Doom's Christmas

Ladies and gentlemen, this is my FINAL story at this wiki, and to pull it off, here is what I just came up with. In other terms, this is my own Charlie x DoomSlayer fanfic. Characters belong to Vizziepop, iD Software, and Bethesda, while the fanfic below is created by me. Merry (late) Christmas.

(Warning: this fanfic may contain a few vulgar words, but hey, it's my wording)

Intro
For the friends I made here, who themselves, had a greater Christmas then mine: kikithemango, toastedkorekiyo, keefester4ever, and all the pals I met.

Molto Grazi

I: Rip and Share
(Song: Mr. Doctor by Devil Doll)

'Twas the afternoon before Christmas, over in Hell, yet the DoomSlayer is at his work again, helping the demons at the Hazbin Hotel, rather then chopping their heads off or blasting them with the BFG 9000. Yet at the same time, he became bored of his new job, not because he missed the good old days, but because it was something else.

"Is it just me," explained Vaggie, "or does he looked tired?"

"No clue," replied Charlie, owner of the hotel, "I'll see what's up with the legend."

"But be careful," warned Vaggie, "he might look that way, mainly due to what he did to the demons of old.  He could miss his work that he did, and possibly, hurt you."

"Don't worry," said Charlie back, "I'm sure we changed his ways."

While excusing the DoomSlayer from his position, Charlie herself was bugged from this Christmas as well, hoping to let her parents visit the hotel, her own Gothic winter wonderland. While she looked at the painting and murels around her work, but the DoomSlayer just looked at the stairs as they walked, with the blank expression of pain and guilt.

"So, Mr. DoomSlayer," said Charlie as they went to her office, "what seems to be the problem? You kinda looked sad.  What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing," said the DoomSlayer, "I'm just not a big fan of Christmas myself, since I never spent it before, due to what happened between you guys and the jerks at the UAC, sorry, but I wish I could spend it just ONCE, in my destructive life."

Before they continued, the employees at the I.M.P. came by with presents galore, but only by a Blitz (the o is silent), as they waved and went. After the day and night (like purgatory, time is irrelevent in Hell), the staff went down and applauded for their sleep, while Nifty, cute as she is, did that so easily.

II: What destroys the truth, soothens the heart
(Song: Cold by The Cure)

During that night, Charlie and the DoomSlayer continued their discussion, only for her to bring the truth to him.

"So," continued Charlie, "any other reasons to dislike Christmas then just your past work, Mr. DoomSlayer?  It's a good time to spill a few beans for a truth."

"Well," muttered the DoomSlayer, "there is one other reason: my pet rabbit, Daisy, who I abandoned before coming to Hell for the first time.  But when I came back to Earth from Mars, she was gone... KILLED BY YOUR OWN KIND, CHARLIE!!!"

After saying that, the Slayer realized the fright he made upon a soft soul like Charlie's, as he now cried under his helmet from what he said. But only then, Alistor, the radio demon, came to the office while the Slayer was crying, as Charlie herself calmed him down.

"My, my," begun Alistor, under his own monotone voicing, "it seems we hit a soft spot on the 'Massacre King of Hell' himself, and pardon if I eavesdropped, Charlie."

"No worries, Al," replied the pincess of Hell, "I was just worked up on seeing behind the helm of the Slayer himself to see any other emotion then just the rage he brought upon us.  Inside him, he was brought up by vengence for his pet, the one thing he cared about, and being the destructive weapon for this...UAC thing?"

"Hmm, all true," said Alistor, "but, since he himself has a heart for you, I may have and idea for his present tomorrow, to bring his happiness upon you yourself, Charlie."

After she pardoned the Slayer to his room for resting, Charlie set out to find a rabbit, all to show the humanity upon everyone, even the DoomSlayer himself.

III: Elements of Love
(Song: Samba Briza by Athiest)

As Christmas risen upon the very foundation of Hell itself, and since Charlie was absent all night and early in the morning, all of the demons of the hotel rushed down to the Christmas tree that Husker and Angel Dust had made and prepared, along with Nifty making it as sparkling as the full moon herself.

"Say, where's Charlie at," questioned the DoomSlayer as he waken up and going to the tree.

"Beats me, demon killer," said Husker sarcasticly, "I'm sure she's going all 'Secret Santa' on all of us so that you, of all people, wouldn't shut up about."

"Leave the Slayer be," said Alistor, "he's already had a rough Christmas Eve night, so don't make it worse, Husker ol' pal."

"Yeah f-ing right," muttered Husker under his breath, while drinking some Eggnog along the way.

After a few deca-minutes, Charlie and Loona, one of the employees at the I.M.P., came back, rushing through the door, with bags of presents galore, 10 to be exact, for the demons themselves alone. And at the very last minute, she came to the DoomSlayer with the gift he dreamed of.

"Here," said Charlie upon the Slayer, "I know you might want this," as she handed him a box with holes, indicating of an animal breathing inside. The DoomSlayer opened it, and there it was within his gift, a little auburn bunny, whom named by Charlie herself:

Daisy II

After she told him the name she chose for the rabbit, the DoomSlayer replied back, "Thank you," and cried at the same time after what she did for him.

"The hell is he crying about," questioned Angel Dust, who recieved a crochet as his gift, "I imagined the DoomSlayer to be big and brute, not wussy and emotional."

"Oh just shut up," said Vaggie as she gave the sultry spider a glare.

Epilogue: The Presents Stalks
(Song: Would? by Alice in Chains)

As the demons and DoomSlayer celebrated their Christmas, and all had their own grim tiddings and painful joy, but all is swell between both Charlie and the Slayer, as the princess of Hell herself kissed the helm under the mistletoe itself, but hey, it's just Christmas in a nutshell.

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