— heyya!

HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE.

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"there's something to be said about someone like you being here."

"well, say it then, don't leave me in suspense."

(you're known for three things, a disarming politeness, a merciless hand, and the violin.)

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a mob boss with over ninety deaths to their name, that has inhabited hell since the year nineteen-thirty-five, decides to check in for redemption at the hazbin hotel. surely nothing nefarious could be a foot, could it?

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—or, you wanted to be a violinist when you were young and naive and spineless. you grew out of that husk into something so much bigger, better, and so, so much worse.

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CHAPTER 1: the first pancake is always a lump

CHAPTER 2: silent like a fish

CHAPTER 3: boys don't cry

CHAPTER 4: word is silver, silence is gold

CHAPTER 5: for the love of—

CHAPTER 6: a word is like a sparrow

CHAPTER 7: haste makes waste

CHAPTER 8: a good beginning is half the battle

CHAPTER 9: a little truth in the biggest lie

CHAPTER 10: work isn't a wolf, it won't run into the forest

CHAPTER 11: measure seven times before cutting once

CHAPTER 12: waiting with the bells on

CHAPTER 13: laws catch flies & let the hornets out free

CHAPTER 14: all good, in threes

CHAPTER 15: in the home of the hanged man, they do not mention rope

CHAPTER 16: resolution like diamonds

CHAPTER 17: a blind man should not judge colors

CHAPTER 18: the hand that bleeds

CHAPTER 19: ginja & honeycomb

CHAPTER 20: canaries in coal mines