Saw One For Alastor And Immediately Knew Who I Wanted Instead

HA!

Soooo

I broke the 'Genius' level

Tf does that make me?

(Not the actual time it took me, obviously, I just kept leaving the game and restarting it cause I thought my phone broke)

It apparently didn't like that I found another way to solve

So

Yeah

This is the actual way to solve it according to the game

Heheh

So, am I double dumb or double genius?

Damn

True, but damn

Fell back into G/T.... and fear play.. so, imma give a lotta both :)

Just wanna hold a tiny Ninety..😞

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Tiny that's so scared. And so small. One that even as a giant would be small.

Fits between two fingers no issue. As if holding a twig.

And so terrifies cause they know you could crush them in an instant if you wanted. Could just have a finger twitch, and they'd either be smashed or dropped to the ground, hight from the drop killing them instantly, no doubt.

But neither happen. You just hold them. Between those two fingers with a blank expression.

Maybe you already knew about them. You'd already met. So, the question is, what'd they do wrong.

Maybe you didn't know of them yet. Oh how they screwed up, then. They don't know you. And even if they'd seen you from a distance, they'd never seen you so.. empty? Scary? Fucking terrifying?

They're scared speechless. Unable to even scream.

What did you want from them? Why was they still alive? Would. they still be alive the next minute?

You blink. Then again. Then a few quick times before your eyes widen a fraction. Had-.. had you spaced out? They'd seen you do it before. But, seriously? Now?

Your face turns to the one you make when they sees you looking at pictures of the smaller versions of those death creatures giants sometimes keep around.

And now you were looking at them like that. What did that mean? What-

Your stomach growls. You look down to it with a bit of surprise.

They looks down at it in fear.

You look back to them as if you just got the best idea ever.

And you raise them to your mouth.

Dropping them in.

They fall into the wet cavern, teeth clicking shut behind them. They're shrouded in darkness, only getting a moment of thought before something is pushed against them, rubbing over them, coating them in saliva.

It all happens so fast. Then your head is tilted back, them sliding down and down.

Where are they going?! They'd heard of the rare occasion of tinies getting stored instead of eaten. But your stomach growled. But you looked like you liked them.

Where were they going?!

Where were they going?!

@sleepy-apparition :D

   ∧ __ ∧ （｀•ω• )づ__∧ （つ　 / ( •ω•。)   しーＪ  (nnノ) pat pat

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Hazbin hotel :D

These are just some hc of a moth reader's 'interactions' with Val. Das all.

I got this finished earlier today but wanted to post the other first so this might have made a little sense in some strange way. Anyway. @ourmurdermassiah

The True Virgin Tiger Moth (intro)

Reader is in hell for poisoning their (abusive) s/o(and many others)

Reader looks nearly identical to Val, only difference is the eye color and even then, it's a hue off

Surprisingly Christian. Christian conservative. Will read Bible verses to a demon if they start pissing Reader off

Runs a bakery

Routinely steals Val's clothes, just cause

Impersonates Val to steal more of his clothes

Ruins his reputation, again, just cause

Has never actually met face to face with Val

Reader is going to help at the "happy" hotel

Will likely give Angel a panic attack. Or make him angry

Someone will cause tears from the reader. There is no stopping it

Reader is religiously abstinence. Aka, Reader is a virgin.

Reader very much does not like touch

Reader gets along with Rosie and Alastor after they realize that "This isn't Val, this is someone better :D"

Charlie feels bad for Reader for yelling

The first thing you see is red.. everything.. Red sky, red building, red.. people? Your attention is quickly directed to some of the first off-color in this place.

A neon green sign that reads, "Welcome to Hell!" with some letters flickering like the light bulbs haven't been changed in years. The sign seemed to be the only clear thing you could see. Your vision felt as if you were looking through frosted glass.

You attempt to prop yourself up with seemingly extra weight on your sides. When you gaze down, there lies an extra set of arms. You quickly rush over to find some sort of reflective surface, which you find rather difficult with the new, retched sight.

You manage to feel around for a window, finding a rather tall, stylish looking moth staring back. Purple skin, large, pointed teeth, a single gold tooth on the right side of your face.

You collect yourself quickly. You knew you were going to hell after all. You had murdered many. Mainly your horrid s/o, may God rest his soul.

You look down to "see" your bottom set of hands move to a rather obvious praying position, hands clasped in front of you. You couldn't seem to move them apart even if you wanted to. They were out of the way now, so you didn't mind.

