Hatchet & Prick loser baby styled overlords

by Golden_devil

Summary:

Everyone knew that there was always an on going battle between two small time overlords, Hatchet and Prick. What they didn't know that they were slowing developing feelings for one another, (though they are trying to hide it from the public, and is not easy to do so if a certain Katy Killjoy barges in to try get it out of them). Not to mention the fact that they have to face a scandel that Katie killjoy had uncovered and so the public is hunting them down for questions and answers. Along with overlords either helping them with weaponry or is possibly going to bring one these two that they both hadn't been prepared for.

Chapter 1: Turf war, what's the score

Summary:

Another day in hell, another of turf war for Hatchet and Prick as they battled on till lunchtime. (Or at least till one of them, gets strike down).

Notes:

I love the idea of how these two are rivals, and the reason why I wanted to do this fanfic was because since Sir Pentious and Cherri bomb were once rivals in hell. But then they both turned into friends then into lovers, imagine if it was the same for these two small time overlords.

Everyone knew that there was always an on going battle between two small time overlords, Hatchet and Prick. They had all known that since one of them had pissed the other, in a drinking contest or at least that's what Katie killjoy had said. Since she was a junior reporter in hell at the time, when it had happened. For years they had tried and failed to get anywhere higher on the power ladder. Or at least higher than Cherri bomb who was more or less slightly more stronger and powerfuller than the both together.

Either way, deep down neither of them really did care whether or not they did more power or got more powerfuller than the other. As they simply loved as well as enjoyed almost killing or getting killed by one another. Something that either hell didn't care for, or were too busy watching Sir Pentious and Cherri bomb kill one another.

And so without further ado, these two would get up at dawn, and get ready for their daily battle that happened every single day. No one truly ever did watch their battles, there were a few that did want to, but it was only for a brief second or two. Or were just passing and dying along the way, so yeah that was Hatchet and Prick's way of life. But this time things were different for the pair of them, as we first go and see Hatchet as he starts to get up and ready for the day.

In Hatchet's room it was mainly sort of designed as a teenager's room, only it was a bit dirtier, had more dust and cobwebs, and it was it look like it hadn't been inhabited for years, until Hatchet came along and started to use it. The room was also designed with several tones of red, and black. With a few eyes that inhabited the room. The only furniture there was in there, was Hatchet's bed and a desk, that Hatchet used to stuff and store his weaponry with.

Hatchet was dreaming of what would it be like if he was top overlord, and surprising he was being on with Prick as they were being bowed upon by all of the people of hell including Lucifer. They were about to raise some drinks to the hell sky, Hatchet then fell out of his bed and woke up. As he got off the ground he looked around his room that he only really owned for the last few decades or so. He went to get dressed as he grabbed his trusty spike club, that he would always used in his daily battles with Prick. As he went down the stairs of his rundown home, he then reached the kitchen as he was then met with empty silence that was hung around the place. He ignored it as he set to work making himself the same usual, shitty breakfast that he would have in order to get ready for the battle that was going to happen. It was kind of like having makeovers with except differently.

As soon as he had finished making and eating his shitty breakfast, he went upstairs to the top of the building and went outside to see the sky light up with fireworks, that Charlie Morningstar would always summon every single day.

He was met with the same and usual screams and cries of the afterlife in hell, most people would get used to this sort of thing when they went to hell. Most would get terrified of it, while some starting getting mental illnesses from spending too much time in areas like these. Hatchet sighed, as he went back down to the house. He thought to himself, "Sigh, great another shitty day hell for me I guess, oh well looks like I might have some fun with Prick today, along with the Wyvern".

He was about to go out of the door, when he then remembered something as he rushed back inside to get it. It was the spiked collar that he always wore, but always was meaning to throw out. As Hatchet fasten it to his neck, he was then reminded the painful memories that it held for so many decades.

But ignored them, as he went out of the door, and out to his establishment. Waiting for the daily battle to start.

Meanwhile with Prick . . . . .

