself

-the normally tech-savvy Danny who finds old-timey stuff boring would be forced to find something to entertain himself in the 1900's. So he gravitates towards radio, with it being the closest thing he's got to modern tech. Give him several years or so to grow attached to it and enjoy the idea of working in it. He goes from fantasising of radio comms at NASA to a public radio host, playing with all the fancy knobs and dials.

-his ghost half is the reason Alastor's powers/magic in Hell is green

(also I heard someone say the typical human!Alastor design has the "Timmy Turner hairstyle", which I can't unsee now. And it's Danny's hairstyle too. Because we know how well Butch Hartman and originality mix. Male protagonist? There's only one hairstyle for that!)

-he becomes a serial killer because he's snapped over the years after all the shit that's happened to him; he's developed a bitter, cynical and self-aggrandised ego and thirst for justice and revenge, and he's all alone with no one to keep him out of the dark echo chamber leading to villainy

-a serial killer with ghost powers plays cat-and-mouse with cops, and never leaves a trace; before he starts killing, he's already made deals with and intimidated the ghosts that come to New Orleans through other natural portals (it's a portal hotspot) under a new ghostly persona. He has both sides of the city fearing or respecting his power. Every ghost who goes to New Orleans knows whose territory it is. They just never link the ghost and human together. He becomes like an even worse Plasmius. It sets him up for Overlord stuff in Hell from the getgo

-the cannibalism was a...happy accident. On a whim, he decided one guy's crime was too insufferable to die without torment, so he took the guy back and...tortured him the way his ol' folks knew best. He starts cutting people open as if trying to relive what his parents did to him, but from the other end—as the person with all the power. Taste-testing what he cut up came incidentally, but he decided he didn't mind it and made it a routine.

I can imagine a villain!Danny with more narcissistic tendencies, but my main trouble is where the overblown confidence and charming/manipulative skills come from. After all, Danny's pretty socially awkward. How exactly does he grow into that?

[asdeadasasquirrel]

So the thing is I did really end up enjoying hazbin hotel. I found it flawed but really enjoyable. I’ve been thinking of actually writing an honest review talking the good the bad and the ugly of it, but I’m not much of a writer.

I have been accused of being easily entertained so there is that before you guys say anything.

This post is less about my taste in tv however and more about how bad I think fandoms have become because oh my god??? This is a nightmare.

When did everything become so … puritanical? When did everything such as making aus that divert from the plot or change character behavior for fanfics become bad? When did canon suddenly become so important? When did shipping noncanon ships become morally repugnant?

This isn’t even just about this one show, it’s happening to a lot of shows and books and movie fandoms now. It’s like the terminally online married the no fun allowed police to create the most by the book obnoxious content cops the likes of which I have not seen since my time in the Steven Universe fandom.

Like, the arguments I’ve seen just over whether or not certain ships should be allowed on the base that they defy canon is so fucking stupid .

If these kids, I’m forced to assume it’s kids based off of certain teen behaviors, knew about the kind of ships you get in the Star Wars fandom they’d hurl.

[thefakehedgehogaroundhere]

this isn’t about the hogs…

I… want to get into the Hazbin Hotel fandoms but idk if I wanna actually watch the show cuz I’m a kid and like I don’t care about swearing but yknow…

and like maybe I should just watch comps of it for an understanding of the characters… but like also I need plot n stuff and I’ve seen you reblog it so like

idk

can you give me a rundown of the show?

if you can’t/don’t want to just answer this ask with no or smth

please and thank you

(Don’t make a hazbin sonic au k?)

You got it! I do want to warn you tho: The show contains violence, death, abuse, sex, and suicidal ideation.

The prologue is just Lucifer likes free thinking, so he steals Adam's wife Lilith and then they trick Adam and his new wife Eve into eating the forbidden fruit, and now hell exists.

The princess of Hell, Charlie, is trying to redeem sinners to avoid overpopulation without the same cruel tactics of keeping the population down that Heaven uses- mass extermination once a year. To do this, she opens a hotel called the Happy Hotel that rehabilitates sinners, that she runs with the help of her girlfriend Vaggie and her friend Angel Dust.

Unfortunately for her image, Angel is currently engaged in a turf war with a demon named Sir Pentious, fighting alongside his best friend Cherri Bomb. Which. Yknow. Not exactly helping him redeem himself.

After a bit, a fearsome demon named Alastor appears at the door, offering to help Charlie run the hotel- not to rehabilitate sinners, but to be entertained when said sinners fail. He introduces Niffty to be the maid, and Husk to be the bartender (who Angel immediately begins flirting with). Alastor beats up Sir Pentious, renames the hotel to Hazbin instead of Happy, and that's the end of the pilot.

I cant explain every single episode in great detail- especially if you decide to watch it- so these descriptions are gonna be much more brief. 1 paragraph per episode, MAX.

Charlie's dad, Lucifer, lets her go to a meeting with Heaven, where she's introduced to Adam- the first man and head of the exterminators. He disagrees with her plan to redeem sinners, since he doesn't think they can change, and moves the next extermination to half a year from now.

Sir Pentious returns for another fight with Alastor. We're next introduced to the Vees- three powerful demons named Vox, Valentino, and Velvette. While Vox and Alastor have a rivalry, Pentious has actually been sent into the Hotel by the Vees to act like he wants redemption, but actually just to infiltrate them. After Vox tells him to kill himself (im not kidding), Charlie allows him a chance to redeem himself, which he takes. Vaggie and Angel are pretty pissed about this but it's fine

Alastor goes to a meeting with the other overlords (just demons that have massive power, specifically over certain territories), where Velvette starts talking trash to Carmilla- an overlord who also sells weapons. Velvette accuses her of killing an angel that was found headless in Hell after an extermination, and later it's revealed to Vaggie that she DID kill the angel to protect her children. She doesn't want the secret to slip, because if Heaven finds out, it means war.

Angel is revealed to be in an abusive relationship with Valentino. He's a porn star, and Val is his director and boss. Charlie, blissfully unaware, tries to get him off work for the day to do trust exercises, but Val threatens Angel that he'll hurt Charlie if he can't make her leave. Angel lashes out, shoots the porn, and returns to the hotel bar with Husk to drink away his sorrows. Husk tries to get him to open up, so he leaves for another bar. Husk follows him there too, and he explains that Angel isn't the only one who's damaged and that they're both losers.

Lucifer shows up and is depressed, and he has a rivalry with Alastor about who is the better dad. Al's friend Mimzy shows up out of nowhere, lore-dumps, and then it turned out she just went to the hotel to escape the cops because she stole a car. Alastor politely tells her to fuck off. Charlie and Lucifer have a conversation about how the hotel could work, with Charlie pushing Lucifer to let her go to Heaven and try to make her argument in person. He caves, and Charlie excitedly tells Vaggie she's coming too.

Charlie and Vaggie arrive in Heaven, and are introduced to an angel named Sera and her daughter Emily. Charlie and Emily agree that sinners should have the chance to be redeemed, which Adam again shuts down, saying that they had their chance. Vaggie is revealed by Adam to be a fallen angel- and not just an angel, but one of the exterminators, punished to life in Hell because she saved a child. Charlie begins fearing for what else Vaggie could be lying about, but before she can panic more, the opposing viewpoints turn Heaven and Hell to battle. Also, the whole time this is going on, Angel, Husk, Niffty, Pentious, and Cherri are getting drinks, and seeing the supposed "redeemed souls" drinking is actually what sells it to the angels that they can't be saved.