As you make your way down the sidewalk, curious about what is here (smiling all the while), you watch people quickly rushing around (running away from you), hearing every now and again a loud bang with a chorus of screams.

"Everyone is so lively here!" you hum to yourself.

You "look" around for a bit longer before carefully making your way to what seemed to be a clothing store if you were to guess.

Before you get the chance to go inside, a flyer flew against your leg. When you manage to catch it, you see that it looks to be advertising some sort of building? You have to look incredibly close to the poster, clutching the edges of it and squinting your eyes in an attempt to clear your vision (unknowing of the worry everyone around you has for the poor soul that made the poster).

It seems to be requesting... something... for the- "Mappy Motel"? "Hally Halol"? You smack yourself, laughing lightly, when you realize how close you were the first time.

While the name was still rather strange to you for Hell, "Happy Hotel" makes more sense than the others.

You pocket the poster for later when you have a better understanding of what is around you. And with that, you stroll into the store next to you.

You make your way up to a counter swiftly despite your sight disadvantage, and before you can even raise your hand to request some services, a group of three rush over to you.

"Everything is ready for you, sir," one mumbled. "Sir"? You had only just arrived, and you were getting honorifics? Granted, the wrong ones, but they were clearly helping YOU, so, what were you to do?

Accept whatever help they give, obviously.

They were quick to hand you a pair of glasses that honestly didn't seem like they'd do much, but to humor them, you took a look through them. And goodness, were you glad you did.

It was as if someone had finally turned on the defrost for the frosted windshield. You could see!

You couldn't celebrate first too long as quickly after, a coat was moved onto your shoulders. Or, at least, they tried to. It was now that you realized just how tall you are now.

To try to help, you bend down a little, but that seemed to startle them for some reason. You don't get the chance to apologize before a rather large hat is placed on your head, and they back away with a quick bow.

You smile again and swiftly turn to leave. You aren't sure what all just happened and want to leave before anything else occurs to make it feel like you shouldn't be there. You give a quick thanks and exit out the door.

It's after the door is shut, and you have already walked a ways down the street before you remember the flyer you found. With your new sight, you retrieve it and get to reading.

You skim through it, finding many strange colors that look like they wouldn't work well together, but the thought was nice. The flyer explains that there is a hotel on the edge of the "pride ring" that is accepting all who wish to be redeemed.

You look at it for a long moment, a mental debate before you make your decision.

You have no interest in being redeemed, but you have no issue in helping others who may want it. And so, you head over to one of the few who are left around you. They seemed to be a humanoid lizard, somehow seeming weak in your eyes.

"Excuse me? Do you have a moment?" You wave at him, catching his attention easily. He looks around before pointing to himself in a confused manner. "Yes! You!" He gains a fearful look. What for?

You make it over to him and show him the flyer. "Do you know where I can find this hotel?"

He points a shaky finger over to a tall building in the distance. It looks run down but definitely has potential. You give the man a nod of thanks and begin walking.

First day in Hell, and somehow, you can't wait for the next. You get the feeling this is gonna be fun.

And.. why do you feel like someone is cursing you out?

obsessed with how the entire movie is just this

Yooo! I'm writing something!

This is a kny pet au thing

Mah friend wanted some Genya, so that's what she's getting :)

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Why was he so unlucky?

He knows he deserves this. He knows he did everything wrong. He knows it's all his fault.

Genya knows he left him. He knows Sanemi will say that he had to, but he doesn't believe that. He could have helped him. He could have just stayed. He could have done anything other than just leave.

So, he knows he deserves all the pain. Home after home. All the same.

He had been starved to the point of cannibalism. Only then did he get the energy his body needed to truly grow.

But it was too late. He was already out of the ring by the time his everything increased. No longer small enough to be wanted as a simple house pet.

His last one saw the potential the first one thought they did.

So, he ended up right back in the ring. Full circle.

All the pain he went through for nothing. Except now, he doesn't have his big brother's shoulder to cry on when being the chew toy of the ring was too much.

Execpt now, he isn't a chew toy. He's one of the fighters. One of the killers. And he hates himself for it. He never wanted this. All he and his brother ever wanted was to he left alone.

Left in that alleyway to fend for themselves. But at least then they didn't have to kill their own kind.

Everyone knew who's territory was who's. No one had to fight.

And now, everything is flipped.

You ONLY get food if you kill. You can't show mercy, that's not fun to watch.

So, there he was, lying in his cage, waiting to be called in for his 5th fight in the last hour.

The pain is unbearable.

