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Is a Hazbin Hotel fanfic where reader is a baby, male, and Charlie's bio son (believe it’s Charlie and her ex but he’s not in the picture) on Wattpad. It also goes through all of season 1.
I'm not sure if it got deleted, im not looking right, or if I dreamed the fanfic.
I hate doing this. Last time I needed to raise money, I received the most hateful messages. I’m gonna turn off my anon asks for the time being because I have enough on my plate. Please don’t hesitate to message me with any questions, though. Just please be gentle.
I will add that I do work a few hours (all my doctor allows) but it is absolutely nowhere near enough to remain afloat.
If you can’t donate (as I know everyone is struggling right now), please take a moment to share. I love and appreciate all of you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
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Yami: I’ve gathered you all here because we have a serious problem.
Joey: Is it the ancient evil rising to consume our souls again?
Yami: No, it’s worse. Someone ate my last box of Pharaoh Flakes.
Tristan: [Mouth full of cereal] To be fair, the box said "A Breakfast Fit for a King," and I once played a King of Yamimakai in a duel, that never happened on camera. Technically, it was a legal gray area.
Note: If you find yourself hearing these in the specific voices of the abridged cast, don't worry. That just means your brain has been properly assimilated into the Shadow Realm.
Tristan: Why are we standing in the middle of a desert?
Tea: Friendship?
Joey: The plot?
Yami: Because the background budget for this episode was $4.00 and a half-eaten sandwich.
Note: If you find yourself hearing these in the specific voices of the abridged cast, don't worry. That just means your brain has been properly assimilated into the Shadow Realm.
Even if you are not interested in Yu-Gi-Oh, I would recommend watching Yu-Gi-Oh Abridged on YouTube by Little Kuriboh.
Because due to this goddanm series, I have gotten SOOO many vocal stims: “Nyeh” “BROOKLYN RAGE!”, “King of doors, b*tch!”, “obey glass of water….curse you glass of water!”, “Slyfer the Executive Producer!”, “Shut up Mokuba!”
I'd appreciate it if you reblogged this post! I almost fell for that shit!
A Tumblr user called me saying they reported my account by accident and I needed to call a Tumblr support on Discord: Jarell Perry (this Tumblr user account was already hacked, now I know that)
Then I called this guy on Discord. I was desperate cause in the "warning" said my account would be blocked in 24 hours. But the whole conversation was REALLY strange, even more when he gave me, OUT OF NOWHERE, his "certificate":
Here is the "certificate":
He asked, then, for me to change my email and I was like "what kind of support would ask this crap?"
Besides my suspicions, TWO things saved me to fall for this shit:
>>> Another Tumblr Warning: I decided to search a little more and found ONE, ONE POST ABOUT IT ON TUMBLR, by @stuffymcstuffsworldthesecond (here is the link, please check it too and repost).
>>> The original person that called me was hacked: I even went a little further and searched the tumblr user on Google (I needed to contact them some other way to confirm the message) and, guess what, they have an Instagram account AND A NEW TUMBLR ACCOUNT, cause the first one was HACKED!! THE ONE THAT WAS TALKING WITH ME!!! (Here is the post explaining it, also consider to follow this artist, their art is amazing! The NEW and SAFE account is @cypher-030)
THEN, I reported both the scammers and blocked them! Apparently, the hacked Tumblr account that called me is already banned at the time I write this warning! But must be more of them!
EVERYONE, DON'T FALL FOR THIS! If this happened with you, it would mean a lot if you reblogged!
Also, my followers: I will NEVER send a message about anything like this for you on private! I almost NEVER talk on private, I just talk on comments, asks and hashtag reblogs! Please please, know that!
I will mention all my moots here cause I think this whole scam warning is REALLY important!
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It would be VERY bad if Carmine! Reader was in her mini bat form and sleeping upside down on the chandelier of the hotel lobby and Nifty is DETERMINED to get that, “nasty flying rat” and is like climbing the walls [like the little gremlin, she is].
Alastor walks down the stairs expecting to see his darling bat sleeping peacefully…but instead he sees Nifty crawling with a crazed smile, knife in hand. He quickly grabs Carmine! Reader, getting her away, thus showing everyone that mini bat form.
The chandelier in the Hazbin Hotel lobby swayed ever so slightly. No one noticed at first. Y/N Carmine—currently a small, very fluffy bat—hung upside down from one of the crystal arms, wings wrapped neatly around herself. Her breathing was slow, even. A soft little chirp escaped from her nose every few seconds.
She was out. Her hit from the previous night took up most of her time and energy, and she barely had enough left to want to crawl back to her and Alastor's suite. So, instead, she figured she could take a small snooze somewhere inconspicuous to recharge and then return to their room before anyone noticed.
