Your fingers brush against the dust-covered trinkets at the flea market, a haphazard collection of things past their prime. That's when it catches your eye—a glimmering crimson crystal nestled among mismatched buttons and an ancient pocket watch that doesn't tick anymore. The stall owner shrugs nonchalantly as you lift it, asking, "How much?"
"For that piece of glass? Take it," he says. "It's just been collecting dust."
Why not, you think. It's not as if a shard of broken glass would hurt anyone, right?
That night, curiosity gets the better of you. As you hold the crystal in your hands, it tingles with a peculiar warmth. You wonder what it might be and how it works. In a moment of unthinking impulse, you whisper, “Show me.”
The crystal pulses once, and a swirling vortex materializes in front of you. Your breath catches in your throat as you see a glimpse of a building—a tall, elaborate amalgamation of arched windows, turrets, remnants of ships, and what looks like parts of a carousel integrated into its very structure. Every fiber of your being screams stay away, but the curiosity, that irrepressible sense of discovery, propels you forward.
As you step through, the world shifts. The air changes, growing thicker, warmer, imbued with an unsettling scent of ash and sulfuric undertones. Instinctively, you glance around, confirming that you are indeed somewhere very different. Before you stands the Hazbin Hotel.
The front doors swing open almost in greeting. The interior unfolds—a labyrinth of ornate and opulent decor clashing with unsettling themes. Your stomach growls, a stark reminder of the day's missed meals. Following your nose, you find a table laden with food and drink. The sight and smell prove too much to resist.
Grabbing a sandwich and a goblet of some unknown liquid, you indulge as if the feast were laid out for you alone. Hunger sated, you start exploring, finding the hotel surprisingly empty. You decide it might be safest to stay out of sight, finding a small, dimly lit corner where you can observe without being seen.
Days pass in a surreal blur, each moment heavier with the dread of discovery. Voices echo through hallways, sometimes nearing your hiding spot only to recede into different rooms. It seems your clandestine presence goes unnoticed, despite the lingering scent you have left in restrooms and the food that mysteriously disappears.
"Who the fuck ate my sandwich?" a voice snaps one afternoon. You suppress a snicker as the irate demon—Angel Dust, if you recall correctly—storms through the lounge. "I swear if I find the little shit who did it, I'll—"
"Angel, calm down," another voice interjects, softer but with an edge of authority—Vaggie. "Maybe it was Husk, the drunk asshole."
"Not this time," Husk retorts, his disdain evident. "I didn't touch your precious sandwich, spider-bitch."
You can't help but grin, the irony of them blaming each other for your misdeeds a secret joy.
The facade crumbles one fateful afternoon. Footsteps approach, lighter and quicker than the others; fingers catch on your sleeve. You freeze, eyes wide, as Niffty's single eye looks at you in astonished delight.
"A human! Oh my gosh!" she squeals, then darts away faster than you can react. "Charlie! Vaggie! There's a human here!"
Panic blooms. You could make a run for it, but would it be worth the risk? Instead, you stay hidden, hoping, praying against reason. The charade doesn't last; they find you—unanimous in their disbelief and anger.
"How the hell did you get here?" Vaggie demands, eyes narrowed to slits. Her words lash like a whip. "Are you out of your fucking mind, trespassing in Hell?!"
Charlie, confused but not hostile, steps forward. "A human... This isn't supposed to be possible."
"I'm more interested in killing 'em," Angel Dust snarls. "This asshole ate my food."
"And made the restrooms smell like shit," Husk adds bitterly. "Literally."
Before more arguments can ensue, Alastor steps forward, a dark grin splitting his face. "Well, well, well, what delightful chaos you've caused." He lays a hand on your shoulder, the touch icy and foreboding. "Let's make some more, shall we?"
Horror roots you in place as inky tendrils of magic coil around you. Alastor's laughter is the last sound you hear before your vision fades to black.
When you awaken, it’s in the midst of Pentagram City. Your skin isn't your own anymore, regrown in the demonic visage that Hell bestows upon its sinners. You gasp, then cough, as the air scorches your new lungs. Reality settles in—you're a demon now, a consequence of your foolish curiosity.
Yet hope doesn't die here. Determination surges anew. Hell offers a chance for redemption, however slim. The Hazbin Hotel, chaotic as it is, becomes a beacon.
This time, when you enter, it's with purpose. Charlie greets you with a knowing smile, and you nod in return, ready to change, ready to be better. Perhaps, with time and honesty, you can unearth a redemption that wouldn't just save your soul—but might offer a flicker of light in this endlessly dark place.
The road of redemption won't be easy, but here in the Hazbin Hotel, you've found your first step.