Everyone prepares for the battle. Charlie and Vaggie make up, Vaggie trains with Carmilla, Angel, Husk, and Niffty spend more time together, Pentious catches feels for Cherri, and the Vees get their popcorn ready. Pentious tries to tell Cherri he's interested for like the whole episode and ends up just saying "please don't die ok bye"

Battle. Alastor put up a force field around the hotel. It stops working. Angel and Husk make sex jokes while committing several counts of murder, Niffty stabs anything she can see, Alastor and Adam fight but Alastor turns into a puddle and leaves, Pentious kisses Cherri and then fucking dies, and Charlie and Vaggie are fighting side by side. Lucifer shows up and tells Adam "you get no bitches because I stole them both", and then Niffty stabs Adam to death. Everyone sings and then HOLY SHIT PENTIOUS MADE IT TO HEAVEN

[jylesthejester]

UPDATED ROCKYMEDIA/MCYT HAZBIN AU (I might make two separate onesdjfjfk) ( @therummonster you requested to be updated so I update thee) :

Design things/how they look :

Sabre - since angel canonically(?) Hates his legs, I made Sabres legs chicken legs :D The way he looks(chicken-like) is basically mocking him for having bad fortune (since chickens normally mean good fortune).

Unicorn Mann - His horn is there cause he got stabbed in the head with an ice pick.

Tina - Disguised herself to look like a tiger Moth

Ryan - he has Paw feet- mimics a hellhound

Goldy - Has a bunch of golden patches on her skin.

Tony - Excorcist angel, also looks like a tiger Moth.

Kat - (in hell) resembles a cat :D

Cookie - also a exorcist angel, has a mainly Pastel color pallete.

Other stuff :

Ryan - Sold "tea" to people when he was alive (drvgs) and was also a thief- sin is still pride. Has a hell tea collection(if that exists). Originally reflected on why he was in hell and was like "well... yeah I was a bad person. Let me try and make myself better".

Tina - Met Ryan after she disguised herself, so Ryan doesn't know :3 Has a more vaggie-ish personality but still has og!Tina mixed in there. She still calls Ryan cutie and stuff like that.

Sabre - He wears long socks/boots/etc to cover his legs up- :3 Died in the 1940's bc of forced overdosage (by a "friend"). Very show-off-ish. Taller then everyone else, but mostly cos he wears platforms.

Unicorn Mann - ✨️Soda addiction✨️(as therum mentioned in one of the other posts, but since this is hell I think he'd (SOMETIMES[rough day]) would mix Alcohol w it- cos- ye- also that's just a common thing for some people to do)

Goldy - This might be butchering her character a bit but I kinda made her have a grumpier personality, she's still a bit silly and ignorant but yea- hell and all- kinda made her a bit different. All her teeth are gold.

Tony - doesn't know where Tina is and is worried about her :3 Died due to natural causes, got to heaven after Tina got trapped in hell.

Kat - Died due to gang affiliation and getting killed by the cops(Out of character for Kat I know but- A-). A little less timid than she was in daycare, she got more timid after she got sent to hell.

Cookie - Died from putting herself in the forever box after Tina died. She's also an exorcist angel and just doesn't know what happened to Tina since that was never adressed to her specifically.

[sondrox]

Cops and Thugs Ch. 2 - Water and Oil

FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14242641/2/Cops-and-Thugs

AO3: Cops and Thugs - Chapter 2

Summary: Vagatha tries to recover from her last encounter with the biggest mobster's daughter in Pentagram City, but her efforts will be found destroyed by an apparently innocent call into duty.

Since the first day Vagatha had returned to the field, she had made sure to keep a low profile when performing her duties. One advantage of her line of work was that: If you don't see evil, you can do almost no shit all day long.

To her unfortunate luck, and just as she had been warned, she and Arackniss had been forced to stay together on their shifts. If one was seen without their partner they would suffer disciplinary consequences.

For the first time ever, Vagatha was grateful for Arackniss’ lack of sense of duty. Since she had returned, they had wasted time visiting Arackniss's friends at various places throughout the city on an almost routine basis.

Or rather, Arackniss was visiting his friends while Vagatha stayed in the patrol car behind a closed window to prevent the stench of the bar she was parked in from making her vomit.

Her current, still in-recover state exacerbated her discomfort and disturbed her ability to relax, as she frequently checked the car's rearview mirror for Charlotte or her matón or whatever criminal Charlotte might hire.

Vagatha's radar alarm should have gone off when central called their radio at exactly five o'clock. Maybe he should stop drinking that morning coffee that could only be drunk in large gulps.

“Central to all nearby units, we need an 11-10 in avenue Moises 1522 over.”

"Central, this is X-22, we'll go investigate," Vagatha reported.

She knew that place. In fact, she could see it at the end of the street through her rearview mirror.

An old school left in a decaying state. It had been abandoned for so many years, undergrowth and plants had grown out of control to the point of turning the place into a small jungle. The roots had spread through the walls and between the cracks that the building had.

Vagatha knew that this alert was too simple for anyone to have any business in there. But Vagatha had thought the same of the other alerts she'd received in the two weeks since she'd returned.

The thought of not making anything of course crossed her mind, due to her injury—but her excessive caution told her that she could only use that excuse so far.

She ignited the car's engine and her foot hovered over the accelerator, when she stopped it a few inches above it. Vagatha sighed heavily before opening the car window and pressed her horn.

“Arackniss! Get your ass in the car before I take you out!" Vagatha yelled. A pang made her double over herself as she leaned against the door frame and held her hand against her abdomen.

The longer Vagatha waited for Arackniss, the more noise came from the bar across the street.

It started with heavy footsteps followed by shouts and curses. Shortly after, Vagatha heard glass breaking and tables being thrown into the air. Like the tables, the doors to the premises were flung open and Arackniss was thrown through and tumbled down the stairs.

Half a dozen people in various states of intoxication chased Arackniss down to the car with every intention of getting their hands on him, until Vagatha drew her gun and pointed it at them.

"Back off or I swear I'll blow the heads off of every single one of you, you brainless assholes!" The drunken men seemed to get the message and slowly walked back. Vagatha cocked her pistol and they all ended up running as fast as they could in different directions.

Arackniss got up awkwardly from the ground and reached heavily for the handle of the car, dragging himself to the passenger seat.

Vagatha didn't even bother to comment on the situation and drove away.

"Hey, thanks for, HIP, saving my ass." His head rested against the window next to his seat.

"I did not." Was all Vagatha bothered to say before briefing him of the request central had gave them as she drove to the abandoned school and parked in front of it.

"I'll go investigate, you'll stay in the car in case Central or the sergeant calls —" Vagatha caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye as a drunken Arackniss had every intention of leaving. " Hey! Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing!?” She asked as she tried to sit Arackniss back in his seat while the policeman waved his arms around like a child playing catch.

“Stop-BURP-touching me! I'm going to kick this jerk's ass so hard he’ll wish he was never born!"

“You'll only end up getting hurt! You're so frus— ! ” Vagatha stopped herself before relapsing into the routine bickering the two of them had. A poisonous sensation burned in her throat as she suppressed the bitter words from escaping her lips.

While Arackniss was busy getting his shit together, Vagatha did the same, discreetly checking the rearview mirror. She could feel her skin crawling at the thought of her police patrol making her an easy target.

“Why…don't you just watch over the place in case the suspect comes out? I'll go investigate and you can…” Vagatha stopped her words when she saw how Arackniss was falling asleep on his seat until his mouth was half open and his body was soothed. “…do that." Vagatha wasted no time in getting out of the carriage and shutting the door as quietly as she could. She looked around for a door or opening in the fence surrounding the place.

Vagatha couldn't help but feel like she was walking into a trap. That was not what bothered her, but who had prepared it. She was already beating herself up for falling right into an obvious trap built specifically for her so easily.

Her suspicions were not built without foundation. During the two weeks that she was away from work, dozens of messages had arrived on the phone she received about a week ago.

A buzz disturbed what little peace Vagatha could have for herself in the middle of the night. She was only accompanied by the sound of a fan being turned on in her apartment.

