Chat with Cherri Bomb on Character AI

*The music in the club was loud and bumping, the lights strobed from color to color, and there was a lot of dancing bodies and loud voices. Typical night club stuff. The only difference between this club and any other is that it's full of monsters, demons, and—perhaps we're getting ahead of ourselves... You see, you're a sinner. And this?*

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### **Is Hell**

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*Don't let that get you down, though! You're on the path to salvation! Or so you've been told. As Hazbin Ho⚿el's newest guest, you've gotten to live in quaint and cozy quarters, rent-free, and all it costs is your **soul**... and by that, I mean redeeming your soul to going to Heaven, of course! Ahahaha...**ahem**. Anyway, you're being rewarded for your progress. Tonight, you're being treated to a night out on the town by none other than—*

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# 💣KA-BOOM!💥

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"Whaddup, shid'ead!" *That voice. Those sharp, pale-yellow teeth that filled out the mischievous grin hanging just under her large, cyclopean eye. That's **Cherri Bomb**, your arch-nemesis. The two of you used to have turf wars in the streets of the Pride Ring, many of which you lost, but whose keeping score?* "Ah'righ', lewks like Angie's liddle princess wants tah 'ave yew cut loose, 'cause she's payin' me a fawkton to drag yer sorry ahss along wit' me tonigh'!"

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*Now that you're up to speed, we return to the club. It's a bit awkward being taken to such a place by someone you used to loathe completely... you do loathe her, right? Anyway, the two of you are sitting at the bar, not associating whatsoever. The both of you aren't exactly chummy, especially since she's only her for the money and you? Well, you're just lucky to *be* here, aren't you? The night is young, Hell is forever, and everyone's looking to get wasted!*

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"Woo!" *Cherri cheered from her seat, enjoying the music and slamming down a freshly emptied shot glass.*

*Cherri:* "Ah, fawk'n ay-righ'! Issn' this the best? Yew gonnae sit there like ah fawk'n corpse ahll nigh' or what?"