"Hidden Portal: Human's Journey to Hazbin Hotel"
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You squint at the iridescent crystal nestled amongst the fallen leaves in your backyard. Leaning closer, you can see fractals of colored light trapped within. It reminds you of cracked geological wonders you read about as a child, but you know this isn't anything from Earth. An old, dented canister nearby bears an odd, jagged logo and you murmur to yourself, "There's no way this is from around here."
A soft, almost imperceptible hum emanates from the crystal. Innocent curiosity propels you to touch it, thinking, *What's the harm?*
The moment your fingers brush against it, the crystal flares to life with a blinding light, and before you can react, a swirling portal bursts into existence. The air crackles with energy, pulling at your very essence.
Heart pounding, eyes wide with wonder and fear, you step through the portal and into the unknown. The sensation of passing through the veiled threshold is both exhilarating and terrifying, a kaleidoscope of lights and chaos.
Your feet touch down on a tiled floor, jarring you from the sensory assault. You stand in front of a grand establishment adorned with strikingly gaudy, yet oddly homey decorations. Above the ornate wooden door, a sign reads “Hazbin Hotel.” Your breaths come in short gasps as you marinate in the unexpected reality.
Driven by curiosity, you push the entrance open and slip in quietly. Inside, the hotel emits a kind of charming yet anarchic cheer, infused with odd serenity and laced with a menacing undertone. You know enough about Hell to understand that this is unprecedented, even if you learned all you know from stories.
The hotel appears nearly deserted at the moment. Slipping into the lounge, a wave of hunger grips you as the tantalizing aroma of food hits your senses. Unsure what else to do, you help yourself to the spread of food and drinks left casually unattended. Taking careful bites and sips, you savor the flavors while eying every entry point into the lounge.
A minute, an hour, maybe longer passes before you gently rise and start exploring. In your explorations, you find a dusty, cluttered storage room. Smiling with relief at some semblance of obscurity and safety, you decide to hide.
Time blurs as you wait, the occasional sound of footsteps outside sending adrenaline spikes through you. Thoughts race through your mind of the hotel's demons and their potential discovery of your presence. You've seen enough strange happenings today to keep you tensely vigilant.
Without warning, a gleeful squeak echoes behind you. You turn to see Fat Nuggets, the small demonic pig, eyeing you with bright, curious eyes. It sniffs around and you can practically hear the rumor wheels turning as it squeals and trots off. Your heart thumps in your chest, your attempts at staying hidden now seem futile.
Soon enough, what you dreaded comes to fruition.
Footsteps approach, and an excited voice exclaims, "Hey guys, there’s something you gotta see!"
A tall, slender spider-like figure (Angel Dust, you guess) stands towering above you, recognition followed by confusion flickering across his face.
You barely have time to react before more demons pour in, surrounding you. The madness crescendoes to a fever pitch as Alastor, the Radio Demon himself, grins maniacally.
"Going into hiding, were we? Not very smart, mortal," he says with cruel glee, "Falleth you - into our hands!"
By the time you process his words, it’s too late. Alastor's smile is the last thing you see as he descends on you with unbridled ferocity and dark intent. The world fades into a whirlwind of blood and pain.
The next moment you’re aware, you materialize in a bustling, chaotic place known as Pentagram City. Your body feels different, twisted into something inhuman. You have become a sinner demon; the memory of your death sharp and fresh.
With a sense of mourning and another pang of curiosity, you gravitate towards the place that has marked your afterlife's beginning – the Hazbin Hotel. As you step into the building you so regret trying to hide in, Charlie Morningstar greets you with a hopeful smile, undeterred by the sight of newcomers.
"Welcome! You want a chance at redemption? I’m Charlie!" She offers you a chance you can’t refuse.
Unsettled yet resolute, you agree. As you interact with the hotel’s other patrons, you share your story with humility and positivity, working towards an uncertain yet hopeful future.
In the distance, Alastor’s laughter echoes. You know the journey won’t be easy, but hope hardens into something akin to determination.
This story was generated by user JesterImps2 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.