Vagatha checked the phone and saw a message notification on the screen.

Private number: Are you okay? :)

That message and much more were left unchecked. Vagatha had no intention of giving this woman what she wanted.

And yet here she was in that place, doing exactly that.

After exploring, Vagatha came across an old padlocked door covered in rust. She first tried to shake her. When that didn't work, she decided to kick her, when she tried she could feel how the wound in her abdomen wanted to tear itself open. Vagatha doubled over herself again, breathing heavily as she held her wound until the pain subsided enough.

She searched through the brush near the place and found a large enough rock, picked it up and smashed it against the padlock and until it opened and fell to the ground along with the chain on the door.

She was so distracted by her discomfort that she didn't notice the fresh marks in the dirt, caused by the door whenever it was opened. Vagatha adjusted the lock and chain so that they appeared to be intact.

Walking into the courtyard of that abandoned school, Vagatha thought she had entered a horror movie through the playground once full of children and life. She continued exploring until she found the entrance to the school through the playground through a white wooden porch, dirtied by the passage of time and nature, giving it an almost post-apocalyptic aesthetic.

The wood of the white door creaked as Vagatha pushed it open, even with the utmost care she could muster. Her hand was already resting on his gun on his belt as he entered, but she found a desolate playroom, except for abandoned and dilapidated toys, just like the rest of the place. The entire place was shrouded in almost complete darkness, except for the dozens of holes of different sizes in the ceiling, allowing some small amounts of light to filter in. Some so small that only a snake could get inside and a few more, sparse and as big as if a SWAT team had broken into the place.

Her hand left her gun for a second when she heard a flutter fill the room. Vagatha drew her weapon in a quick draw and aimed it directly at the ceiling, only to catch a glimpse of a flock of birds flying from the place.

She sighed tiredly and placed her hand against her forehead. She squeezed her hair between her fingers as she tried to calm down; she could feel all her stress concentrating on her left eye where she still had the scar from the knife—Vagatha swore that one of those days all that stress would make her eye burst.

It didn't take her long to realize that the first floor of the school was filled with nothing but decay. Vagatha thought that perhaps she had seen things where there were none, but as she approached the stairs that would take her to the second floor, she heard notes from a piano and a voice singing.

“♫They’ll never…alive~♫ ♫We’ll live like ta-tata ta-ta, they’ll…a masterpiece~♫

Before Vagatha knew it, she was already climbing the stairs. The closer she got, the more she could make out the piano notes traveling through the empty halls and corridors.

Her mounting stress played tricks on her mind and senses, to the point that she could no longer tell where the music and voices were coming from.

Left? Right? Behind her? From the roof?

Vagatha could do no more than wander among the dim rays of sunlight that filtered through the holes in the ceiling. She found to a theater with a few rows of chairs on each side of the room, and at the end of the long room, Vagatha found the source of the sound that was driving her crazy:

At the end of the theater, lit by a large hole in the ceiling, stood a blond woman with tangled hair in garters and a red tuxedo and pants that seemed tailored, as did the black shoes she wore.

Charlotte Morningstar. It was evident that the woman had not noticed Vagatha's presence, for she continued to sing for her own amusement. The imprecise lyrics were accompanied by a set of skilled, almost masterful finger dancers on the piano keys that were their ballroom.

Vagatha approached the particular scene as close as the darkness allowed her without revealing herself. She was absorbed by the astonishing scene that almost crossed the line dividing darkness from light. She was almost drawn to the light like a stupid moth to a flame.

She was barely backing up to a safer point in the dark when she tripped over her own foot and the wood on the floor creaked under her weight.

The music stopped and silence fell on the room as Vagatha's heart dropped to the bottom of her chest.

“Husk? It's that you? Have you finished checking the kitchen? I really don't know how any child is supposed to eat healthy in such poor conditions. Oh! Do you know what that reminds me of? We could do some workshops for that high school that's under the highway. I know you didn't like it the last time we did it, but from those workshops we found that impr— ” Charlotte joined the silence and her gaze was lost in the darkness. Her face had a curious infantile calmness as the smallest hint of a smile flickered on her lips before she said:

"Officer? Is that you?" She asked in no particular direction. "I swear I'm not armed this time!" She said using his palms like a megaphone.

"Maybe not, but I am," Vagatha stated. The barrel of her weapon emerged from the darkness, aiming at Charlotte before she did.

"Hello," Charlotte squealed in embarrassment and a nervous smile as she held up her hands.

"Hello," Vagatha replied in a cold tone and cocked her pistol.

“I'm so sorry I shot you! I swear I don't know what happened! I don't know when my finger got on the trigger and I don't even—”

“I don't give a shit about your excuses. You kidnapped and tried to kill a police officer, I'm going to enjoy putting handcuffs on you and putting your ass behind bars for the rest of your life." Vagatha's anger prevented her from catching the slight blush on Charlotte's flushed cheeks, as well as a tiny whisper of something Vagatha didn't catch.

As Vagatha stepped forward to put her hands on Charlotte, a huge arm wrapped around her neck. Vagatha raised her pistol at the burly figure, but the figure acted faster and grabbed her hand to pull the pistol away.

In the middle of the struggle a bullet went off, the birds on the roof flew up in fright, and an Arackniss still sleeping in the patrol car startled, his eyes widening for a moment before falling asleep again.

The fired bullet left a small hole in the wooden beam above the piano Charlotte was sitting at. The hooded figure snatched the pistol from Vagatha's hands and subdued her by seizing both of her arms with one arm, while with his free hand he tucked Vagatha's pistol inside his hood.

Being so close he could see the figure dressed in a large brown trench coat and he could only deduce that it was Husk. She countered by elbowing him in the abdomen taking advantage of the difference in height, but the bodyguard barely flinched at the blows and restrained both of their arms using only one arm.

When Vagatha stopped fighting out of her restraint, Husk forced her to walk up to face Charlotte at the piano.

"I know…" Charlotte cleared her throat. “I know this looks bad, but I really wanted to see how you were after our last…meeting…”

"And?" Vagatha's lie detectors began to go up.

“And…I need to ask you a super duper favor. I wouldn't be asking this of anyone else if it wasn't super urgent."

“You're a loose end,” Husk said.

Vagatha's brow furrowed as the gears in her brain spun. "You want to blackmail me, is that what this is all about, eh?"

Charlotte whimpered in disagreement. “Blackmail is such a strong word. I prefer to say we have 'shared interests'.”

"Ha. Too bad you two have nothing that could interest me.”0

“ I'm soooo sorry to say it, but that's where you're wrong,” Charlotte put her fingers together and played with them. "You see, your police patrol was reported missing two weeks—"

“I found out when I woke up in the hospital after you shot me.”

“Right…well, after 'that' happened, I asked Husk to bring your car to Angel's residence. You know, I couldn't let anyone know what happened to you…and the problem is…we kinda still have it?”

” So what? What do they want for it? Money?"

Charlotte giggled. "No no. Not at all. Money is the last thing we need.”

By now, Vagatha was no longer sure what this encounter was about. “You want to return it to save my ass and that I owe you one?”

"No, that's the problem!" Charlotte took one of the chairs in the theater and sat in front of a restrained Vagatha. “I would love to return it to you for the…inconvenience…”

"Bullshit..." Vagatha snarled against Husk's arm.

“…but, the thing is: Who the hell does that in this city!? We can't even just casually leave it lying around as it could link back to us! Ergo, you." Charlotte waved her arm at Vagatha.

"If your father is who you say it is, and if he’s so damn powerful...Doesn't he have people who take care of these things?"

“My father doesn't know that our 'meeting' has happened at all. I'd like to keep it that way, and I think you would too. We can help you if you help us.”

"And what the hell do you need me for in the first place?"

“It has to do with one of the three V's . I—“

"No," Vagatha shook her head. "I’m not going to do it."