This story was generated by user Fizzarolli-Attack-3 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
Prompt: Write the POV story of the human, who finds an Asmodean Crystal (which Blitzo (an imp from the adults cartoon/animated series Helluva Boss) accidentally dropped one of them during his mission with the other crewmembers of I.M.P. (Immediate Murder Professionals) including Moxxie, Millie, and Loona) and decided, out of innocent curiosity, to test out the Asmodean Crystal to see what happens. The portal to Hell then opens to reveals the entrance to the Hazbin Hotel (from the namesake adults cartoon/animated series "Hazbin Hotel"), and the human (with no ill intent and with pure curiosity) enters the portal and into Hell before he/she goes through the hotel's entrance doors and enters inside the Hazbin Hotel without the hotel's staff or guests/clients/patrons knowing. Here is what the hotel looks like; The Hazbin Hotel exterior is a tall, elaborate amalgamation of arched windows and turrets, one of which seems to be broken. It appears to be at least seven stories tall, with at least five of which being guest floors. Remnants of an airship, an ocean liner, a sailing ship and a carousel litter both sides and appear to have been incorporated into the structure of the building itself; there is also a train with some tracks looping the first and second floor exterior. Located on the top right of the building is a small radio broadcasting room, which is used as the work area for Alastor. Many signs are displayed outside the hotel: One atop the entrance reminiscent of the Hazbin Hotel logo, a large pink one atop the building with the hotel's name in lights, a neon 'HOTEL' sign at the bottom right and atop the building where Alastor's broadcast room is located, a small 'On-Air' sign is visible. Also located on the outer facade are various arrows pointing to the entrance and the broadcast room. The entrance has a tented cover with a booth in the center reminiscent of a circus or theater ticket booth. On either side of the booth are a set of double doors that have stained glass; in the pilot, they once depicted an apple on each one but were destroyed by an explosion due to Sir Pentious blowing up the doors with his airship (prior to Sir Pentious changing ways to become a nicer person before redeeming himself and becoming a saint angel (after his willing sacrifice against the series' main antagonist Adam (the exorcist angel) just before Adam is defeated by Lucifer Morningstar and killed by Niffty) in the season 1's finale episode "The Show Must Go On"). The hotel's interior (prior to this story) was shown to be in a state of disrepair, with wooden boards covering shattered windows, signs warning of asbestos, bloodied tools left lying around, and paintings are shown hanging off the walls (however, just after the season 1's finale episode "The Show Must Go On", these have been fixed after the hotel was rebuilt by Charlie's father Lucifer Morningstar). Much of the furniture in the lobby are strewn around haphazardly or remain boxed up in several large wooden crates. The bar uses skeletons, snakes, and bones as general themes, along with card suits and candles, and advertises itself as a casino. The area the bar in has glowing green wooden walls instead of the usual red wallpaper, with a "Jackpot" sign on the left wall and a Beelzejuice neon sign on the right wall. The word "concierge" can be presumed to be shown above the bar, and Alastor calls it the front desk when talking to Husk, suggesting that it is also the check-in counter. Despite the shabby and poor condition of the hotel, the overall theme of the building remains ornate and regal, with stained glass windows, lavish furniture, and generous usage of gold. Like the rest of Hell, the hotel has a largely red color scheme. There are many apple, snake and circus motifs throughout the hotel's interior, in reference to Charlie Morningstar's royal family, or more specifically, Lucifer Morningstar. Eyes are also a recurring theme throughout the building, appearing on the frame of almost every single painting and several vases and jars. The room the two women (Charlie Morningstar and Vaggie) share is rather large, with a regal look and a large bed, and has a window with a view of Pentagram City. Angel Dust's room has striped wallpaper, a vanity, mirrors, a place to put his wigs, and a bed with several pillows of various design, while beside it is a small bed for Fat Nuggets shaped like a pink heart with a small pillow on top, and with both beds on a single platform with neon lights. The wall behind the bed has photos of him, Cherri, and Fat Nuggets, as well as a couple of his film posters, while the bedside wall has neon lights shaped like webs. The door to his room has neon lights shaped like webs with hearts, and has three photos of him and his friends, and Fat Nuggets. Alastor's room has a mixture between both traditional décor and the fantastical, with one half being a classic "fancy study", complete with tasteful wallpaper and furnishings, the other half being a literal swamp conjured as a dining area. Sir Pentious' room (prior to Sir Pentious' death and sacrifice in the season 1's finale episode "The Show Must Go On") shared his (Sir Pentious') airship's steampunk aesthetics of golden cogs and gears and a red and black color scheme, while his bed was a circular mattress lined with pillows; this room is now currently vacant due to Sir Pentious' invented sacrifice. After going through the hotel's doors, the human finds himself/herself in the hotel's lounge room before finding the food and drinks on the table and consumes some of them (he wrongly believes no one will mind this, wrongly believing that the food are for everyone to eat and drink), since he/she is both hungry