“Oh Yes! How…unfortunate For You To Remind Me😒”

"HEY! Come here fucker... this is for that Tumblr.. thing." "W-What?.. fine.." "Oh come on, the people want to see more of you! kinda..."

"I don't think I like that one-" "TOO LATE, my smile is perfect."

Pretty standard RP blog, Katie will be in red text, and Tom will be in blue text.

-Minors DNI!

-No super creepy/weird asks

-don’t be surprised if the response is rude, Katie is a huge bitch :)

-If not in quotations, it is OOC

"Hello, all you disgusting, lowly sinners."

You already know who I am, so please keep in mind I'm the closest thing to royalty you'll ever interact with."

"Feel free to virtually grovel at my fucking feet, or talk your shit."

"This is my personal blog, and has no direct influence or ties to my profession."

"Follow the 666 News Blog for your fill of headlines, talking points, and yours truly."

Group art thanking everyone for a million views on a recent preview for the pilot. Posted to the official Hellaverse twitter April 27, 2018.

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"A forgotten face fuck this guy joined the broadcast today! The radio demon, and current Overlord, Alastor! who asked for this fossil?"

"Alastor was very passionate and positive towards Miss Morningstar's hotel! Tom and I have no thoughts on the Hotel As if any of these degenerate losers could change 666 News was happy to speak with him regardless!"

A Reunited Conflict

Red- Katie

Purple- Vaggie

Advertisement was difficult for the hotel, as commercials were expensive and never certain to be effective. Going out in person didn’t guarantee to yield better results. Vaggie spent hours on the street of downtown Pentagram City, handing out custom flyers, while attempting to blabber out witty quips about said hotel. Though some pitied her by taking a flyer, but the return was non-existent. By the middle of the afternoon she was packing up her stand to leave, caked in sweat and debris. 

Heels clacked from a salon mere feet away from Vaggie, a tall figure casting a shadow over the sunset that was beaming down on her.

“Holy shit… I forgot you even existed.” a stern yet almost booming voice announced from above. Katie Killjoy’s voice was so iconic with or without a microphone, and her words filled Vaggie with distress. Vaggie turned to face Miss Killjoy, who was daunting her well established shapewear dress, and sharp smile.

‘What.. could you possibly want.” Vaggie uttered in an unenthusiastic, almost miserable tone. Her arms crossed in a defensive stance.

“Now is that how you greet a potential patron? No wonder that building is lifeless.” 

Vaggie could feel frustration building, as Katie was partly responsible for jumpstarting the Hotel’s spotty reputation. Members of the hotel were immediately mocked and belittled for suggesting such a possibility of improvement, and nobody could deny the influence Katie had on the general public.

‘No.. but it is the proper way to talk to a bitch like you.” Vaggie blurts out with confidence, the words almost fighting to desperately escape her mind.

“Guilty as charged!” the words also bursting out of Kaite’s mouth in an overly positive, obviously mocking tone. “I must say.. The dedication to keeping those doors open is astounding! To think that nobody will come in, you stand ready at the post regardless.” she bends over to meet Vaggies face, her tone still dripping in mockery. 

“I’m sure if you keep giving us attention, more people will show up.. So thank you for the eventual customers.” Her delivery smug and smooth

“Attention or not, it’s clear that not one degenerate loser that festers here has any interest in becoming better. It’s funny to watch Charlie play pretend while ignoring legitimate issues in hell.”

“Well just because YOU don’t think people want it, doesn't mean it applies to everyone. A bit unfair to assume everyone's beliefs align with yours, isn't it? Some people don’t let the news spoon feed them blindly!”

Katie was thrown off by the surprisingly coherent, yet equally aggressive response.

“Maybe with words like that, instead of positive nonsense, your hotel would actually go somewhere.” the words spat out with disdain

“So why be so ruthless against it if you think it could work!” Vaggie was frustrated and breathless, the hardship of the day combined with the intense conversation breaking her down.

“What you’re doing can work, but it won’t yield much. Why would anyone here redeem themselves? They’re free to divulge in all their degeneracy whenever they wish. There is no surefire way of getting a soul into heaven, it’s blind effort.” 

Her words piercing Vaggies ego, yet remained still and confident while Katie spoke.

Moments of silence and contemplation pass by, both girls at a loss of words, until Katie breaks the prolonged silence.

“Sinners have normal lives down here, and heaven obviously doesn't care enough regarding redemption or improvement for sinners. Miss Failingstar needs to lift her people up, not play suck up to a bunch of Angels.”

A light wind blows by, both sets of hair reacting slightly to the gust. Light murmurs emerge from the sidewalks, the argument continued long enough to garner an audience. Vaggie was spent, having a realization of sorts. That realization being there was no convincing Katie, nor changing her. Perhaps she had a point, as she herself was one of may who could care less of The princesses endeavors. Katie eventually walked away slowly, making lng strides in the opposite direction, and leaving silence as the final word.

Vaggie was being tested, both her mental and ideals were given disgusted words or faces. She knew this was a pivotal point in her efforts, determining if this was make or break. She yearned to cry, give up, and lay dormant in the hotel forever. Vaggie had to continue to wear her tough skin, even if it was borderline callused at this point.

She swallowed hard, wiped away forming tears, and made the arduous walk home.

“I must say Tom, your hair looks… decent today”

“Did you just compliment me?”

“That’s the most I’m giving you, take it or leave it.”

“Well.. thank you, Katie..”

“ I- you’re welcome… nerd”

Despite the hostility towards each other, both on and off camera, moments of romantic tension would sprout once in a blue moon. Tom felt fuzzy when interacting with Katie, and the same emotion was slowly growing on Katie herself.