He was also still asleep, but was about to be woken up by his alarm, and by alarm I mean Alastor's radio. As it then starts its daily morning screams, with Alastor laughing in the background. Prick is then woken up, and bangs his head on the edge of his bed. He swears under his breath as he gets out of bed, and has a look around the room, which he has inhabited for quite some time.

The room itself, was surprising really nice and tidy, despite the owner who owned the room. It had only two shades of colours that made the room, look like what it looked like. And they were yellow and neon orange colours. And just like Hatchet's room, it also had eyes that lived inside of the room. However, unlike Hatchet's room, it was slightly big more bigger than his room. Prick then walks downstairs, after getting changed, he looks around and is met with silence as always.

But something to look forward to, since everyday was turf war day for him and Hatchet. He then whips up a meal, as he shoves it down his gob. He then moves forward to the door, as he grabs a weapon that he was going to use. He was then met with the same old red sky, the same old screams and cries of hell. As he sighed, but continues as he goes around the corner to his establishment that was just across the street to Hatchet's one which was called the Wyvern.

As he went inside his pub, he looked around, he found that no matter how many times he cleaned and made the place look decent, it still felt like something was missing or out of place with it. Which was the exact same thought that Hatchet had also thought, whenever he opened the place up, both had thought that their pubs had something that was missing to out of place with it. But always brushed it off, as they assumed that it was nothing, as soon as they had opened their establishments, they both would always go outside to meet their opponent to battle with for the rest of the day. However things were about to be different for once.

As the clock of hell, starts to chime for eight o clock, both Prick and Hatchet stood at opposite ends of the area that both had lived and were in. Ready like a cowboy standoff/showdown. (Or really like pigs to slaughter). Both were about to charge at each other, and start the daily turf war, when Prick turn to his left. As he then see a little band of demons that usually followed and stalked a demon called Striker. But on other days, like today they would produce a theme tune for Hatchet and Prick. He then whips out a small pistol and shoots all of them dead, (Or so he thinks). As he turns to where Hatchet was suppose to be, but wasn't there. As he then hears a swishing sound, he then realizes that it was Hatchet's club.

As he ducks, and Hatchet's club lands to where Prick once stood, as Prick grabs one of his guns and start to fire the bullets at him. Hatchet who noticed these while trying to get his club off the ground, had managed to dodge all of them, but then get slashed across the arm, by one of them.

"Argh, fuck that hurts--- AARGH OH SHIT". he yelped as he flops to the floor, and starts to barrel rolls across the floor, to dodge the bullets. As he then clambers onto a lamp post. He then twirls around and fires himself at Prick, and kicks him straight into the guts. As Prick falls backwards, leaving Hatchet enough time to come back to his club, as he then gets it off the floor ready for Prick's volley of attacks.

Unfortunaly for both of them, neither of them were ready for what was about to happen next, as both were about to attack each other again. When both froze, just as the world around them then freezes, as a arrow was then shots through both of them. Both thought that was a angelic arrow, as Hatchet collapses on the floor, butt in the air. Meanwhile with Prick he was stumbling about, was about to return back to his house, when he looked back at Hatchet. As he had rolled over, as his chest was bleeding, Prick knew that he wasn't going to last long without medical attention, something Prick surprising was good at. As he tries to weight the pros and cons of what he'll do. But then decides on this:

"Fuck this, I'm coming for ya bud, hang on tight". As he picks up Hatchet and walks on over to his house. Not noticing, someone was behind him, and was filming everything that was happening. As soon as Prick shuts the door, the demon then comes out, with a smirk upon her face. As the demon was called Katie Killjoy, and then said, as he turns off the camera, knowing she had captured everything that was needed for her next big story.

"Well, then looks I got my big story then, and also finally getting some revenge as well. Oh well, goodbye then Hatchet my dear . . . . . . ex-boyfriend, bye bitch".

Notes:

I don't really know what their sexualities are, but for this fanfic I'll say that Hatchet is bisexual and Prick is monosexual, which is sort of like bisexual but in a different sort of way.

Chapter 2: WHAT THE F---

Summary:

As Hatchet wakes up in Prick's bedroom, both have some major questions for what was happening, and even more when the 666 news turns on.

