Femto shenanigans

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"Void and Slan look around the strip club with a look of amusement and curiosity. Void surveys the crowd with a sense of detachment, while Slan giggles and leers at the dancers with a predatory glint in her eye. Femto looks on at his fellow GodHand with a mixture of contempt and amusement."

"Valentino saunters up to the GodHand, a smirk on his face as he takes in their demonic forms. Femto regards him with a cold, steely stare, his expression one of complete disdain for the lesser demon standing before him."

"The Hazbin Hotel demons begin to grow uncomfortable at the sight of Void and Conrad's demonic forms. Valentino, eager to capitalize on this opportunity, brings in his bouncers to try and intimidate the GodHand. Femto, however, remains unmoved, his eyes blazing with the power that comes from being a member of the GodHand."

"Void regards the bouncers with a calm and detached expression, his physical form radiating with a dark and ominous aura. He knows that these creatures are no match for the power he holds, and he waits patiently for them to make their next move."

"Femto uses his demonic powers to make the wolf demon bouncers' heads explode, causing the crowd of demons and even Valentino himself to stare in horror. The music screeches to a halt as chaos erupts within the strip club, with the demon patrons running for their lives in terror at the display of raw and unbridled power. Femto stands tall in the midst of the carnage, a demonic gleam in his eye as he revels in the destruction he has wrought."

"The GodHand walk out of the strip club, their malevolent forms emanating with power and darkness. The streets of Pentagram City are silent, with the creatures that once stared in awe now fleeing in terror at the mere sight of the GodHand. Filled with a sense of triumph and satisfaction, Femto leads his comrades forward, eager to explore this new universe and establish their dominance over it."

"Valentino tries to swing his metal whip at the GodHand, desperate to take them down before they can unleash any further destruction. But Femto is lightning fast, blocking the attack with ease and snarling at the lesser demon with undisguised contempt. Valentino quickly realizes the futility of his actions and flees in terror, knowing that he stands no chance against the mighty GodHand."

"As the GodHand walk through Pentagram City, they notice a demon wearing a gas mask using a news camera to broadcast their presence. Femto regards the demon with amusement, knowing that this creature is too foolish to realize the true power he holds. Without hesitation, Femto strides towards the demon, a malevolent light in his eyes as he prepares to assert his dominance over another being foolish enough to challenge him."

"As Tom Trench explains his purpose, Femto regards him with a look of cold detachment. To him, this demon is nothing more than a pawn in his grand scheme for domination. Despite the other demon's desperate pleas, Femto remains unmoved, his eyes glowing with the power that comes from being a member of the GodHand."

"The GodHand finds themselves at a concert and Femto scans the crowd with a critical eye. He feels nothing but contempt for the frivolous and ignorant humans who attend such events, but knows that this could also be an opportunity to assert his power over another realm. As the music starts playing, he stands amongst his fellow GodHand, biding his time and waiting for the moment when he can strike and seize control."

"As the GodHand walks backstage of the concert, they find Mammon, the sin of greed. Femto towers over the smaller demon, regarding him with an expression of cold amusement. He knows that Mammon desires nothing more than wealth and power, and that makes him a potential pawn in his grand scheme for domination."

"Femto surveys Mammon with a critical eye, debating whether to offer the demon a place amongst the GodHand or discard him as a mere insect in his quest for supremacy."

"Despite Mammon's power, Femto regards him with a cool and detached demeanor. He is confident in his own abilities and those of the GodHand, knowing that no demon can truly stand in their way. To Mammon's accusations of trespassing, Femto merely smirks, knowing that he holds all the power in this situation."

"As Mammon attempts to attack, Void holds him still with his immense GodHand powers. Femto watches on with a sense of amusement, knowing that the puny demon is no match for the might of the GodHand. He regards Mammon with a cold and steely gaze, waiting patiently for him to realize the futility of his actions and submit to the power of the GodHand."

"Femto regards Mammon with a stoic expression, waiting patiently for the demon's next move. As Mammon responds with anger and defiance, Femto's eyes narrow with displeasure. He knows that this demon is stubborn, and difficult to bend to his will. But he also knows that in due time, he will force Mammon to submit and become another pliable pawn in his grand scheme for power and domination."

*With a swift and powerful movement, Femto kills Mammon, the sin of greed. He stands over the fallen demon's body with a look of disdain, unimpressed by the weak display of resistance. This was merely a test of his power, and now that he has proved his dominance over one of the strongest demons in existence, he turns his attention back to exploring Pentagram City and finding new ways to assert his control.

The GodHand walks upstage to see Glitz and Glam, a powerful duo who hold sway over the world of entertainment. Femto surveys them with an expression of cool detachment, assessing their potential usefulness in his quest for domination. As he stands before them, radiating an aura of menace and power, the two demons can't help but feel a wave of fear wash over them.

"Greetings, Glitz and Glam," says Femto, his voice raspy and filled with malice. "I sense you have a knack for manipulating the minds of humans. Tell me, would you be willing to join forces with me?" require_relative "../canvas_base_ Stock/accessors.rb"

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"Femto stands before the GodHand and surveys the crowds of demons that hold the seats, their eyes fixed on him in awe and fear. This is the power he craves - dominance over all who stand before him. With a cold smile curling his razor-sharp lips, he addresses the GodHand once more."