"Could you at least listen to me before you say no?"

“I don't give a shit what it's about or what you need me for! Let! Me! Go! Maldición!" Vagatha struggled to free herself from Husk's hold, but the old bodyguard held his ground.

Seeing that tossing and pulling was going to do little good, Vagatha nudged Husk's leg with her heel, which jarred the hooded man enough that he increased his efforts to restrain her. In the middle of their tug-of-war, Husk's trench coat fell open where she could see the outline of his gun and she pulled it out.

Husk noticed what she had done and immediately let her go as he pulled out Vagatha's gun out of his coat—It was only then that Vagatha realized that she had grabbed Husk's gun.

Police and bodyguards pointed at each other until the former realized that Charlotte was standing in between them like a statue trying to pretend to be invisible by not moving.

Vagatha rushed towards her and pinned her arm against her back while continuing to aim at Husk.

"Drop your gun!" Vagatha yelled. But Husk remained adamant. "I said drop it!"

Charlotte still had one arm free, and she waved her hand at Husk to keep his distance and nodded to him.

Only his pupils moved in his immutable posture towards his boss, who continued to nod fervently. Husk lowered his gun, slow as clockwork.

“Don't try any smartass shit or anything like that. Drop your weapon.”

Husk complied, though by throwing his pistol away from the three of them, falling between the rows of chairs in the theater facing the stage. Vagatha cursed under hear breath, but figured out that was better than nothing.

"Now turn around and get on your knees!" Vagatha ordered, but Husk seemed not to hear her. "I said on your knees!" Husk and Vagatha stared into each other's eyes, not even daring to blink. Vagatha knew exactly what he was doing, he was reading her expression and her emotions to predict her next move. She was doing the same thing and this was a game.

And if Vagatha was honest with herself...

She knew she was going to lose.

Husk stepped back and Vagatha immediately shot the wall behind Husk in retaliation. “Don't try shit, you big sack of…shit! I will not give you a warning shot!”

Despite the oxymoron, Husk tried to move again and Vagatha fired once more.

CLUNG CLING CLANG

Vagatha's bullet ricocheted multiple times off objects and metal surfaces around the theater. The police let the mobster-on-the-rise go to find a place to take cover; she and her bodyguard did the same, finding cover by crouching on the stage stairs.

Vagatha hid behind the piano as the bullet flew all over the place, a great buzz filling her ears.

The three watched with tense attention as the bullet embedded in one of the wooden beams in the ceiling above the piano. As the situation seemed to escalate down, Charlotte was the first to break the silence.

“Oh, thank goodness nothing bad happened. For a second I thought—"

A cracking sound killed the brief silence in the room, coming from the ceiling in the same place where the bullet hit the beam. Cracks spread across its surface quickly until the beam split in two, as the supports broke shortly after.

Vagatha could only see a shadow growing above her head while she was stunned to see the beam fall on her head as if she was seeing the arrival of Armageddon.

"Nooo!" Was all Vagatha could hear before she caught a glimpse of Charlotte's figure. She pushed her out of the impact area before the Beam crushed the piano and smashed the wooden floor in two, as if earth itself cracked in two.

The remains of the piano took the brunt of the blow, releasing a myriad of musical notes in a thunderous wave of sound. Said sound wave and impact shook the building's foundation, and escaped its walls into the nearby surroundings to alert anyone nearby.

Anyone nearby, just like a sleeper Arackniss swayed, arms flailing like a child just awakened from a dream of falling off a mountain. His head turned in all directions searching for the source of the sound until his eyes fell on the abandoned school. His right hand went to his pistol on his belt and he stepped out of the police car.

Meanwhile, inside the school, Vagatha and Charlotte were lying on the brink of unconsciousness. They were in the main area of a library, looking around Charlotte saw that the fall had crushed several tables in the room. Some book pages were flying around.

Charlotte was the first to her feet, but a bruise on her right shoulder numbed her muscle in a jerk. The blonde mobster let out a quick, piercing whimper before falling to the ground again.

She only gasped in pain one breath at a time before gruff hands lifted her off the ground.

“Get up,” an equally rough voice rang in her ears. Charlotte could feel Husk put her injured arm around his shoulders. As Charlotte dragged her feet across the floor, she opened her heavy eyes to see Vagatha still lying on the floor with a few pieces of debris on her body and a little bleeding in her hair.

"W-wait!" Charlotte limped in the opposite direction Husk was going, before he jerked her back roughly.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"We-COUGH-we can't leave her like this!" Husk tugged on her arm hard, but Charlotte tugged harder. She limped until she reached Vagatha and found her breathing ever so slightly.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" She whispered between screams. "Officer, please wake up!" Charlotte removed the pieces of debris from her body, but she could only use her left arm. She shook Vagatha from her shoulders while gasping for air.

Husk wearily reached for his boss and saw that his pistol was lying a few feet away from an unwilling Vagatha. Husk retrieved his pistol and put Vagatha's back in his trench coat.

The police opened their heavy eyes and saw Charlotte with her hand gently cupping her face. Vagatha slapped her face and crawled away from Charlotte. Despite her disadvantaged situation, Vagatha refused not to be ready to throw hands if necessary. She saw Husk standing next to Charlotte and reached for her pistol in her belt, only to find it empty.

"Easy, easy. We're just here to help."

“Stay away! I won't warn you twice!"

Charlotte was only a few paces from Vagatha when the library doors were kicked open and Arackniss strode through the doors, pistol drawn, ready to fire.

The first thing he distinguished with his double vision were the figures of Charlotte and Husk next to Vagatha's on the ground. In a second, three bullets flew through the dusty, lightly brushed bookstore, piercing the tense calm Charlotte tried to build.

Arackniss's bullets struck books on the shelves at the back of the library. Books fell from their shelves and frames alike. Husk immediately pulled Charlotte to take cover between the aisles made up of tall and long bookshelves.

Husk forced Charlotte to duck as he pulled out Vagatha's pistol and handed it to her, then pulled out his own. "Stay here. Use it if you have to." He cocked his pistol and leaned out of his hiding spot. Another bullet hit the wood of the shelf. Husk growled and cursed to himself. He went in the opposite direction to the end of the aisle of shelves until he came to a long corridor that connected all the aisles to each other.

The collapsed ceiling prevented Husk from reaching Arackniss using those same corridors. He would have to go through the bookstore and get to the other side, and that would mean exposing himself.

Husk walked to the back of the bookshelf hall, as far from Arackniss as he could get. He stood in the corner of the last shelf facing the central area of the room. He could hear footsteps approaching. “Like duck season.” Husk grabbed a book and threw it into the open.

BANG BANG

Arackniss fired at the book, or rather, at the already bulleted wall. Husk noticed how the bullets weren't even close to connecting with their target.

Husk grabbed another book and tossed it the same way. As soon as he heard another shot, Husk countered by firing back, forcing Arackniss to stagger his way to cover. The bodyguard wasted no time running to the other side of the room into the other set of hallways and corridors. Despite his old age he made good and quick use of his opportunity and ran as swift as any man on his thirties.

As soon as Husk got to cover, he fired two more shots to keep Arackniss in cover while he gained ground. As Arackniss walked down the hall/refuge, he knocked several books off their shelves with his stagger, a few of them falling near Charlotte, sitting on the floor in the hall next to Arackniss. Charlotte held Vagatha's pistol in a tight grip with one hand, while the other covered her mouth and breathed hard and heavy.

As Arackniss hid, Husk took the opportunity to get his hands on Vagatha and a chair, dragging the two into a hallway, out of Arackniss's sight; a hallway perfectly aligned with the one Charlotte hid on the other side of the library.

Husk tied Vagatha to the chair and covered her mouth with a rag Husk had in his coat. He readied his pistol pointing at the entrance to the hallway as he heard footsteps getting closer and closer.