Notes:

I can imagine Katie Killjoy being Hatchet ex-girlfriend, back when they were alive. But then she finds out that he is bisexual, she kills him, just because she think that bisexual is easily the same thing as being gay. And ends up in hell a few decades later.

A few hours later in the house of Prick's.

Hatchet, then wakes gasping for air, as he then get a painful headache, but then closes his eyes again for a few minutes and opens again and starts to observe everything that was around him. He was trying to breath slowly but was failing, as he was about to black out, when he heard someone say:

"ARGH FUCKING HELL, THAT HURTS". Hatchet then realized where he was, he was in Prick's home, and in his bedroom as well. "I got get outta here" he thought as he struggled to get out of the bed that he was in. He then realized that his chest was bare, that was medically treated by someone. Hatchet then tries to find his crop top, but instead find a red and black non-sleeved shirt instead. Not his sort of clothing for sure that he would wear. But put it on away, as someone then walks into the room.

It was Prick, as Hatchet froze like a pheasant does before getting hit with a car. Prick however wasn't as he then asked Hatchet.

"So, then I suppose you then have a few questions for me? yes".

"WELL, OF COURSE FUCKING GOD, OF COURSE I WOULD HAVE QUESTIONS FOR YOU". Barked Hatchet, as he then get a sudden bit of pain to the chest, as he was about to flop onto the floor, when Prick rushes forward and grabs him before he falls. However just as he was about to put him onto his bed. HE then looked up and accidentally looks into Hatchet's eyes.

He then freezes, as he then remembers all of those time when he and Hatchet then became a bit too close for each other's comfort, he then---.

"PRICK!" yelped Hatchet, as Prick then snaps back to reality, as he then turns to Hatchet and before he knows it he then gets slap across the cheek. Prick recoiled as he then said.

"Argh, what da the fuck mate, why did you do that?".

"Why, did YOU do that, you tried to kiss me".

"No I didn't". replied Prick trying to defend himself as he gets the tray that he had brought for Hatchet before any of this happened. (Or at least when Hatchet was about to fall).

"Yes you did--". "No I didn't". "Yes you did--".

Lights blared, cameras turned on, the opening reel played and the announcers voice came on. “Sex, violence, weather. Hell’s number 1 station. This is 666 News.”

The camera swung onto the set where Katie Killjoy and Tom Trench shuffled their papers. They sat at attention while producers were yelling in their earpieces. Katie leaned into the camera. “Do you ever feel like you’re getting old? Years passing by, your new neighbors are scarier and all of your friends are dead? Well some nerds have pulled out the statistics and turns out if you died before the hippies did, chances are you’re gross.”

“That’s right,” Tom said, as he was about to say more, when Katie then kicked him where it hurts, as she then said. "No, one gives a shit about you say Tom, anyway I'm here to tell you one of these most hottest and least shittest stories known in hell". She said as the films she had taken shows on the screen.

"So, then we all know that the two demons that you see right in front of you are the small time overlords Prick and Hatchet, BUT did you know that it is possible that they are . . . . together".

"You heard her, they're---". "Ha, ha fuck off Tom this is my show not yours sod off". said Katie as more photos began to show on the screen.

"So then as I was saying, they are together, whether they are fucking each other we have no new information so far, anyway there is---". Prick then turns off the screen as both were shocked at what they had just seen, and heard.

Suddenly both then said, as Prick then slips over a bottle that he was drinking from the night before. "WHAT THE F---!".

Chapter 3: I hate this

Summary:

After seeing and hearing the news on the 666 news, Prick and Hatchet grudging agree to work together for the time being.

Notes:

I don't hate this, but Prick and Hatchet will.

After both of them go falling to the floor, and into a tangled pile, they both get away from each other, both shocked at what they had just heard.

After, a while, (which really was only five minutes), Prick then said to Hatchet. As he then grabbed a bottle of beer that he always stashes by his bedside in case he wants a drink.