The throbbing in his head. The aching in his limbs. The water overflowing from his eyes. The blood still in his mouth. The footsteps walking his wa-

Genya jerks up. A little too fast as now his headache is back tenfold.

He waits a moment to get his vision cleared back up before slowly crawling as close as he dared to the bars of his little cage. He looked through just in time to see his handler and a new person walking up to the other cages.

The person was you.

He had never seen you before but there was something familiar about you. He knew it wasn't your appearance. He always remembers a human. It's hard to forget those he fears with his whole being.

But no. He has never seen you before in his life. But there was SOMETHING about you that made him happy. That made him feel safe. And he didn't like how powerful it was.

By the time you got around to his cage, it was clear what you were there for.

You were here... to buy one of them? From a fighting ring? He had never heard of such a thing.

Getting rescues? Sure. That was how HE was adopted after all. But straight out of the ring? Were you insane?

You must have been because the next thing he knew, you were standing right in front of him. You looked down at him with an expression of almost recognition.

"This one. This is the one I want."

The handler and Genya both shared a look of shock.

You wanted him? There was no way. But there was no hesitation in your voice. It was clear there was no changing your mind.

He wasn't sure if he was happy about this or not. Yes, he wanted out. Out of the ring. Out of the fowl air that always held the scent of death.

But did he really want to take the chance of a worse home? He knew it could get a lot worse for him easily.

However, just as always, he doesn't have a choice. And next thing he knows, you're handing over a large stack of cash to his, now old, handler. He was being drug out of his cage by his neck, just as the man had always done to get him out.

But, once he was handed to you, you held his chain with a much more gentle hold. Not one held high enough for him to just sit there and choke him. Not ine that held him so close to you he was practically leaned against your leg, only to get hit for touching a human without permission.

You held it with a hold that actually gave him room to move his head and even shimmy back if needed.

The words exchanged between you two were short, and soon he was being brought outside. He was being brought over to a newer looking car. You opened the door to the passenger seat and looked at him.

He was greatly confused. Was there someone else coming with?

It seemed he took too long as the next thing he knew, you were picking him up and placing him in said seat. It made no sense, however, as the front seats were for humans, not for demons.

Nonetheless, you close the door and walk around to the driver side.

He doesn't dare to move. How could he? You put him in a human seat. And he had no room to question you.

So he sat there, perfectly still the whole way. He couldn't help himself looking out the window, watching as the buildings slowly turned to trees.

Where were they going? He had never been out of the city. Even with the number of houses he had been to, they were practically down the street from each other.

A few more minutes into the ride, and you're pulling off to a dirt road, up a small hill, and past a gate, right to the front of a rather large house.

Not a mansion, not by a long shot. But a nice, two story house that was clearly cared for. Plants galore and a visible green house in the back.

Was that where he was staying? It would be difficult to stay out of the sun, but it was still better than other homes.

You pulled up to the house, climbing out of the car before going around to open the door and even helping him climb out, too.

He started to go down a train of thought of how surprisingly kind you've been with him but was abruptly cut off by yet another wave of feeling calm and safe to be around you.

It wasn't just you anymore, however. As of now, it seemed no matter where he was, all around him was "calm, safe, trust, love."

It was faint in the car as well. He realized quickly it was the smell, but he wasn't sure what scent would make him feel this to such an extreme.

As he thought of this, he mindlessly walked behind you, not even realizing he had followed you INTO THE HOUSE until carpet met his bare feet.

When he did come back to his senses, he tried to step back out quickly, only to hit the door you had just shut.

"I'm home! And I brought someone with I think you'll want to see!" You had called out like he was an old friend.

He was scared, completely out of his element in a human house. He tried to calm himself but found it a little too easy as the nice smell seemed to be everywhere in here.

"I'm right here." A voice came out of nowhere that resided on the couch.

You walked over and started talking to the one laid out of the couch. The couch was faced away from him, so he couldn't see who it was, but the voice seemed oddly familiar, too.

However, when you introduced him and the one on the furniture whipped his head around fast enough to send it flying off, Genya was left with no more wondering.

Now more wondering of the calming smell, or the familiar voice, why it all made him feel safe.

The owner of it all was the dear brother he was so afraid to see.

"'Nemi..?"

Wow! Another :0

Schools back on so no promises on how fast these would come out :/

Anyway, Kanao's turn!

Still pet au

Ok, bye

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Kanao knew how to survive. Don't let them see what hurts you so they have no leverage.

You didn't have to try.

You weren't cruel.

That was the first thing that struck her as odd. Not that she could really feel the shock.