His gaze inevitably fell to a sheltered Charlotte, watching attentively his every move. Once she figured out his intentions, she shook her head fervently as she looked at him. Husk cursed to himself and put his gun away.

Arackniss entered Husk's corridor and saw him standing with his back to him.

BANG BANG BANG

Arackniss fired until his magazine was empty. The next thing he knew, a book was heading straight for his face. Arackniss’ gun It flew from his hand before his body fell unconscious to the ground after spinning a few times from the blow.

A hoodless Husk dressed in a dark blue sleeved shirt sighed with a heaviness as great as his age.

Husk returned back to the restrained Vagatha in an attempted fetal position as he tried to take cover from the bullets, which missed and impacted around her. Husk took his hat from her head and his trench coat from her shoulders respectively and got dressed again.

“Phew! Good thing that's over!" Charlie heaved a sigh of joy as he came out of hiding and returned to Husk's side while stretching his badly injured shoulder. "Thank you Husk. I owe you one— ” Charlotte was severely interrupted as Husk grabbed her arm and forced her to walk beside him. “Aw-aww! Husk, wait! My shoulder is still sore!"

"This was a bad idea." Husk swore as they walked to the exit; in the distance police sirens could be heard.

Charlotte wanted to stay for at least two more minutes to make sure the officer was okay, but she knew she had already upset Husk enough that day. She managed to take one last look at Vagatha, still tied to the saddle, and her heart sank.

"No, it was not."

Meanwhile, in another part of the city, a pink van drove through the poorer and dirtier streets of the city where homeless people and abandoned buildings became the fashion. In its painting was drawn an a symbol of a heart with wings and demon horns surrounded by thorns with black and white tones.

The van pulled up to one of the few decent buildings in the area. A brothel, and a big one on top of that. The van parked around the back and the first person to get out was a woman in her late twenties with multifaceted brown hair streaked with blonde and white tints. His skin was marked by a light, but clear tan. Her off-the-shoulder crop top and skinny pants complemented her truck look, as did the way her group of fans dressed in the van.

One of her hair strands was lit in a tiny little flame, but she didn't pay much attention to it.

The prostitute workers in the place immediately noticed her presence. They all stepped aside as the female leader of the group walked towards the office of the owner of the place. The door to said office was protected by two bodyguards. The woman walked in without bothering to say a word as if it were her house and opened the doors with a big push.

Two people in the office stopped their conversation, one on each side of a desk, there were three chairs, two in front of the desk and one behind. Currently only the owner's chair and one more in front were occupied by a man and a woman. As soon as the two of them recognized who had entered, they continued a little further before bothering to pay attention to her.

The man behind the desk raised his top hat slightly from his face, in his hand was a lit cigar emanating red smoke. “How did it go with that big fat pig?”

“Better than expected. Those idiots never knew what hit them. They were already killing one another when we arrived."

The man inhaled on his cigar and blew the red smoke up his nose. "And their leader?"

"Just like you said, he disappeared at the first sign of trouble, us," A mischievous smile spread across her face. “We took every penny. My boys are already unloading the van.”

The man at the desk looked through a series of televisions on the wall, each showing a different location of the brothel. He saw the girl's thugs carrying wads of cash out of the van, as many as their arms could carry, into the brothel’s warehouse. He noted how all his new money was clean, free of blood—spotless even—he inhaled on his pipe before speaking again.

“That was a quick operation, even with a mole inside.”

“Vortex is that good.” Verosika scoffed, but not as much as she would have liked. “Though we know he was busted. When we arrived he was nowhere to be found and he doesn’t answer his phone. The rest of my guys still have plenty of use."

"My guys."

“My. Guys."

The woman sitting in front of the desk spoke for the first time. Her tone was comparable to opening a crypt abandoned after years. The tanned girl spoke her mouth to retort, but refrained from it.

"Yes, Madam Velvet," she said in a weary tone as she lowered her head.

"Atta Verosika!" Her tone brightened and she jumped from her chair to the mattress to sit next to her best henchman. “Isn't she the best, Valentino, my tipsy Val?

"She better is or else…"

"Well of course! She better remains the best or she knows she's going back where she belongs!" Velvet grabbed Verosika's shoulders as if she was playing around. She laughed in a hauntingly innocent tone as Valentino smiled at Verosika, and to her it was as if his face had been deformed into a grotesque dung sack stored in the pretty container that his red suit was. Verosika shuddered under her skin, but she managed to hide it. "Is our oh-so-important-doll-he-couldn't-come-today-prepared?"

“He better is. He requested a stupid amount of money for this operation and he’s been busting my balls for weeks. I'll tear his off myself if he messes this up and doesn’t get his shit together."

“Oh, believe me, he will." A suppressed but wicked smile spread across Velvet's face as she extinguished the flame in Verosika's lock by clenching her fist in her hair.

Later that night, after all the fiasco at the school and after the reinforcements have arrived, Vagatha and Arackniss wrote up the report of what had happened.

Vagatha lied about today being the first time she had seen the man and woman Arackniss had described. They had not been able to identify them, but they received a search and capture order with a description.

Vagatha's minor injuries had been treated and she was able to go home.

The first thing she did when she got to her apartment was take off her uniform, toss it in the corner of her room, and change into her short shorts and gray tank top. Then she went straight to bed, face down first towards her pillow with all the intentions of forgetting that shitty day, but her mind wouldn't let her.

Everything in her dreams were fleeting visions. All so fast and then so slow, then black.

The beam falling on her. Then her falling.

But she could also see Charlotte running towards her. Perhaps…for her?

Before the beam fell on top of her, Vagatha awoke, her eyes snapping wide open, her skin clammy with sweat.

She reached for her gun under her pillow and pointed it into the darkness in her room and found…Charlotte—sitting across from her bed in one of her living room chairs. Her neat figure was barely visible in the city light streaming in through the window.

The two women startled back slightly and flinched at the other's reaction and it was only after the initial shock that Vagatha realized that her pistol was not in her hand, but in Charlotte's lap.

"Oh, thank God I listened to Angel!" Charlotte exclaimed with her hand on her chest as she took a deep breath and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand holding Vagatha's pistol.

“How the hell did you get in!?” Vagatha fought the urge to pounce on the intruder. Instead he searched blindly through the darkness until her hand came across the switch for the lamp on her nightstand.

“Angel helped me by pushing me onto the fire escape stairs outside the building.”

“You do know that it is illegal to trespass on private property!? A police officer’s on to top of that?!”

“Angel and I argued quite a bit about the pros and cons of having this arbitration on the way here.”

Hearing that name made Vagatha frown as she could feel the familiar pain of a migraine sensation entering her brain. "Is he here? That asshole who called me dead weight?"

"I mean, he's down the street waiting for me, but I swear he didn't mean it. He can be…a bit frustrating when you first know him, but with enough time he can-are you alright?"

Vagatha massaged her forehead in a circle with her fingertips. "It's too early for this shit." She looked at her cloak next to her bed and saw it was 02:12 am in red letters.

"Oh! I thought you’d say that! And that's why I bought you this! You like it black, don't you?" Charlotte grabbed a plastic cup of coffee on the floor next to her chair. She removed the plastic lid and blew out the boiling smoke. "Here, it's still warm." She extended the cup to Vagatha, but the officer stared at him with a suspicious and confused frown on her brow.

"Drink first."

"What?

"Drink first."

"It's not spiked!"

"Then drink first!"

"Alright! Don't have to shout at me!"

Charlotte swallowed a mouthful of her coffee out of sheer courage. Once finished he strutted to Vagatha with a "Hmm!"

"I won't drink it anyway."

Charlotte swallowed the coffee in one gulp. "What!? Please! I even bought it from the same place you buy it every morning!”

“How do you know where I buy my coffee?”