"So, then . . . looks like we are in quite a pickle isn't it". Hatchet then snapped at him, "you think, YOU THINK, KATIE FUCKING KILLJOY HAS NOW LIED TO THE ENTIRE OF HELL, THAT WE ARE TOGETHER AND THAT---".

"Aren't we?". Hatchet then paused, while panting huge angry breaths, as he then calmed down, as he then turned to Prick with a look of fright on his face. As he then replied to him, while his legs were shaking.

"This, is not going to look good on us, since this means that everyone wants a piece of us, and are out to get us".

"Agreed, but what on earth-- I mean hell do we do about, we are after all small time overlords, and as small time overlords no one is going to listen to us at all". When Prick had said that, both then paused as they were both thinking ways out of this one, though both knew that this wasn't going to be easy for them at all. As Hatchet jumps in the air and shouts.

"ERUKA!". Prick was looking at him, wondering what the fuck was he on about, as Hatchet then bangs his head on the ceiling, as Prick then catches him, in the fall and he then looked at Hatchet as he then realised that he has done it again, as he drops Hatchet on the floor by accident.

Hatchet who then banged his head on the floor once more, bounced up and yelled into Prick's face while rubbing his already sore head.

"CAN YOU STOP FUCKING DOING THAT! IT HURTS YOU KNOW YOU---".

"Can, you please stop yelling at me, it does hurt my ears you know". replied Prick coolly, Hatchet then flops onto Prick's bed again, while taking a swig of the bottle, he was about to drink the rest of it. When Prick grabbed it off him as he then said to him.

"You, know I think I may have an idea Hatchet". Hatchet then replied sarcastically, "And, what is that?".

"Simple, why don't we make a---". "Deal" said Hatchet finishing his sentence as Prick replies.

"I was going to say we have a veto system, you know where we--".

"I know what a fucking veto system is Prick" replied Hatchet sharply, Prick then says to him.

"So, yeah why don't we do both ok Hatchet?".

Hatchet looked around, he first looked at the tv where they had just learnt about something terrible, then looked at Prick as he then sighs as he then replies to him.

"Sigh, fine---". "FUCK YEAH!" Prick yelped, as Hatchet stared in shock at him, he thought in his head.

"is, this really the man that I have been fighting with for over the past few decades, the man I been more or less been friend/enemy with, and the man that I had a cr---".

"So, Hatchet do we have a deal?". asked Prick interrupting Hatchet's thoughts. Hatchet then replied as they shook hands, which was really nothing interesting about really. Since they were after all small time overlords, they didn't massive big power surges flowing out of them, or making the room shake and all spooky. Or any of that.

Hatchet then thought in his head, "I'm going to hate this aren't I?". Prick thought the same thing, "I'm going to hate this aren't I?".

Chapter 4: Moving house (And finding someone)

Summary:

Since they are now as a team, they now have to move house together for the time being and then find someone to believe in the truth and reality of their real truth instead of Katie Killjoy's lies.

Prick was about to drink the rest of the bottle that he was still holding when he then realised that Hatchet had also being drinking from it, as he then accidentally drops it and it smashes all over the floor. Prick then grabbed a ragged cloth that was on the side as he went to clean it up.

Hatchet who was watching this, crossed his arms as he then said out loud. "Great, now I'm stuck with you now".

"Oh, grow up Hatchet, honestly I don't see why you would whine about things like this--". "BECAUSE YOU'RE SUCH A PRICK!". barked back hatchet, as Prick reminds him.

"You, do remember that we just made a deal where we make a veto system a few minutes ago, so that we could work together as a team, don't you remember that bit?".

"Grr, I remember fully well Prick". replied Hatchet as his tail was shaking with fury, Prick watched unfazed as he then also grabbed a pen and notebook, out from his desk that was nearby. He then said to Hatchet while writing something done to remember later.

"Great, why don't we think about all of the things that you want to be vetoed and I do the same---". "You, do realise that you are now sounding like Charlie fucking Morningstar right?". Replied Hatchet now feeling quite bored and was about to regret the deal even more.

