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Walter white ends up in hazbin hotel
I had no idea how I got here.
One second, I was walking through a parking garage in Albuquerque, the New Mexico sun beating down on the back of my neck as I cradled a pistol in my grip.
The next thing I knew, I was standing in the middle of what appeared to be a hotel lobby.
But it was nothing like the stately lobbies youâd find in the Albuquerque Plaza or the Los Pollos Hermanos headquarters.
The floor was cracked, and the chandeliers above swayed back and forth as if there were a gale-force wind blowing through the place.
A miasma of sulfur and brimstone clung to the air, making it hard to breathe.
I coughed, one hand over my mouth as I looked around, trying to get my bearings.
My eyes fell on an open door to my right, sunlight streaming in from the outside.
When I ventured closer, however, I saw nothing but a blank wallâor at least, it looked like a blank wall until a series of eyes suddenly blinked open, staring at me from behind the bricks.
I took a step back, my heart pounding in my chest.
What the hell was going on?
The last thing I remembered was being shot by Jack Welkerâs Uncle⌠what the hell was his name?
I couldnât remember.
Everything after that had been a blur of darkness and pain.
And now here I wasâin Hell?
A door swung open behind me, and I turned to see a girl step into the room.
She looked young, maybe in her early twenties, with red skin and white hair.
Her dress was pink and white, like some demented ballerinaâs tutu.
âHello there,â she said, giving me a little wave.
âWelcome to the Hazbin Hotel.
My name is Charlie Magne.
May I ask who you are?â
I opened my mouth to reply, but all that came out was a fit of coughing.
I clutched at my throat, trying to clear it, but the sulfur fumes were too thick, too acridâ
The girl stepped forward, concern etched across her face.
âAre you okay?
Iâm so sorry about the smellâit takes a while to get used to it, butââ
âNo, no, itâs not that,â I said, finally regaining my voice.
I cleared my throat and tried again.
âI justâŚneed a minute.â
She nodded, her eyes filled with sympathy.
âOf course.
I canât imagine how hard this must be for you.â
Iâm sorry, but do you know who this is?â
A tall guy dressed like a 1940s gangster stepped forward, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.
Charlie shook her head.
âIâm not sure.
He just showed up out of nowhere.
I think he might be another sinner, here for redemption, butââ
âI am most certainly a sinner,â I said, stepping away from the wall of eyes before turning my attention back to the group.
âBut as for redemptionâŚâ
I shook my head.
I didnât know if that was possible.
Not after everything Iâd done.
Not after everything Iâd been through.
As soon as I spoke, all eyes turned toward me.
At first, they all just stared, as if they couldnât believe what they were seeing, but finally, a round of whispers broke out around the room.
âIs thatâŚWalter White?â
âHe looks like himâŚâ
âDo you think itâs really him?â
I frowned, my stomach twisting into knots.
Somehow, it seemed the others already knew who I wasâprobably because theyâd seen me on the news.
After all, not many high school chemistry teachers turned into meth manufacturersânot even in Hell.
But I couldnât worry about that now.
Right now, all I could worry about was catching my breath.
And hoping that the others would leave me alone long enough to figure out what was going on.
Finally, after what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes, my coughing fit subsided.
I took a deep breath and steadied myself against the wall as I tried to slow my racing heart.
When I was finally able to look up again, all eyes were still on me, waiting for me to speak.
Unfortunately, I didnât know what to say.
âAre you a sinner?â
the girl named Charlie asked.
I shook my head.
âI donât know.â
âWhat did you do?â
one of the other demons called out.
âWhat were your sins?â
âIââ I started to reply, but then I stopped.
I needed to be careful about what I saidâafter all, I didnât know who these people were or where I was.
For all I knew, this could be some kind of elaborate trap.
But then again, if this was Hell, it probably wouldnât be that elaborateâŚ
âI think he might have been a murderer,â someone else suggested.
âOr maybe a rapistâŚâ
âOr maybe he did both!â
âIt doesnât matter,â Charlie said before anyone else could speak.
âIf he wants redemption, he will have it.
That is the purpose of this hotel, after all.â
I shook my head.
âI appreciate that,â I said.
âBut as much as I would like to believe that my sins can be redeemedâŚâ
I shook my head.
I couldnât tell them the truthânot really.
Not about who I was or what Iâd done.
Even if they thought they already knew.
I had done plenty to earn my place in Hell.
After all, how many people had died because of me?
Directly or indirectly?
Iâd lost count.
And then there was the methâthe blue crystal that had ruined so many lives.
So no, as much as I might want to let these demons think the worst of me, the truth wasâŚ
I shook my head.
âMaybe redemption isnât possible for someone like me.â
Charlieâs eyes widened in surprise.
âSomeone like you?
What do you mean?â
Before I could reply, a flash of color caught my eye.
A girl with long hair and multiple arms was skittering across the lobby on all foursâor at least she seemed like a girl at first glance.
As she got closer, however, I realized she was actually some kind of spider demonâthe lower half of her body ending in eight arachnid legs.
She looked up at me with a friendly smile.
âHello there,â she said as she approached me.
âYou must be the new guest!â
âThe nameâs Charlie Magne,â the red girl said as she stepped forward to join us.