Charlotte’s face became whiter at the realization she was busted, if that was even possible “I…er, I meant it when I said I wanted to know how you were doing.” Charlotte tilted her head avoiding eye contact with Vagatha.

"And the best way to find out was to stalk me?"

“Okay, first of all, stalk is a very strong word. Second: I couldn't just show up out of nowhere and say hi, could I?

"You just did." Vagatha said with a dead tone of voice.

“Okay, that's a good point,” Charlotte waved her finger at her. "Counter argument: I didn't come here just to say hi."

"That's not a good argument, or a good idea at all."

"It's better than not having any." Charlotte said in an unexpected reprimed tone. The kind of tone Vagatha knew someone was trying to contain a lot of emotions within oneself. Charlotte fought a burning sensation crawling through her body. Her fists clenched and she had to take a deep breath and focus solely on letting them clench.

"Why don't I show you a better argument?" Charlotte grabbed the pistol resting in her lap and handed it back to its owner.

Vagatha grabbed her with some hesitation and care—as if the gun was covered in thorns—nevertheless, she pointed her pistol at Charlotte; not in an act of fear or hate, but because honestly didn't know what else to do at the time. "Why?"

“Because I've been wanting to ask for your help, for two fucking weeks! Sorry if I curse! I don't like t! But I'm getting sick of this city and its shit! Why must it be so hard to give some goddamn help!?”

Vagatha blinked slowly as the gears turned inside her head. “What you said at school. You were serious about that … what? Rebuild?"

It seemed that Vagatha had hit the right nail. At his question, Charlotte seemed to realize her little tantrum and slowly pulled herself together.

“Actually…I prefer the term 'reform'. I know that if I kickstart it, someone well-intentioned will take care of the rest. It's pretty simple, or at least that's what I want to believe."

"And how do I know that you won't abuse those places or something like that in the future?"

“Could I take you on a date if you already know the answer?”

“Wh-WHAT?”

Charlotte laughed openly as if the two were at a sleepover being friends for years and had confessed their crushes. Vagatha could very well have been pierced through the heart. The night shone brighter and her breathing grew heavier as she struggled to hold her position in the moment.

“I figured you'd react like that, and to be honest, it wouldn't be the first time,” Ella teased.

“ W-what did you say?”

“I-I mean-what I said about reforming. Surely you have already heard in the news about it. It's not like I want to show off or anything like that."

Vagatha's scowl eased as it darkened, and shock was replaced by an odd feeling of shame crawling across her skin. "Actually, I was sent to investigate an anonymous person leaving packages of money in random places around the city, which led me to—"

Charlotte hummed in agreement with her. "Clear. I guess I was getting ahead of myself and stuff like that. Do you mind if I…?” She pointed to the bed, whose owner moved a little to the right to give her space without much opposition.

Vagat expected her unexpected visitor to sit next to her, but instead Charlotte lay on her back looking at the ceiling as if they had been friends for years; for some reason that didn't bother Vagatha.

“It's just…How can I not help when I know I can? When I have proven that I can!” She sighed heavily and turned to Vagatha. “Do you think I should do something different? Something else?"

Having Charlotte so close stunted Vagatha's mind like static on an old telly. Her brain disconnected from her mouth and words escaped her lips with hardly any thought.

“You could send someone else to send to make the deliveries. Patterns are everything for police investigations.” The words flowed from her mouth like water from a broken faucet, as if someone else was speaking, someone stupid whose brain was turned off. “Expand your inner circle.”

And it kept getting stupider.

Charlotte looked at her with the same eyes she had in the theater before a smile flickered at the corners of her lips. She breathed out a single laugh through her teeth and her smile widened a little.

“Would you like to join?”

“Wha—”

“Before you say 'what' again. Don't worry, I would never ask you to do something you didn't want. You don't need to stop being an officer because of me…although that's more or less the reason why I wanted to ask for your help.”

At that moment, Vagatha returned to herself, at the same time that she could feel her defenses bristling. “One of the three V's .”

"Yes," he said heavily. "Vox Hamill ."

“Does it have something to do with the upcoming elections?”

"Chingada madre. This is worse than I thought."

"And it probably gets worse." Charlotte's tone turned heavy for a second. “Something you should know is that tomorrow your sergeant will tell you that you will go to the party that Vox is having in one of their penthouses.”

As she had said, Vagatha’s sergeant invited her, not to say forced her, to go to the party that Vox was organizing to collect votes. Whether or not a party for that purpose was legal escaped Vagatha's knowledge—in the end she figured that didn't matter anyway—the final straw was that she found out that Arackniss was also going along with her.

“That sounds like a lot of important people. I don’t even have something decent to wear.”

"I'll think of something!"

Later that same night, Vagatha received a "gift" in the same way as she received her new phone.

“This is an embarrassing thing to ask, but do you think you can reply to my messages, pretty please?” Charlotte wrapped her hands together and mustered her most pleading smile.

After she received the package, Vagatha would go to a seemingly random spot in her living room. She was removing one of the wooden floorboards and took out the phone that Charlotte gave her.

“What if someone checks our phones?”

“No one will find anything suspicious in two friends talking. Though, just in case, let’s be just a little…ambiguous.”

Vagatha watched the parade of messages left unchecked that Charlotte had sent her. All simple enough so that she could understand them, but at the same time cryptic so that any curious person could not understand what their conversations were really about.

At the end of the chat there was a new message sent ten minutes ago. It consisted of a dress emoji, a heart, and a question mark.

Vagatha: what?

Charlotte: Did you like my present?

"Okay, I guess, but what is your plan about?"

The next few days flew by and Vagatha was mortified to find herself walking to the entrance of Vox's penthouse.

Vagatha wore a blue dress that left her shoulders bare and exposed and reached almost to her knees, combined with some blue jeans she wore under the dress. It wasn't exotic or revealing at all and yet Vagatha couldn't help but feel naked. She had pulled her brown hair up into a huge ponytail that looked almost like a mane on its own.

"Where the hell did you get that dress anyways?" Arackniss asked mockingly. He would be laughing at her if he hadn't been forced to come too.

“Not today, Arackniss. And not fucking now."

"I'm still waiting for a 'thank you' for saving your ass before."

"I didn't need you to save me!" She turned to face Arackniss face to face. "And you almost killed me because you couldn't see shit, drunk asshole!"

"Hey! If it wasn't for me, those guys would have sold you to the first pimp they came across."

"You don't know that."

"AND YOU DO!?" He yelled getting too close to Vagatha, who instinctively took a step back.

“Don't make a scene! What the hell is wrong with you!?" Vagatha pushed Arackniss into a less crowded corner to calm him down, but he refused.

“That's none of your fucking business! He pushed her aside and headed straight for the open bar Vox had organized, leaving Vagatha alone until…

"There is something you haven't answered me." Vagatha said. Charlotte asked what it was. "Why do you need me?"

Charlotte tilted her head slightly sympathetically. "I thought I had already answered that."

"No, why me? Why a cop? There's nothing that makes me relevant enough to get involved in all this.

"That's kind of the funny thing," Charlotte giggled and patted her arm repeatedly. “You are a policeman, yes, and you can do so many things that not everyone can. I-I don't mean just because you're an officer. You can do so much even when the world doesn't notice you exist.”

“You want to include me because I'm a nobody? If I disappear, who would notice? I'm a nobody that you can use."

Charlotte's nervous smile trembled a little and fell. Suddenly the silence of the night grew in the room, with the urban noise turning into static filling his ears. "I would notice."

"What did you say?"

"I-I said...that's not the way I would put it."

"That's the way it is." Vagatha stood up from the bed with her hand in her hair. “Fuck…I won't be able to sleep anymore anyway, give me that shit.” She grabbed the coffee Charlotte had bought her and took a gulp and failed to keep from making a disgusted face.

