Tondra wasn't really sure how she managed to survive all this time, but she did.

One moment she had been being helped out of the car into the emergency room with Papyrus and Leonie, struggling for breath before everything just... stopped. Everything faded to black, and she felt herself become distant from her body.

Man, what a killer way to die. Allergic reaction of all things. Not from other CreepyPasta, not from demons or her rituals, but from an allergic reaction.

But hey, at least the stomach was tasty.

The first thing she noticed about hell (she knew she was in hell immediately, there was no doubt about that. Heaven? Please, she was never going there) was that the humans were all bunched together before being picked for their destined torture.

Maybe it was because she was part demon, but she wasn't like the other souls. Tondra hadn't fallen asleep after she died. Sure, she had blacked out, but she was very aware of her surroundings as her soul departed from her body. It was a feeling she couldn't quite explain, as that it wasn't a feeling. One moment there was pain and suffocation, the next there was blackness, and she felt like she was falling. She hadn't fallen asleep, but she couldn't see anything.

Until she was in hell.

It was like a rush of adrenaline when she felt a body again, as if she had just been splashed with cold water. For a moment, she had forgotten how to move, soul regathering itself as she finally managed to look down.

Oh, that's interesting. She's all out demon now.

Tondra was wearing the same clothes as she was before she died, but she could feel the differences. Maybe it was just a demon sense, or something like that, but Tondra could tell that her body was different. From her elbows and knees up to her fingers and toes, she could feel the skin was harder, as if made out of a more rough material. She could see the claws sticking out of her gloves, having torn through the material in their growth. Sure, she had claws before, but they weren't this long, and they weren't pure black. When Tondra tilted back her gloves, she found that her entire hand was made out of pure black skin, and tapping it she found that it was like a hard shell. That explained the odd feeling, it was her new, weird skin.

Wait-

Tondra quickly leaned down and rolled up her right pant leg, growling with frustration. Sure enough, there was the hard shell of skin there, replacing her usual pale self.

"My leg hair," Tondra whined in defeat, "I was growing that!"

Darn it, all of her progress was wasted!

Cole was beating her now! D*mn it to-

Oh, wait, she's already in hell.

The other souls around her weren't as fortunate. Their bodies remained stiff, souls hovering blankly. There was rows and rows of undead humans, none awake like Tondra was. They all seemed to be stored within some type of empty room, one with a single door that led out of the room. A few people had writing on their faces, casual insults written across foreheads and cheeks. In front of each body was a number written at their feet, her spot no different. '420'.

Nice.

Tondra ripped off her face mask, stretching her mouth open to breath in the warm air. She could taste the despair of others, which reminded her she hasn't had a beer in a bit.

What? Beer tasted like despair, it's why she liked it so much.

Anyway, now wasn't really a good time to doddle. If she was in hell, that meant Dad and Hewey were probably here as well. And if she was in hell, she was with demons. Basically her people.

Which meant her clothes had to go.

Not all of them, but the one's she often wore to hide her demonic side. She pulled up her blue goggles and wrapped her blue mask away, tearing off her gloves to store them all in her pockets. She then peeled back her sleeves, letting her shell-like skinned arms breathe out in the open. Her new skin felt like a shell, but tapping it provided that it didn't make her immune. It was more thicker than normal skin, but it wouldn't do anything special. Stop bruising from bumping something, maybe, but it couldn't stop bullets or large impacts. She'd still have to be careful.

The teenage girl outstretched her claws, letting her chocolate brown hair flow with the movement. On earth when surrounded by normal humans and monsters, she could practically get away with anything. Tondra was smart and witty, she knew how to lie like her Dad. It made messing with people on earth so easy it was laughable. There was no situation she couldn't work herself out of, she knew how to talk straight people gay or how to talk a police officer out of the room.

But here? Tondra was in a place she didn't really know, only with the clothes on her back and the knowledge from the runes to make her way around. A grin spread over her face, peeling back with interest.

Hell f*cking yes! This was going to be fun.

Tondra made her way to the door, pulling it open to peak out. Surprisingly, there was actually a few demons on the other side in a lobby looking area, talking amongst themselves. They looked like typical demons, with the horns and tails, typical stuff. Tondra remembered to pull down her own hood, petting down her hair to let her own horns stick out.

Of course, though, she didn't go unnoticed.

"What were you doing in there? We didn't perform the labeling yet," A demon told her, jabbing a finger in her direction. "We just got the files about the humans."

"Oh, no, I wasn't doing any labeling," Tondra said, tilting her hips to the side as she tried to run her mind of everything she knew about hell.

Okay, so they were talking about something called labeling. Did they mean writing on the bodies like she saw back there? Those weren't exactly labels, though.

"I was just drawing a d*ck on someone's face. Had to add detail," Tondra said, walking up to them in confidence she shouldn't really have. "But good thing you got the files to label."

"Ah, good. I can't have people sneaking behind my back and labeling, especially not today," The demon sighed, handing her a pile of folders. "This batch is especially important. Lord Zalgo's Granddaughter, some kid named Tondra, is in there and we have to make sure not to send her into the basement. So we have to weasel her out before he kills all of us for sending her to the man eating birds and bees with teeth."

Tondra took a small glance at him before opening the file, chewing slightly on her outer lip while a twinge of doubt resonated through her. So he didn't know she was Tondra? None of them seemed to realize, but that meant the demons were already on the lookout for her. She better bee ready.

So Hewey and Dad were definitely here, then. That's good.

And don't think Tondra didn't hear the Granddaughter part. She was already aware she must have had some ties with a demon, naturally it would be the demon leader.

Flipping through the files, she had to hold back her sigh of relief. None of them had pictures, instead having numbers and descriptions of what they had done right and wrong, including their worse fears and how sensitive they were to pain.

"Ah, I found her file," Another demon spoke up, holding up their hand. "Number 420- hell yeah, she got the nice number. Tondra Font, daughter of Sans Font and Toby Rogers, and Granddaughter of Zalgo. Likes beer and is allergic to shellfish."

"Beer and she got lucky with her death number? She founds fun to hang out with," Another demon chuckled.

"She's 16," Another said, smacking his shoulder, "and Zalgo would actually kill you."

"We should make sure to go grab her before he does try to kill us," Tondra pointed out.

"Sh*t, you right girl," The demon said.

There was no doubt that once they found her numbered spot and saw that it was empty, the demons would likely connect the dots. Tondra allowed for them to walk forward towards the door before she backed away, making her way towards the elevator she had noticed earlier. There was a bunch of other doors, sure, but they resembled the one she had just exited from, hinting that the room of dead souls she found herself inside of wasn't the only one.

And so, Tondra entered the elevator, squinting at the sheer amount of floor options for her to pick from. Man, this really pressed her buttons.

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Tondra is totally in her element right now. She's got this in the bag.

Well, maybe. Let's see what Zalgo has to say about it.