However, she underestimated how tired she was. Since everyone was now up, and below her, chaos was brewing as Niffty froze mid-dusting, head snapping up.
“…OOH!”
Her giant single eye narrowed, grin stretching far too wide.
“A flying rat,” she whispered gleefully. “Gonna get it.”
She dropped the feather duster.
Knife out.
Within seconds, Niffty was gone, now scuttling up the wall like a possessed spider, limbs moving far too fast, blade clenched between her teeth as she giggled to herself.
“Gonna get it… gonna get it… gonna—”
The chandelier creaked.
Angel Dust, sprawled across the couch while browsing on his phone, looked up just in time to see a tiny bat sleeping peacefully above them… and Niffty halfway across the ceiling.
“Oh,” he said, already getting his camera ready in anticipation. “This is gonna be bad.”
Charlie blinked. “Is that a bat?”
Vaggi squinted. “Why is Niffty climbing the ceiling?”
At the same time, Alastor descended the stairs, humming to himself, staff tapping cheerfully with each step. He looked up and saw the chandelier, spotting the bat immediately.
His smile softened in an instant. “Ah, there you are, my little nocturnal wonder—”
Then he saw Niffty: crawling, knife raised, grinning like a demon possessed.
The temperature in the room dropped as his static screamed.
Niffty didn’t even get close as Alastor vanished in a burst of shadow and reappeared upside down on the wall beside her, eyes glowing violently, grin no longer playful.
“Niffty.”
She gasped, delighted. “Hi, Alastor! I was just gonna stab the gross flying ra—”
She was yoinked. Alastor grabbed her by the back of the dress and plucked her off the wall like an unruly cat, depositing her unceremoniously on the floor, far from the chandelier.
“No,” he said, voice still sweet but layered with lethal distortion as he joined her on the floor, standing tall to impose his authority. “You most certainly were not.”
Niffty pouted. “But it’s dirty!”
Alastor’s eyes flicked up back to the bat. Still asleep and precious.
His smile transformed into something razor-edged and proud.
“That,” he said, enunciating carefully, “is my wife.”
Silence. Dead. Utter.
The bat shifted slightly, one wing unfurling just enough to reveal her face. She squeaked, blinking awake at the sudden commotion. Red eyes opened, and she looked down, seeing everyone staring.
She chirped questionably.
Charlie made a noise that was half gasp, half squeal. “OMG, THAT'S Y/N?! SHE'S SO CUTE!"
Angel Dust clutched his chest. “NOPE. I’M DEAD. I LOVE HER. No way Carmilla Carmine’s terrifying daughter can turn into—” he gestured wildly in the bat's direction “—a spooky plushie!”
Husk narrowed his eyes, looking up at her and then at Alastor. “You’re married to a bat? Pfft figures.”
Y/N fluttered down clumsily as she was still half-asleep, landing on Alastor's shoulder like she’d done a thousand times before. She yawned, wings stretching, then promptly tucked herself against his neck, where she mumbled sleepily.
Alastor adjusted his coat collar to cradle her better. "My dear, you should've come straight to our room." He chided her softly. "Niffty almost killed you in your sleep.”
Y/N’s tiny head snapped up with a chirp that could be taken as a squeaky “…What?”
Niffty waved shamelessly at her and smiled. “Hi, Miss Bat-Y/N! Sorry for almost stabbing you!”
Y/N hissed before settling again, chittering. No doubt, if she were in her normal form, she'd be muttering in Spanish about stabby gremlins and no respetan nada, her claws gripping Alastor's coat.
Alastor’s grin widened. “She’s forgiven you,” he lied smoothly. “But only because she’s tired. And we're quite fond of you.”
Alastor looked around the lobby, eyes glittering. “Now then,” he said pleasantly, “I'm sure you all have several questions about this, and Y/N will happily answer them once she gets some proper rest that doesn't require assassination attempts. For now, let this be known: the bat is not vermin.”
He stroked her gently with one finger.
“She is beloved.”
Static hummed warmly through the room as he exited the lobby with his exhausted bat wife.
And from that day on, the Hazbin Hotel had exactly one rule everyone obeyed without question:
Za Note: got into the "Haunted Hotel" fandom after my chronic pain therapist recommended watching funny stuff to distract me. Hopefully the fandom comes back, once season 2 is released (predictions early as Spring 2026, though a later 2026 or 2027)
ft. Reader like Abaddon from Haunted Hotel
Alastor: My dear, you have such a charming aura of dread!
Abaddon! Reader: Thank you. I practice.
Alastor: Ha! A kindred spirit.
Abaddon! Reader: (slowly crawling back to the vents) We are not friends.