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(Alternate universe of Hazbin Hotel episode 8: Curtain Call)
“ FUCK HELL, FUCK HEAVEN, AND FUCK ALL OF YOU! AS LONG AS I WIPE THAT SMILE OFF ALASTOR'S FUCKING FACE, I DON'T CARE WHAT HAPPENS!” Vox screamed maniacally as a silent tear fell down his screen, ready to blow up everyone even himself.
“YOU ARE NOT KILLING US OVER THAT FUCKING DEER!” Valentino rushed in front of Vox and grabbed his head ready to rip it off, his fingers digging into Vox’s screen.
A knife suddenly goes through Vox’s head before Valentino could do anything, while Vox’s screen flickered and died, indicating his death.
He lets out a small gasp and looks at the perpetrator, Nifty, with her knife in hand, still stuck in Vox’s now deceased head…
Vox immediately wakes up, feeling his head for the knife. Nothing. He looks around and squinted his eyes to adjust to the surroundings.
While brightening his screen to illuminate the place, he screams as he spots a penguin with unkempt feathers and bloodshot eyes right in front of his face and slaps the penguin in absolute terror.
The penguin wasn’t affected by the slap at all and just stared at Vox with his crazy eyes before slurring out:
“Woah don’t hit me…I’m literally the least of your worries right now Mr TV head man…”
Eyes widening, Vox was speechless and stared at the crack filled penguin with his mouth agape, his hands slack against his body.
“Y-you…can speak…?!” The question comes out in small squeaks. Vox has never been this flabbergasted ever. Sure there were penguin sinners who were filled on coke but never a child penguin that looked eerily familiar to a character on that one Korean children’s show.
“Yes I can speak. Got a problem?” The penguin straightened out his messy feathers and rubbed his bloodshot eyes.
“Name’s Pororo by the way.”
Sighing, Vox finally stood up straight and looked at Pororo while adjusting his very shocked expression to a more neutral one.
“And mine’s Vox…pleasure to…meet you…” He outstretched his hands and neon blue claws out to the penguin, in slight disdain.
Pororo blatantly ignores the outstretched hand and proceeded to run sprint into the opposite direction of Vox. The TV headed Overlord watched as the fleeting figure got smaller.
Weirdo, Vox thinks to himself until he felt heavy breathing behind his back.
He slowly turned around and came face to face with a huge blue furred monstrosity with a big gaping mouth containing sharp teeth with bright red lips.
“OH GOD WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THAT-“
He was cut off as a feathery (and slightly sweaty) penguin hand grabbed him by his leg and started dragging his body onto the floor away from the monster.
“WHY ARE YOU…OOMPH…DOING THIS?!?!” Vox screamed as he was hit by multiple things on the floor
“IF YOU DIE I WON’T HAVE TV ENTERTAINMENT!!! I REFUSE TO DIE BEFORE FINISHING BREAKING BAD!!!” The crackhead penguin screamed back as he sprinted through the tunnels around the factory…? Playground…?
Although he was a penguin, Pororo was surprisingly fast and was going above your average Alabama speed limit while Vox was multiple objects in the way.
“Yes! Keep running crackhead! He’s almost out of sight!” Vox shouted at the penguin before being hit by a wall, almost cracking the glass on his face.
“I CAN’T!!! THE COKE IS WEARING OFF!” Pororo screamed in terror, the most amount of emotion he had shown so far.
“WHAT?!” The overlord screams in terror, almost harmonizing with the petrified screams of Pororo as he slowed down, the blue monster almost catching up to them.
While everything seemed hopeless for Vox and Pororo, the overlord sees a bunch of cables laying limp on the floor.
He uses his cable manipulation to trip the blue furry creature and string it up.
“Phew that was close…” Vox lets out a long sigh of relief, his sharp teeth flashing onto his tv head.
“Why didn’t you do that earlier?!” Pororo screamed shrilly at Vox.
“Well I wasn’t in the right fucking mind obviously! I was literally stabbed back in Hell and woke up in this hellhole with…THAT THING! So you can’t fucking blame me! God you’re almost as useless as Charlie Morningstar…” Vox muttered the last part before putting an annoyed and cocky face on his screen.
“Well I died too! I was eaten by a shark because I was high and accidentally punched it in the face…” Pororo rolled his eyes at Vox. “But at least I helped you escape instead of cowering there!”
This stupid penguin really argues just like Velvette, Vox thinks to himself while eyeing the the crackhead in annoyance.
Composing himself, his hand reached out to the short penguin
“Fine. I apologise…for being useless and thank you…for…saving me…” Vox reluctantly apologised. “Perhaps you should…inhale more crack so you can continue being more…helpful to me…”
Pororo considers his apology and sighs before shaking his hands.
“Great, now we got that settled, where the actual fuck are we?!” Vox questioned as he looked around the huge and colorful place, though colours desaturated by darkness.
“I honestly have no idea at all-” Pororo answered before being cut off by heavy breathing and the slight shrieks coming from the blue furry monster strung up by the very weak and fragile looking cables. Pororo turned to Vox before saying
“How about we run away first before we get eaten by this thing?”
“Good idea.” Vox said as he started sprinting like hell, far away from the monster while Pororo snorted a bit more of his cocaine and following behind.
After a good 20 minutes of sprinting, Vox and Pororo stopped and started panting for their dear lives and checked the area behind them for the monster from earlier on or any other monsters.
“Phew…that should give us a good 20 minutes head start.” Vox said between each pant, some static electricity generated around him.
Pororo walked ahead of Vox and looked around the factory, taking in every detail. He then found a piece of paper, though he ate it, not knowing better due to crack.
“Ew what the fuck?!” Vox’s eyes widened a fraction as he looked at the little penguin with even more disdain than he had ever had for Alastor the radio demon.
“The paper said to find a red flower or something…” Pororo’s voice trailed off as his glassy eyes stared at nothing.
“Real fuckin helpful eh?” Vox’s eyes widened rolled his eyes before straightening himself up and slapping Pororo on the back to snap him out of the coke caused trance.
The duo continued walking through the mess of cables, boxes, tunnels and reached a place with bigger versions of the children’s playing blocks. Each words were arranged and stacked to form the words ‘Huggy Wuggy’
“What is a huggy wuggy?” Pororo slurred as he stumbled onto the blocks and knocking them over while Vox went in front of a door. He took a glance at the blue glowing handprint sign above and rolled his eyes.
The Overlord used his fingers to create some electricity and shot it at the handprint pad, overriding the system and opening a door.
“Woah…cool powers…have you seen my cocaine powers though?” Pororo chuckled lightheadedly as he dragged his feet towards the door.
“No one…gives a flying fuck about your powers Pororo.” Vox muttered while adjusting his bow. “And you’re just speaking drug fueled nonsense.”
A snap. Vox turned his head to the source. He strained his sense of hearing for anything else, the static electricity particles around him getting more worked up as nervousness crept up his spine.
More sounds echoed across the room, footsteps…? Stomping…?
Screaming bloody murder, Pororo started dashing into the door that Vox opened and started randomly shouting Huggy Wuggy is coming.
Vox grit his teeth as that irritable penguin started screaming before closing the door where the sounds came from with electricity coming out from the tips of his fingers.
He watched as whatever was behind that door start creating dents in the metal door and chuckled at its pathetic attempt to open the door.
“It’s gonna take a lot more than that fucker!” Vox shouts before he got hit with the metal door, revealing Huggy Wuggy, cables from earlier still wrapped around its long, blue arm.
“Fuck?!” The Overlord got up from under the metal door and came face to face with Huggy Wuggy.
“Fuck.” Vox said monotonously before running for his life.