You're an Alien invader-(any species)- who was too set on conquering earth instead of planning it first,so you died from it.

You'd wake up in The Hazbin hotel on the floor,Demons looking down at you. Vaggie:Her spear was pointed at you "it's awake." Charlie:"Don't provoke them-" She'd look over at Vaggie Husk:drinking like usual Alastor:looking down at you with a sharp teethed smile on his face, "Never expected an Alien to actually go to hell!" Sir Pentious: "Odd looking."