Well, she could. She always could. But if you keep the emotions buried, they couldn't be used against you.

She learned this at a young age.

Growing up from a small breading mill that was running short on money. So short that they sold their demons for dirt cheap.

It didn't matter anyway. She wasn't a high-quality demon. She was one that no one would bat an eye at if she disappeared. Even her owners after the mill thought so.

They weren't that well off either, so when they got her, they made sure she knew that they could sell her at any point for a quick, needed buck. So she 'behaved.'

She acted as what she thought any other good demon did, quiet and obedient. That didn't seem to help too much, however.

The owners after that were a bit better. They had more demons, too. Two sisters that immediately accepted her as one of their own, the younger being only slightly hesitant.

She had learned a lot from them. They took care of her. And when they were alone, when the owners were out, they were confused why she still had that emotionless, obedient attitude. She wouldn't make any decisions.

Kanae had a solution.

She had snuck into the masters' room and taken a coin that she knew no one would miss and gave it to Kanao.

Kanao was hesitant at first. This was stealing! And from their owners of all people.

But her sisters insisted. So she accepted it.

When no one was around and she needed to make a choice?

Coin flip.

When no one was around and the emotions she had built up were starting to show?

Coin flip.

It eased her immensely that she had this to fall back on, even if people still blamed her for the coins' choice. She was fine with this.

And it was from her sisters, so she would cherish it.

She grew with them, learning how to love from them. Showing them the smallest bit of herself.

It was a mistake.

The eldest, Kanae, as she learned, had feared for their life. A man had approached the girls and their owners on a night out, one of their better rewards for good behavior (that they didn't get too often thanks to Shinobu, the younger sister's, mouth) and Kanao accidentally bumped into him.

The man was shouting, and Kanao was confused. She had already apologized. Why was he still so angry? In her moment of thought, she almost didn't register the man raising a fist to hit her until Kanae had already moved in front of her and hit him herself.

Because of a demons' ridiculous strength, she broke several bones in the man's abdomen.

She was put down for this.

This broke both sisters all over again.

Kanae was the only one who really saw an upside to their situation, and with one demon in their care now having had a violent incident on her record, the owners wanted to get rid of the rest fast before a repeat.

So they were sold.

Once again, for dirt cheap.

This owner, you, seemed different somehow.

You never yelled. Hardly ordered.

You laughed when Shinobu made a snarky remark about you. Never truly offended.

And.

You gave them Kanae's hair pin and haori.

How you had aquired these? They may never know, they barely get a chance to ask anything about it without getting at least a little chocked up.

You broke the walls Kanao had put up for so, so many years so easily.

It may not have seemed like it to others, but you could tell. You paid enough attention to see her opening up even the slightest bit. To see Shinobu's sassy remarks getting fewer and further between.

You treated them like they were worth something, and that hit Kanao the hardest.

The two sisters' only regret is that their long past third couldn't get the same love before she was taken from this world.

But that was ok.

They promised themselves to live for her, so that, maybe, she could feel this happiness in the afterlife as well through them.

Wanna make another...

Dis one for me little Belga.

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Given a tiny that has no fuckin clue the danger they're in.

Like, you'd have to spell it out for this tiny that "you are in the hands of a giant and are about to get eaten" kinda stupid. But, hey, that just, somehow, makes them just that much more appealing to keep around for a little while.

Carry them around in your hand as they babble on and on about all they've managed to 'borrow' from you. Just give em a minute to let them realize just how deep of shit they've put themselves in when they spill ALL of it.

Cause they don't know when to stop. They're like a cat. "You're not a giant, deadly creature that could kill me with a singe finger. You're just a big tiny!"

And that's when they aren't just completely enraptured by the things around him that he couldn't dream of passing by with the speed your moving at while just walking.

That's all they're worried about.

You could have this tiny in your mouth and they'd just be gushing about how cool and sharp your teeth look.

Make a little experiment out of it.

Swallow them.

See if they figure out just how easily they could have died there if you didn't send them to your storage just then.

And don't mistake this for trust!

This is pure stupidity, my friend.

Don't even get me started on the fact they'd actually try to fight you if they got upset at something you said. You think they're joking?

Try again.

This bitch has no sense of self-preservation nor do they even know what it means to. To them, they're getting ready to square up with a person who was an idiot. Not them.

Watch the cogs slowly turn in their head when they realize they're trying to fight someone who's fist is the size of them.

And when they realize, do they backtrack? Try to save themselves?

Hell no! This just makes it more fun! More challenging!