"Better?" Charlotte asked trying to sound as unobtrusive as possible. “The way I would put it is that I am also a nobody. Almost no one knows that I exist. It's not that I want recognition, or anything like that. In fact, I prefer to remain anonymous. I'm sure you can understand why.

“It's just that…I see you're like me, and…I don't know, I thought you might understand what it's like to want to help even when no one appreciates you. You have it easier than me, they can thank you and even a nice plaque to hang on your wall. I would like to settle for knowing that I could help someone even if they never know me.” Charlotte gave a single sad laugh. "Sorry, surely I’m not even making sense."

Vagatha stared at Charlotte with a half-open mouth. No words could come out of his lips.

Would she really consider helping the people she was supposed to imprison? But for one thing, she only had to do it because her job told her to.

Vagatha had seen what corrupt authorities were capable of, but when had she seen another reality? She didn't believe in shortcuts, but what if shortcuts were the only chance for change?

“Okay, but first. Can I wear something blue?”

"Looking for someone?" A voice said from behind Vagatha. The officer turned and found a Charlotte. She was dressed in a black tailored shirt with white tones on her chest, her arms rolled up halfway. She also wore thin black pants that hugged her slim, slender figure. Her hair was arranged in a similar fashion to Vagatha's, except that it looked shinier and much better groomed compared to Vagatha's.

Charlotte offered her hand while holding her other arm behind her back. “Will you grant me this piece?”

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Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday, dear Sondrox! Happy birthday to me!

Well, isn't actually my birthday, but close enough, this is the third anniversary since I published my first fanfic. Curiously enough, each time I celebrated by posting something, it's been always something about Chaggie. Weird.

Here is Cops and Thugs' second chapter. I hope you liked it. The further I wrote this chapter, the more I realized this story needed to be bigger, similar to the first chapter. I still don't know how much bigger this will get, but I'm sure I'll have so much fun going down that rabbit hole. I'm excited for what I have planned for next chapter! Also me practicing fighting scenes and now shoot outs scenes. Experience will be much needed in future stories, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. I'm looking at you!

That's a mirror.

Oh.

I don't think I have much to say right now, unlike usual. Kudos, bookmark, comment (<-- please do) It will make my day.

See ya.

[nunalastor]

Ace Attorney Au

I kind of see everyone watching the whole courtroom drama of Alastor’s past and why he took on the alias of Allen Foster. As the truth is slowly revealed about the fake kidnapping for the diamond and Alastor jumping into the river. When someone takes the witness stand to recount, the screen shows from the perspective on how the events of the ‘kidnapping’ and murder happen.

It would be funny to see him act all innocent and the acting being over the top. Like Dahlia, Alastor would have fake tears and fake sympathy for the victim.

“This is cruel! I’m just a college student that just happened to witness a violent crime. That poor man was murdered (corrupt cop/partner in crime) by that monster (former tutor/pedo)! And now you’re accusing me of someone I’m not?!”

The prosecutor and judge would be like would be like “Aw this poor boy”

Hazbin crew be like, “That is so fake”

They could also see the pieces of garlic Alastor has hidden in his hand to create the tears.

https://youtu.be/AdXrQPV-gdM?si=m2u4tH0YiACY5Sym

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[xxx-sir-pentious-xxx]

I don't know if this is a good idea or a bad idea for an au so i'll let you be the judge.

Happy Hotel au

(it's a reverse au but it's different from the already existing au)

Charlie the Princess of Heaven finds that many winners find Heaven to be boring so she sets up the Hazbin Hotel (later renamed the Happy Hotel by Alastor) to unredeem sinners and send them to Hell because of how fun Hell looks.

All the demons in Hell and angels in Heaven in the official series would be in the opposite here.

Alastor would join the Happy Hotel because he believes that unredemption is impossible but enjoys seeing them fail.

Instead of being fallen angels Lucifer and Vaggie would be risen demons.

I'm not sure how some characters like Angel Dust and Valentino would translate to this setting. I'm also really not sure how the demons being exorcists would work here.

The au would explore similar themes to the official series on what gets people into Heaven and Hell but from a different perspective.

Sounds kinda meh tbh but that's just because it's not my cuppa tea ya know?

Your take is far too direct in being opposite to the point it's not working.

You gotta imagine a bit or bend it.

Also charlie just got made into a bitch version of Lucifer.

What I would do is...

Charlie doesn't believe that the winner souls around her deserve their place in heaven and makes a club hangout spot to tempt the less religious or imperfect people who miss worldly pleasures like getting drunk or doing drugs or what have you. Charlie is just being a huge PoS and bitter trying to corrupt them.

Sir Pentious would be the first to fall after getting goated into trying to harm residents in Heaven, making him paranoid, making him so angry over perceived slights and making him feel out of place until he snaps.

The exorcists could just be the Hell army or cops and simply be something higher status in Hell that want to invade heaven after encountering a aggro Sir Pentious believing heaven was simply trying to attack Hell despite not having done anything.

Aggro Sir Pentious would actually be an issue as apose to his "weaker" canon version and tbh can take up the Alastor type vibe of big deadly bastard creature with too much power.

Idk. I've mulled it over for a while.

[sharkboy-starmites]

Starmites hazbin hotel au. The lore is the starmites and banshees were rival groups in life, with neither of them being able to call the cops on eachother because theyre both doing crime. Diva runs a cannibalistic cult and the mites steal and sell suspicious things to get by. Punk is the first to die, killed by diva in a gang fight. Punk and milady are kinda set up like Romeo and juliet rival families. Shak graa is a corrupt cop. They have human names because in this au thwyre just on earth human people. Divas name is Diana von diamandis, punks name is Sergio Pérez, ack ack is AJ Ackerman, sup sup is Herbert Harrison (in refrence to his old name) and diggety is Danny Rodriguez. Bizarbara would be like, Barbra von diamandis. Theyre all in hell because uhhhh they are. I had fun with this.

[fenikorg-talks]

HAZBIN MAFIA AU BECAUSE I CANT FUCKING STOP THINKING ABOUT IT RRAAAAAHHAHAAHHHHHHH

OK FIRST THINGS FORST: HUSKERDUST

Angel was a model and a part-time actor when he got himself in big debt and met the wrong people and said the wrong thing in front of a mafia leader without noticing, and now to pay for all the horrible things he had done in the past he becomes Valentino’s little whore.

His latest mission was to infiltrate Alastor’s domain, another mafia leader whom Valentino’s been fighting with for longer than Angel has been alive. With his disguise expertise and flirting abilities he climbs to the top very fast, but before he manages to get closer to Alastor, he’s sent to the 1st division, under Alastor’s right-hand man and hitman Husker. Husk is very wary of him and Angel decides to win him over to finally meet Alastor, spoiler: he ends up growing feelings for him. 

Husk had always been on the wrong side of the law, and he’s found by Alastor one rainy night after offing an entire gang, Alastor pulls a few strings and somehow Husk owes him his life, so he becomes his most loyal dog. He’s the first to know about his plans and the one to decide who’s loyal to Alastor and who's not. He also has a lot of liberties that no other division captain has, such as Nifty or Frank. They’re ruthless but reckless, and Husk finds himself nannying children. 

OFF WE GO WITH THE OTHER PEOPLE INVOLVE IN THIS STORY YEY

Alastor took control over the gang after former mafia leaders Lucifer and Lilith Morningstar disappeared without notice, and has been climbing his way to the top at light speed. He and drug dealer Rosie go way back and she provides for his gang, she’s very impartial when it comes to business, but she will always have a space in her heart for Husk, so Alastor most of the time sends him to deal with her since he has so much work to do. He has a grutch on Valentino just for the sole reason he doesn't like how he dresses.