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Hell's Red Carpet

The competition amongst media stars is fierce, especially in the pride ring, except for one night a year. 666 News typically wins some bullshit award about being so consistent, but I didn't need a random fancy pants critique to tell me I'm hot shit. The same faces were there for decades, but me, Tom, and the V's usually attract a majority of the crowd. An exception slipped through however, and Alastor's uneasy smile was laid before my eyes. Though it was for a brief moment, only being seen through a crack of other people surrounding us, his face was instantly branded into my mind.

Minutes go by, me and Tom answer questions, and we get pictures of our fantastic outfits mostly me. A moment of brief ease hits me and Tom, as reporters get what they need, and the pictures they desired. Me and Vox never talk, which is a shame considering our attitudes and personalities, yet he is still the only V I wanted to speak to. Valentino disgusts me beyond verbal expression, and Velvette doesn't know enough about traditional news to hold a conversation with me fucking zoomers. As me and Tom separate naturally to seek out our desired people to discourse with, Alastor steps before me.

(Black-Katie, Red-Alastor)

"Miss Killjoy! why I haven't seen you in ages, but I knew you'd be here!" *He grabs Katies hand, forcefully shaking it*

"Right... Alastor... can't say your name has been uttered here for ages, how's that hotel?" *A hint of mockery to my tone*

"Well frankly its going great! Lots of participants rolling through the door just throwing themselves at the wall for a chance at redemption." *Glances around the room, noticing the journalists and reporters seeping away from our general area* "Now that we're a bit more... secluded... let's have a word"

*He gently directs Katie towards a back-area storage unit, the lowly lit room filled with shipping containers and camera equipment.*

"What the hell could you possibly NEED to speak to me about, because this is our first time interacting in years"

*she instinctively pulls out a pack of cigarettes from her jacket pocket, getting ready to ignite the end.*

"Unless you're shooting your shot maybe?" *Scoffing at her own idea*

*Alastor stands tall, not meeting Katies height, but still formidable appearing* "I wouldn't think of it, ever."

*His tone was dead cold, his smile barley holding on*

"I could care less about your work, but when it involves slandering Charlies name and efforts, I must step in"

*Katie huffs and blows a cloud of smoke away from Alastor, her tone remaining stern* "Oh yeah? You defending that shit-tastic concept of a method of redemption? That's how you make your great return?"

*Katie chuckles while taking another puff, tapping the ashes to the floor. she paces the room, heels clacking loudly with every step*

"Thats not the point, Katie... slandering the hotel is one thing, but the princess of hell is too far." *His voice was almost aggressive and frustrated in nature, his eyes narrowing towards Katie*

"Let it be known... that if I ever hear any slander regarding Charlie on your broadcast again, I will not hesitate to add you to mine"

*Alastor leans against his cane, a static-like pressure filling the room for a brief moment. Katie eventually turns to face him, stomping her cigarette into the floor, and returning the same narrow gaze*

"I'll stop giving her shit, once she gets it together. Nobody can take her seriously, and nobody wants to listen to her nonsense."

*Katie takes a few steps closer to Alastor, clearly not intimidated by his words*

"You adding me to your list of screams won't change the fact, that Lucifers spoiled bitch can't control anything down here"

*Katie's figure leans down, looking down at Alastor as if he was inferior. Al doesn't flinch in the slightest, his smile ingraining into Katies brain more with every second looking at it*

*A few seconds go by of the two glaring into each other's souls, Alastor finally breaking the stare with a blink and a hum*

"Well, I suppose my job is done here, You have been warned after all. On behalf of all the residents, Charlie, and I, we implore you to give redemption a shot... seems you need it."

*Alastor turns to leave, humming as he does so. Katie is left in her almost stuck posture of slightly leaning over, shook by Alastor's lack of action*

*With the only sounds being the clack of Alastor's shoes fading away, Katie is left to wonder if she should think twice of making another mockery of Charlie*

“oh yes!…how unfortunate of you to remind me😒”

(hello, I’m tag my rp blog)

Katie…

@hazbinsprotectorxxx

“Yes?”

(hello, I’m tag my rp blog)

Katie…

@hazbinsprotectorxxx

“Yes?”

*AGGRESSIVE TEARING NOISES*

Katie: “GOD FUCKING DAMN IT… my last well-fitted dress.

Tom: *Looks over instinctively from the sound, before laughing hysterically* “Oh…oh my fucking god… *catching his breath through the intense laughter* “Must’ve been stress eating lately, haven’t you?”

Katie: *Turning around with a malicious, gritted smile* mhmm! Yeah Tom?? Wanna keep going? *towering over his short figure, my eyes wide open, words passed through gritted teeth* “Lie to me if you have to… please tell me you didn’t see it… *Katies voice exasperated and uneasy, as she draws a hand to her forehead*

Tom: *Tom doesn’t flinch or shrink from Katie’s threatening figure and words, his smile visible through his mask* “Well I won’t lie, as you wish” *a slight giggle/chuckle persisting through the sentence.*

Katie:*The silence after that was accompanied with the tone of his sentence gave Katie everything she needed to know* “That… will be the only time you ever get a chance to witness seeing ANY woman’s ass…fucking freak” *Her tone stern, dropping to a whisper near the end. She stands back up, her hands instinctively attempting to cover the ripped portion*

Tom:*begins to walk away casually, as if the event never even occurred* Well I’m sure this will be the running joke at the office for a while… maybe forever *looks over his shoulder before exiting the dressing room*

Katie:*tightens her fists out of rage, just before screaming* “I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD TOM, I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU IF YOU EVER UTTER A WORD OF WHAT YOU SAW” *Her shouting echoing through rooms, as Tom continues to make his way down the hall, seemingly unbothered and satisfied*