"I, know full well Hatchet anyway what do you think should be veto?". replied Prick as Hatchet thinks for a minute carefully for once in his whole afterlife as he then replied to him.

"So, then first off, I want your clumsy little acts to be vetoed this instance because I hate it!". Prick ignored him as he then replied to him while writing still. "Go, on".

"Sigh,---". "Ok, look I know I did say that you go first, but I would like to add the first vetoed thing to the list". "And that is?" asked Hatchet, as he was thumping his tail with frustration.

"Simple, you sighing all of the bloody time, honestly what are doing that for, are you sad, are you mad, are you in---". Prick then paused, as Hatchet then knew what was going to say, as they both looked at each other, and looked away blushing. As Prick brushed it off, and continued.

"Anyway, I would like that to be on the list thank you, anyway back to you then to me ok". "Yeah, ok Prick I get that, anyway so here are the things that I wanted that need to be vetoed: the fact that this fighting I know we both love--- I mean like--- no, no I mean, we have to do. But anyway it needs to stops at least till everything back to normal. Next up is, you constantly being an asshole---".

"You, do know that means---". "Yes, I know that would mean me as well idiot anyway, thirdly I like to think that you won't betray me or stab me in back ok. And fourthly I would like it that if we stay in one area for the time being while we sort this out".

As soon as Hatchet had said all of that, Prick looked up and stared him right in the face, as he then said to him. "You do know that everything that I have just written sounds just like what Charlie Morningstar would say right?".

"Yes, I know very well Prick".

"Good, and also that I don't need to veto anything at all since most of the things that I wanted to be vetoed are already on this list".

"Wait, they are?!". yelped Hatchet as he rushed to where Prick and snatched the notebook, skimming through them, he then gives the notebook back. As he was now looking a green for a odd reason, Prick ignored as he slammed the notebook shut and said to Hatchet.

"Right then I suppose that it's time that we move together in one house then right Hatchet".

"Wait what I didn't--". " YEs, you did Hatchet you were after all the one who did suggest it. Anyway I'll help get your stuff from your place and---".

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, WAIT! hang on, who said anything about me moving into your place, no I suggest we go to my place it soooo much nicer than this tacky house".

"Ok first off, my house is NOT TACKY it is simply . . . (Prick wracks his brains for a excuse) . . . old. And secondary no we are not moving your place, yours is simply a shit hole compared to my divine--- I mean unholy house---".

"Fuck off mate, I say my place".

"How about we flip a coin to see which house we stay in for the time being". Hatchet was about to say no, when he then decided. "Fine".

"Great let's do it, ok I'm heads, you're tails got it". "Got it" replied Hatchet knowing he was about to regret this just as much as he was with the deal that was made minutes ago. Prick then flips the coin as it flies in the air turning and pinning, both demons were hoping and more or less praying that it would hit their side. Which doesn't as Prick was about to catch, when he misses and it lands on the floor but not on one side no it lands so that on one of its very thin sides, which supposable is very rare indeed, as Hatchet and Prick exchanges looks.

Neither one of them wanted to be with the other, but that was way it was going to be for them. As Prick was about say something, when Hatchet interrupts him.

"Why, not we use the----". "House at the back of my place". said both at the same time, both were very shocked since when did he know about the house, thought one just like the other did. As they both rushed to the roof of Prick's house and both were very shocked indeed as they saw two things.

One, was that the house that both were talking about, were in fact actually right in the middle of their turf, meaning either way is actually both of theirs instead. And the other, was that in over a matter of hours that have past, someone had plastered loads and loads of posters, newspapers and anything that had got to do with Hatchet and Prick.

Both demons turned to each other, each had mixed emotions and feelings, Prick then says to Hatchet as he then summons a tiny demon to his feet.

"It, appears that we maybe both wrong perhaps then,". Hatchet then added after him, "Indeed, and also what the fuck mate, I thought you said that you weren't magically at all. Like the other overlords of hell".

"I, wasn't fully telling the truth to you there bud, though I was quite hammered when I told you this, anyway I am magically . . . a bit not fully,".