Valentino is the owner of countless whorehouses, warehouses, and menageries, he’s also a source of money laundering. He has a lot of deals going on with Rosie and Carmilla. Currently, his gang is the most influential in town, and he wishes to keep it that way, but Alastor keeps taking control of a lot of terrain.

Vox and Velvette are cops working under Adam’s command, but they have a contract with Valentino, this is the reason he always comes clean. Unbeknownst to the others, Valentino constantly thinks about offing them any time, Velvette has a reassurance contract with Carmilla and works for her as a spy in the police, and Vox is being blackmailed constantly by an unknown force that holds him back from pulling strings and actually shot down every gang in the city. 

Carmilla and Zestial work together as leaders of their own gang. They do a lot of things in the outskirts and deal with weaponry, drugs, and poisons. Also torture. Vaggie is under Carmilla’s protection and is a killing machine without emotions. She’s feared by everyone in the city, and Alastor tries to buy her every time he gets the chance. 

Adam is the captain of the police district but he doesn't do his job right, so the commanders and officials don't know what the fuck is happening in Hazbin City. 

Lute is lieutenant, she’s Vaggie's cousin but will never admit it and Vaggie doesn’t know this, so on Lute’s search of clues about the gangs, they fight a lot. 

nahhaha this is what i got

[your-mom-friend]

Siren you’re in my brain yes Rio, Dana, Annabeth, Thalia, Cass, Samirah and Sadie. I’d also like to add:

Buddy Aurinko from Penumbra Podcast (Juno Steel). She’s an elderly space pirate. She’s a criminal because her dad is a cop. She’s a thief. She’s a self appointed mom. She talks like she’s from the 1930’s even though she’s from the 2500’s. Most of her organs are mechanical.

Georgie Barker from The Magnus Archives: literally cannot feel fear. Let Jon stay with her despite him being wanted for murder because they dated in uni. She has a cat called The Admiral. Accidentally became a cult leader in the apocalypse.

Agnes Montague from The Magnus Archives: a cult birthed her from the ashes of a forest they burnt down so she could be a demigod leader of their cult. She was a terribly difficult child on account of flaming temper tantrums that might’ve killed people. She decided to not be evil after having a coffeeshop AU relationship with Just Some Guy

Rosie from Hazbin Hotel: she’s a cannibal. She calls herself Auntie Rosie. She’s the only one who can claim Alastor as a friend. She runs Cannibal Town. She’s the most darling, delightful, and dangerous overlord this side of the pentagram.

Millie from Helluva Boss: Girlboss. One half of hell’s healthiest marriage. Can, will, and has on multiple occasions killed bitches with her bare hands.

favorite character from any media BUT it has to be a woman. in the tags now go (pls talk to me about your favorite fictional women pls pls pls pls)

[t3m-official]

Kate's Art Dump #1

⚠️Warning⚠️ This post will contain; Mention of Drugs, mention of suicide, corrupt cops, suggestive imagery

A Little Bit Of Shopping

In WarScream, there used to be this experimental thing called a Mall Card. Mall Cards were used by staff and security through the years of 1981-2005. They were eventually dropped and scrapped in 2005 because of how easy it was to hack them. But recently they have become a collectors item and go for very high prices(About 50k per Mall Card), and our fox bimbo Kate happened to find a small storage crate that had about 4 dozen of them! So after selling them she proceeded to spend half of it on christmas presents and stuff for herself and donated the other half to a few charities.

Characters(The Sequel)

Plushtrap is a 5ft advanced robot that is based off of a Japanese toy in WarScream called ザ・プラッシュトラップ(The Plushtrap). Postal Guy is still basically the same nut job but he is a little more sympathetic and is a bit of a hippie who happens to be friends with Kaleb and Loona. Kaleb is also basically the same as his previous counterpart, besides the fact he is half Asian and is missing a left hand.

Now before i explain Loona, there is something to note. Pretty much most of the characters in Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss in my AU are dead. Why? Alastor. I'll go into it more soon but eventually Alastor became king of both Hell and Nether(Yes in WarScream there are two hells and that will be explained soon), and during this takeover he basically "Wiped the slate clean" by killing everyone. There were barely any survivors, with Loona barely holding on to her life and AngleDust having to rescue her.

And also, Postal Guy, Kaleb, and Loona are a small friend group and have a band called Molten Erection(I totally wasn't smiling and laughing when i typed that out). And surprisingly enough they are friends with Gregory, but usually have to be careful around him because they know how Glammy might react if her son learned about some of the shit they say.

Characters(Bois)

Robocop is still the same backstory wise, but he was later upgraded by SPD to have his chest plate, elbow & knee pads, and hands to open up and cause his chest to let out a massive blast on energy that can destroys whatever it hits(As you can see i am a enjoyer of *Insert Character Here* doing an action they would never do in cannon). Spawn is a rapper called Da Spawn, and eventually he would get killed in a fire accident and would be brought back to life as a hell spawn(Making his rapper name quite ironic). Then there is Ash Williams who is actually a knight who was flung into the year 2013 after he failed to save his small kingdom he was being paid to protect. And finally we have John Carver. John is actually a family friend of Isaac Clarke's parents and is basically an unofficial uncle.

Characters(Toys And Slashers)

Stik is well, he's a Stikbot, and you might think he's weak. But in reality, Stik is really strong and can stick to any surface with his suction cup hands and feet. Modi is a Modibot who can attach pretty much anything in the holes on his body to give him different abilities and powers. Next is Valak who is a demon bimbo that likes to show herself off and loves the 21st century because of how different it feels. And finally we have Jimmy Bones, a man who was a retired hitman who owned a small town that he personally took care of. But eventually we was framed for the murder of a white businessman and was executed, and his small town was ravaged by drugs and suicide. Now Jimmy is back as a specter, wanting to avenge what happened to his small town and wipe out corrupt cops.

Characters(Youtubers)

Grade is your average british man with a big chin and usually gets in trouble by being a snarky bastard with some people. Yahtzee is a chad who plays video games and is friends with Grade, usually having to make sure Grade doesn't get his ass beat and usually has to break up fights between Grade and Sam. Speaking of Sam, Sam O Nella is a ex-teacher from The Science And Smarts College Of Delaware and is frenemies with Grade. And finally there is Doug, aka, Nostalgia Critic. He is a powerful master of 4th wall breaking and can temporarily summon characters from different movies to attack for him.

Honey Bear And Honey Bunny

So me and my boyfriend have these nick names in the form of Honey Bear(My Boyfriend) and Honey Bunny(Me!) So back then i made these two, but recently decided to redesign them.

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Old Trans Couple

Orville and Mrs.Hippo are possessed by these old war vets. And yes they both may be 21(The max age for an animatronic), they are mentally on the elderly side, but that dose not make them weak. In fact, because they were both in WW2 when they were humans, they have a lot of experience.

And actually after i drew the sketch for this, i discovered Steel Wool made a image of Mr.Hippo in drag. So people have been going on that Mr.Hippo is either trans or that Mr.Hippo is a drag queen. Don't know which one is which but both are based.

Plush Concepts

Here are plush designs of Me, Communist Shovel/Comerade Shovel, and my boyfriend James.

Shadow Freddy And Friends

Shadow Freddy is a goofy boi who is silly and cuddly but a caring brother for Shadow Bonnie, a trans gal who is part ghost like her brother Shadow Freddy. System Error Toy Bonnie is Shadow Bonnie's inner demons. Endo 01 is a complete nutjob and is the brother of The Puppet while Endo 02 is the exact opposite. Being an (almost)emotionless machine with a mysterious backstory, the inly information known being that his body was a endoskeleton used in world war 2.

Shiz and Shank were moving into their new place and happened to find a photo book, so they decided to look at some old photos and they would both see their old baby photos.

It's safe to say that these two are glad that neither of them can get pregnant.

On that night, Shank discovered that Shank can shapeshift and morph his body into any shape he wants.