and thirsty (because he/she has not eaten for a day, so he/she needs food and something to drink). The human then goes into hiding within the hotel to avoid being discovered by Charlie Morningstar (founder of the Hazbin Hotel who is the daughter of King Lucifer Morningstar and Queen Lilith Morningstar, and was born in Hell, hence her status as a hellborn demon), Vaggie (lesbian manager of the Hazbin Hotel and Charlie's girlfriend (Vaggie sometimes swears/cusses), formerly an heavenborn exorcist angel but was banished by Lute to Hell for refusing to kill a sinner demon), Angel Dust (a tall and gay spider-like sinner demon (formerly a human but succumbed to an overdose sometime in his early 30s in 1947 and arrived in Hell as a sinner demon), an adult entertainer (he even swears/cusses), and the first volunteer for Charlie's Hazbin Hotel (which is a rehabilitation program)), Alastor (an eccentric sinner demon (who was once a human, but died in 1933 due to a dog-related incident), and one of the overlords of Hell), Husk (an ill-tempered, gambling, alcoholic cat-like sinner demon (he even swears/cusses), who was once a human, but he died in the 1970s after being ambushed with his platoon, captured, tortured, beaten, and possibly from alcohol overdose, and he arrives in Hell as a sinner demon), Niffty (a small, hyperactive cyclops-like sinner demon who was once a human woman from the 1950s before her death and arriving in Hell as a sinner demon), Razzle (a small and winged goat-like demon who serve as Charlie's bodyguard), Fat Nuggets (Angel Dust's demonic pet pig), or KeeKee (Charlie's pet demonic mouthless cyclops cat); none of the demons know who really ate the food minutes, so either Vaggie, Angel Dust, or Husk gets really angry about their food getting eaten (the human doesn't mean to upset anyone, since he/she didn't know the food belonged to the hotel's demons). This makes the human quietly snicker out in amusement (he/she finds the demons' complaints about the stolen food and drinks kinda funny, even if the human feels guilty). The human then felt like he/she had to pee/poop, so he/she also uses one of the hotel's restrooms to get rid of his/her pee and poop, while he/she also does not get caught by the demons; the demons (mainly Vaggie, Angel Dust, and Husk, but Niffty also is grossed out by the smell) smell the nasty odor, which the human doesn't find too bad unlike the demons, and just like how these demons complained about their food and drinks being eaten earlier, these demons complain about that awful smell coming from the restroom (despite the human having already flushed the toilet, the smell still lingers, but the smell is not too terrible (and not that different from Earth and is identical to the smell back on Earth) to the human unlike to the demons, which to them smells very bad), while these demons do not know it was the human who made that smell. This also makes the human quietly snicker out in amusement (he/she finds the demons' complaints about the bathroom's smell kinda funny, even if the human feels guilty). However, while the human's secrecy in the Hazbin Hotel has lasted for a long while (either for several days or weeks, despite causing the restroom's smell and the food and drinks being consumed by the human himself/herself), is then (much to his/her horror) discovered by one of the Hazbin Hotel's occupants, discovered by either Niffty (who would then smile/grin and scream out of excitement before running off to let the other demons know about the human being in the hotel), or Razzle (who is completely silent, but will still let the other demons know even without speech), or one of the hotel's pets (Fat Nuggets or KeeKee), leading to rumors of a human inhabiting the hotel among the demons. Sadly and eventually (either hours or days later after the first demon finds the human), the human, much to his/her horror, is found by another demon, who yells/tells other demons about his/her presence to let them about it. The demons then surround the human (with Charlie Morningstar being confused while Vaggie, Angel Dust, and Husk being unhappy with the human eating their food and stinking up the restroom, whilst also just as confused about the human being in Hell, just as all other demons being confused about the human being in Hell, since no human has ever visited or lived in Hell) before one of the demons (most likely Alastor, who enjoys chaos such as this) brutally kills the human (blood and gore involved) either through black magic (using dark magic) or cannibalism (shredding the human with his teeth and devouring/eating the human). After the human's death, the human then manifests in Pentagram City (located in the Pride Ring of Hell) as a sinner demon (confirming that he/she had died, hence why he/she is no longer mortal) due to his/her sinful trespassing into the Hazbin Hotel. Later, the sinner demon (formerly the human himself/herself) wants to be rehabilitated (in short, redeemed) so he/she could hopefully one day be accepted by Heaven and manifest in Heaven as a saint angel (which are unlike heavenborn angels, which were always born angels, since the saint angels were once humans before they died), so the sinner demon (formerly the human himself/herself) enters the Hazbin Hotel (now with purpose) and is welcomed by Charlie Morningstar, and the sinner demon (formerly the human himself/herself) starts trying to redeem himself/herself and socializes with the Hazbin Hotel's other clients/patrons in a healthy/positive and non-sinful manner, in hopes that one day he/she will be redeemed. There should also be quotes (including swear words such as, but not limited to f-bombs, coming from Vaggie, Angel Dust, and Husk) from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the human reader (you, your, etc).
