*Black is all Springtrap could see, his eyes forced shut. He tried to open them but without any success. *He should be dead, shouldn't he? He couldn’t even breath and yet he still felt conscious, but not awake. He should have finally burned to his death thanks to his son Michael and his ex-coworker Harry Emily.

Had the fire failed to kill him? Impossible, that should have worked, or maybe this was his personal Hell and he’d actually died. However, as his eyes finally opened, Springtrap realized he wasn’t in Cassidy’s clutches, but in Hell…

He’d somehow landed himself in the Pride Ring, home of the Hazbin Hotel and Lucifer’s creations…