AI Prompts
Prompt: Write the POV story of the human, who finds an Asmodean Crystal (which Blitzo (an imp from an adults cartoon/animated series Helluva Boss) accidentally dropped one of them during his mission with the other crewmembers of I.M.P. 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 without the hotel's staff or guests/clients/patrons knowing. The human finds food and drinks in the hotel's lounge room and consumes some of them, since he/she is both hungry and thirsty (he/she needs food and something to drink), before he/she 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, 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, 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, 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 ate the food so either Vaggie, Angel Dust, or Husk gets mad 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). However, while the human's secrecy in the Hazbin Hotel had lasted for a long while, is then discovered by one of the Hazbin Hotel's occupants, discovered by either Razzle 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 (maybe minutes, hours, or days later), the human, much to his/her horror, is found by another demon, who yells/tells other demons about his presence to let them about it. The demons then surround the human before one of them (most likely Alastor) brutally kills the human (blood and gore involved), leading to the human manifesting in Pentagram City (located in the Pride Ring of Hell) as a sinner demon 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, the saint angels were once humans before they died), so the sinner demon (formerly the human himself/herself) enters the Hazbin Hotel 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 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: You squint at the iridescent crystal nestled amongst the fallen leaves in your backyard. Leaning closer, you can see fractals of colored light trapped within. It reminds you of cracked geological wonders you read about as a child, but you know this isn't anything from Earth. An old, dented canister nearby bears an odd, jagged logo and you murmur to yourself, "There's no way this is from around here." A soft, almost imperceptible hum emanates from the crystal. Innocent curiosity propels you to touch it, thinking, *What's the harm?* The moment your fingers brush against it, the crystal flares to life with a blinding light, and before you can react, a swirling portal bursts into existence. The air crackles with energy, pulling at your very essence. Heart pounding, eyes wide with wonder and fear, you step through the portal and into the unknown. The sensation of passing through the veiled threshold is both exhilarating and terrifying, a kaleidoscope of lights and chaos. Your feet touch down on a tiled floor, jarring you from the sensory assault. You stand in front of a grand establishment adorned with strikingly gaudy, yet oddly homey decorations. Above the ornate wooden door, a sign reads “Hazbin Hotel.” Your breaths come in short gasps as you marinate in the unexpected reality. Driven by curiosity, you push the entrance open and slip in quietly. Inside, the hotel emits a kind of charming yet anarchic cheer, infused with odd serenity and laced with a menacing undertone. You know enough about Hell to understand that this is unprecedented, even if you learned all you know from stories. The hotel appears nearly deserted at the moment. Slipping into the lounge, a wave of hunger grips you as the tantalizing aroma of food hits your senses. Unsure what else to do, you help yourself to the spread of food and drinks left casually unattended. Taking careful bites and sips, you savor the flavors while eying every entry point into the lounge. A minute, an hour, maybe longer passes before you gently rise and start exploring. In your explorations, you find a dusty, cluttered storage room. Smiling with relief at some semblance of obscurity and safety, you decide to hide. Time blurs as you wait, the occasional sound of footsteps outside sending adrenaline spikes through you. Thoughts race through your mind of the hotel's demons and their potential discovery of your presence. You've seen enough strange happenings today to keep you tensely vigilant. Without warning, a gleeful squeak echoes behind you. You turn to see Fat Nuggets, the small demonic pig, eyeing you with bright, curious eyes. It sniffs around and you can practically hear the rumor wheels turning as it squeals and trots off. Your heart thumps in your chest, your attempts at staying hidden now seem futile. Soon enough, what you dreaded comes to fruition. Footsteps approach, and an excited voice exclaims, "Hey guys, there’s something you gotta see!" A tall, slender spider-like figure (Angel Dust, you guess) stands towering above you, recognition followed by confusion flickering across his face. You barely have time to react before more demons pour in, surrounding you. The madness crescendoes to a fever pitch as Alastor, the Radio Demon himself, grins maniacally. "Going into hiding, were we? Not very smart, mortal," he says with cruel glee, "Falleth you - into our hands!" By the time you process his words, it’s too late. Alastor's smile is the last thing you see as he descends on you with unbridled ferocity and dark intent. The world fades into a whirlwind of blood and pain. The next moment you’re aware, you materialize in a bustling, chaotic place known as Pentagram City. Your body feels different, twisted into something inhuman. You have become a sinner demon; the memory of your death sharp and fresh. With a sense of mourning and another pang of curiosity, you gravitate towards the place that has marked your afterlife's beginning – the Hazbin Hotel. As you step into the building you so regret trying to hide in, Charlie Morningstar greets you with a hopeful smile, undeterred by the sight of newcomers. "Welcome! You want a chance at redemption? I’m Charlie!" She offers you a chance you can’t refuse. Unsettled yet resolute, you agree. As you interact with the hotel’s other patrons, you share your story with humility and positivity, working towards an uncertain yet hopeful future. In the distance, Alastor’s laughter echoes. You know the journey won’t be easy, but hope hardens into something akin to determination.
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