[ Stop me if you've heard this one. A totally cool, chill, handsome Angel gets killed by some totally lame, not chill, 2/10 hellbound and hellborne, and wakes up in...what is this? Heaven's waiting room? What the fuck? And they're serving cookies? What the fuck? Did that bitch Emily plan this? What the fuck is going on?
Either way, it's got cherubs and what could charitably called imps working together, and that's just wrong. You can tell from Adam's expression that he is not amused...but also, that he's not quite believing what's happening to him. ]
Ha ha, what the fuck is this? Ginger ale? No way, bitch. Get me some of that hard cider. And I mean hard. I don't care if this is a dream. Or a nightmare. I want to wake up in the infirmary with a fucking hangover!
[ Oh, did anyone mention that his face is now half a twisted mockery of his mask? Or how about the demonic, horns, wings, and infernal-looking outfit? The sick tail like the head of a guitar? No? Seems Adam hasn't noticed either... ]
B. Hell Freezes Over
[ By now, Adam knows he's in Hell, and that he's now mostly demonic...and he's absolutely depressed. The mighty leader of Heaven's army, brought low by his new lot in the afterlife, chilling literally on a sofa in the lobby as everything freezes around him.
He doesn't have to worry about that, of course. His demonic light has been replaced by hellfire. He won't freeze...he's just decided to turn up the temperature. As he depression loafs. Sighing. Loudly. Waiting for someone to come feel sorry for him.
It may or may not be melting a large icicle that is now precariously dangling above everyone's heads, threatening to drop down on everyone's heads.
If no one feels sorry for him? He'll be quite cross, throwing up his hands and yelling as even more fire burns up around him: ]
What's the big deal?! I'm in Hell! Aren't any of you sinners going to fucking console me?!
C. He Has A Degree In Karen
[ Cozy season! This would be fucking great...if there weren't a guy at the Gate holding up the exit to the elevator, and nay, stopping anyone from down below from getting into Heaven and also yelling at the Cherubs. ]
Nononono! This is all wrong! You can't just fucking let people from Hell walk in here! This is Heaven! It means nothing if anyone can just fucking come up here! Have some goddamn standards, you little fucksticks, for God's sake!
[ Then the cherubs start pushing HIM towards the Elevator, and... ]
No, wait! I didn't mean me! I belong up here!!! It's your dumb mistake that got me stuck downstairs in the first place! Just because you can't do your jobs--!
Adam | Hazbin Hotel | Hellbound (Take 2)
[ Stop me if you've heard this one. A totally cool, chill, handsome Angel gets killed by some totally lame, not chill, 2/10 hellbound and hellborne, and wakes up in...what is this? Heaven's waiting room? What the fuck? And they're serving cookies? What the fuck? Did that bitch Emily plan this? What the fuck is going on?
Either way, it's got cherubs and what could charitably called imps working together, and that's just wrong. You can tell from Adam's expression that he is not amused...but also, that he's not quite believing what's happening to him. ]
Ha ha, what the fuck is this? Ginger ale? No way, bitch. Get me some of that hard cider. And I mean hard. I don't care if this is a dream. Or a nightmare. I want to wake up in the infirmary with a fucking hangover!
[ Oh, did anyone mention that his face is now half a twisted mockery of his mask? Or how about the demonic, horns, wings, and infernal-looking outfit? The sick tail like the head of a guitar? No? Seems Adam hasn't noticed either... ]
B. Hell Freezes Over
[ By now, Adam knows he's in Hell, and that he's now mostly demonic...and he's absolutely depressed. The mighty leader of Heaven's army, brought low by his new lot in the afterlife, chilling literally on a sofa in the lobby as everything freezes around him.
He doesn't have to worry about that, of course. His demonic light has been replaced by hellfire. He won't freeze...he's just decided to turn up the temperature. As he depression loafs. Sighing. Loudly. Waiting for someone to come feel sorry for him.
It may or may not be melting a large icicle that is now precariously dangling above everyone's heads, threatening to drop down on everyone's heads.
If no one feels sorry for him? He'll be quite cross, throwing up his hands and yelling as even more fire burns up around him: ]
What's the big deal?! I'm in Hell! Aren't any of you sinners going to fucking console me?!
C. He Has A Degree In Karen
[ Cozy season! This would be fucking great...if there weren't a guy at the Gate holding up the exit to the elevator, and nay, stopping anyone from down below from getting into Heaven and also yelling at the Cherubs. ]
Nononono! This is all wrong! You can't just fucking let people from Hell walk in here! This is Heaven! It means nothing if anyone can just fucking come up here! Have some goddamn standards, you little fucksticks, for God's sake!
[ Then the cherubs start pushing HIM towards the Elevator, and... ]
No, wait! I didn't mean me! I belong up here!!! It's your dumb mistake that got me stuck downstairs in the first place! Just because you can't do your jobs--!