"So, . . . . you don't exactly have magic but have some anyway?".

"Yes, yes I suppose I do, anyway". Prick turns to the tiny demon, who was looking up to him, with his big empty looking eyes. Prick said to it. "Shitbag, go and get Hatchet and mine stuff and move it to the shed understood".

The tiny demon nodded as it vanished, Hatchet who was quite confused as Prick noticed and said to him. "What, that's his name Shitbag".

"Seriously you couldn't of have given him a better name?".

"Err, . . . no not really no". replied Prick as he looks at his pocket watch, in his well pocket. He spoke while snapping the locket shut. "Right, then let's go down to the shed ok Hatchet".

"Ok," replied Hatchet as he followed Prick down the stairs, and to where shed was. The shed itself was small, but a sturdy looking shed, it managed to survive the roughest and toughest of weather that hell has ever brought. Meaning it was the perfect shed to stash anything that the two overlords could ever want, (except each other).

Either, they had to, as both reach to where the shed was, they went inside of it, which wasn't actually that bad, it was a mix of messy but a the same time was rather tidy. Which suited these two, either way, anyway, Shitbag was vanishing just as Hatchet was about to see him. Hatchet was about to suggest that they flip the coin to see who has the double bed, since there was only one bed that was decent and not bad to sleep on. When suddenly out of nowhere, Prick then zoomed to the top of the shed. While trying to make sure that Hatchet didn't follow him.

Which he does as Hatchet catches onto him, both were trying to make sure that the other, could get to the bed before he could. But both failed, as they reached the room, both were panting and gasping for air, they both hobbled to the bed as they flopped onto it, and started to go to sleep. While the Grandfather clock that was in there, then timed six in the evening which rather early but they didn't care. they did care at all.

Chapter 5: Katie killjoy's villain arc

Summary:

Meanwhile Hatchet and Prick are sleeping together, Katie Killjoy is revealed not only as a villain but a motherfucking bitch that abuse Tom all she likes. POOR TOM

Notes:

Look I know it is not part of this or not relevant right now but I have a question: WHich of poly ships are more likely to happen in between season 3 and 4 of Helluva boss. And in-between seasons: 3, 4, 5 and possibly six even:
For Helluva boss here the ships:
Mammon X Levi X Athan (Leviathan are two heads with different personalities but are the same demon.
Loona X Vortex X Bee
Verosika X Sallie may X Barbie wire
For Hazbin hotel here are the ships:
Emily X Abel X St. Peter
Please do say if you can or if you want I don't mind honestly I just want your opinion on this ok. Ciao

Meanwhile somewhere in hell . . . .

Was Katie Killjoy, as she was walking away from the studio, after just raping Tom without a care in the world, she felt powerful, she felt . . . . . just Valentino does when he does it to poor Angel.
She fished her keys, while going up the stairs, and at the entrance of the apartment. She went inside of it, and admired it , despite the fact that she was after all only in her 30s. Her apartment was in a mess and was littered all sorts of things, as she stepped over them.

She looked at the posters she had plastered and stuck on the wall, which showed her admiration for Vox. As, she moved on to her room, where it was even more of a mess than it was outside. Not to mention that it was after all, her workspace as well.

She then stepped aside and over the things on the floor, as she stripped down to her bra and knickers, went to get her dressing gown. As she hopped to bed, she fished out her phone, dialed up the number of her co-worker Tom Trench. As he answered the phone.

"Yes, who is it?" he asked, while he was drinking a very hot cup of coffee.

"It's ME!" she replied seductively, as well as darkly. Tom who was more or less dead scared of her, then spat out a hot mouthful of coffee as the rest of the boiling hot coffee went all over him. Katie could hear in the background him swearing out loud. As he was now injured and burnt because of this. Tom replied to her, while trying to clean the spillage with a cloth.

"Fucking hell Katie, what do you want from me, you just made---".

"Ok, I'm going to stop right there Tom, first of all, you should know by now to address as Momma Katie when we are outside of work. And second of all, I have something to tell you".

"Yeah, what the fuck is it?,