Response: Your fingers brush against the dust-covered trinkets at the flea market, a haphazard collection of things past their prime. That's when it catches your eye—a glimmering crimson crystal nestled among mismatched buttons and an ancient pocket watch that doesn't tick anymore. The stall owner shrugs nonchalantly as you lift it, asking, "How much?" "For that piece of glass? Take it," he says. "It's just been collecting dust." Why not, you think. It's not as if a shard of broken glass would hurt anyone, right? That night, curiosity gets the better of you. As you hold the crystal in your hands, it tingles with a peculiar warmth. You wonder what it might be and how it works. In a moment of unthinking impulse, you whisper, “Show me.” The crystal pulses once, and a swirling vortex materializes in front of you. Your breath catches in your throat as you see a glimpse of a building—a tall, elaborate amalgamation of arched windows, turrets, remnants of ships, and what looks like parts of a carousel integrated into its very structure. Every fiber of your being screams stay away, but the curiosity, that irrepressible sense of discovery, propels you forward. As you step through, the world shifts. The air changes, growing thicker, warmer, imbued with an unsettling scent of ash and sulfuric undertones. Instinctively, you glance around, confirming that you are indeed somewhere very different. Before you stands the Hazbin Hotel. The front doors swing open almost in greeting. The interior unfolds—a labyrinth of ornate and opulent decor clashing with unsettling themes. Your stomach growls, a stark reminder of the day's missed meals. Following your nose, you find a table laden with food and drink. The sight and smell prove too much to resist. Grabbing a sandwich and a goblet of some unknown liquid, you indulge as if the feast were laid out for you alone. Hunger sated, you start exploring, finding the hotel surprisingly empty. You decide it might be safest to stay out of sight, finding a small, dimly lit corner where you can observe without being seen. Days pass in a surreal blur, each moment heavier with the dread of discovery. Voices echo through hallways, sometimes nearing your hiding spot only to recede into different rooms. It seems your clandestine presence goes unnoticed, despite the lingering scent you have left in restrooms and the food that mysteriously disappears. "Who the fuck ate my sandwich?" a voice snaps one afternoon. You suppress a snicker as the irate demon—Angel Dust, if you recall correctly—storms through the lounge. "I swear if I find the little shit who did it, I'll—" "Angel, calm down," another voice interjects, softer but with an edge of authority—Vaggie. "Maybe it was Husk, the drunk asshole." "Not this time," Husk retorts, his disdain evident. "I didn't touch your precious sandwich, spider-bitch." You can't help but grin, the irony of them blaming each other for your misdeeds a secret joy. The facade crumbles one fateful afternoon. Footsteps approach, lighter and quicker than the others; fingers catch on your sleeve. You freeze, eyes wide, as Niffty's single eye looks at you in astonished delight. "A human! Oh my gosh!" she squeals, then darts away faster than you can react. "Charlie! Vaggie! There's a human here!" Panic blooms. You could make a run for it, but would it be worth the risk? Instead, you stay hidden, hoping, praying against reason. The charade doesn't last; they find you—unanimous in their disbelief and anger. "How the hell did you get here?" Vaggie demands, eyes narrowed to slits. Her words lash like a whip. "Are you out of your fucking mind, trespassing in Hell?!" Charlie, confused but not hostile, steps forward. "A human... This isn't supposed to be possible." "I'm more interested in killing 'em," Angel Dust snarls. "This asshole ate my food." "And made the restrooms smell like shit," Husk adds bitterly. "Literally." Before more arguments can ensue, Alastor steps forward, a dark grin splitting his face. "Well, well, well, what delightful chaos you've caused." He lays a hand on your shoulder, the touch icy and foreboding. "Let's make some more, shall we?" Horror roots you in place as inky tendrils of magic coil around you. Alastor's laughter is the last sound you hear before your vision fades to black. When you awaken, it’s in the midst of Pentagram City. Your skin isn't your own anymore, regrown in the demonic visage that Hell bestows upon its sinners. You gasp, then cough, as the air scorches your new lungs. Reality settles in—you're a demon now, a consequence of your foolish curiosity. Yet hope doesn't die here. Determination surges anew. Hell offers a chance for redemption, however slim. The Hazbin Hotel, chaotic as it is, becomes a beacon. This time, when you enter, it's with purpose. Charlie greets you with a knowing smile, and you nod in return, ready to change, ready to be better. Perhaps, with time and honesty, you can unearth a redemption that wouldn't just save your soul—but might offer a flicker of light in this endlessly dark place. The road of redemption won't be easy, but here in the Hazbin Hotel, you've found your first step.
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