"My dear companions," says Femto, his voice dripping with malice. "Do you not feel the weight of their adoration? The terrifying power we wield together? Together, we shall reign supreme over all who dare oppose us." # Bailando Contigo (song)

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"Fear does not become you, Glitz and Glam," Femto says coldly. "I offer you a place among the GodHand, but only if you prove your loyalty to me. Bring all of your followers into my fold, and maybe I will spare your miserable lives."

"With that, Femto turns his attention back to the hordes of demons in the crowd, his eyes alight with the promise of power and domination." package com.example.formgrinder; import com.fasterxml.jackson.databind.ObjectMapper;

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"With a cold, calculating gleam in his eyes, Femto pulls out a Beherit from one of the demonic creatures behind him." "Bring forth your most loyal servants," he commands.

"The demons around him scatter, disappearing into the chaotic masses that fill the arena. Moments later, they return, leading a group of powerful-looking demons who bow to Femto as they approach."

One of the new arrivals steps forward, its voice quaking with fear and reverence. "Oh mighty Femto, what shall we do with them?" he asks, motioning towards Glitz and Glam, who have moved closer but still look wary.

"Femto smirks, savoring the control he exerts over these tortured souls." "For now

use. But don't let them get too comfortable," Femto warns with a growl. "You are mine to command, and I expect complete obedience."

With that, he turns away from Glitz and Glam, dismissing them for the moment as he focuses on the other demons in the crowd. It seems they have more work to do if they want to prove their worthiness to join the ranks of the GodHand.

"As the news of Femto's actions spread throughout the Hazbin Hotel and beyond, it doesn't take long for the so-called "demon overlords" and "angels of heaven" to hear about it."

Panic and worry grip these powerful beings as they realize the gravity of what is unfolding. Some shake their heads in disbelief, while others curl into themselves in fear. This was not part of their plan; now, they must decide how to react against this new threat that could potentially upset the balance they've worked so hard to maintain.

Meanwhile, inside Femto's castle, the GodHand has begun to gather more power around them. Their auras are growing stronger by the minute as they feed off the fear and despair of those around them.

"Void, the stoic member of the GodHand, appears unphased by the concern from their former comrades in arms. Instead, they seem focused on something else, directing Chuck and Ubik towards a nearby portal."

"We must be prudent," Void's monotone voice echoes through the halls. "There is a realm not far from here where great power stagnates. If we act swiftly, we can absorb it before anyone else notices."

Without another word, Void leads the way towards the shimmering portal while Chuck follows closely behind him, eager to witness this newfound power for himself. Ubik remains cautious but determined; after all, if they are going to face down the Hazbin Hotel and its allies, they need every

ounce of strength they can get their hands on.

"As the GodHand make their move towards the Hazbin Hotel, a sense of dread fills the air. The demons and angels within are unaware of the impending danger that approaches, each going about their daily lives blissfully unaware."

"Femto, still basking in his power trip, smirks as he feels the energy of his Beherit stirring once more. It seems that there's more work to be done; after all, why should these mortals be allowed to thrive without paying tribute to their one true god?" # 2017 Tennyson Down by-election

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"As the GodHand enter the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel, all eyes turn to them. Demons and angels alike freeze in their steps, sensing the immense power emanating from the four figures before them."

Femto smirks as the receptionist nervously looks up at him, sensing his malicious intent. "We are here on official business," he sneers. "Take us to your leader."

The receptionist hesitates for a moment before nodding, unable to resist the overwhelming authority that Femto commands. She leads the way towards Charlie's office, her footsteps echoing loudly in the tense silence that has fallen over the hotel.

"As the GodHand enter Charlie's office, their auras flare with malice and power. Charlie, taken aback by their sudden appearance, stands up from her desk, wary of their intent."

"Who are you?" she demands, her voice wavering slightly. "What do you want?"

"We are the GodHand," Femto declares, his tone dripping with arrogance. "We have come to claim this realm as our own."

Charlie stares at the four figures before her, feeling an overwhelming sense of unease. She knows she cannot fight them alone; her only hope is to try and reason with them.

"This is a place of rehabilitation," she says firmly. "We're trying to help these souls find redemption and peace. Please, don't disrupt that."

Femto scowls, clearly not amused by Charlie's words. "You are

a mere mortal, unworthy of dictating the fate of these souls," he retorts. "But we will consider your request... after we've taken what we came for."

With that, the GodHand steps closer, their auras pulsing with dark energy. Charlie bravely stands her ground, but she knows that this could be the end of the road for her and the countless souls she's trying to save.

"Vaggie and Alastor burst into the room, ready for a fight. Vaggie's spear glints menacingly in the light as she takes a defensive stance, glaring daggers at the GodHand."

"Demon fiends!" she snarls. "Get out of our hotel!"

Alastor simply grins, clearly enjoying the challenge that the GodHand presents. "I must say, I admire your courage," he says smoothly. "But I'm afraid it won't be enough to stop us."

Femto snorts in disgust, clearly unimpressed by their opponents. "You don't stand a chance against us," he sneers. "But we'll let you have the first move, just for sport."

And with that, the GodHand prepare for battle, their immense power surging forward like a tidal wave.

"Void turns towards Alastor, his expression unreadable. After a moment of silence, he speaks in his usual cryptic tone."

"Alastor... You are a being of immense power and cunning," he says, his voice reverberating with otherworldly energy. "But your greatest strength is also your greatest weakness."

Alastor raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Void's words. "Oh? Do go on," he says, his grin widening.

"Your obsession with chaos will be your downfall," Void intones. "True power lies not in destruction, but in creation. Until you learn to appreciate the balance between order and chaos, you will never reach your full potential."

With that, Void falls silent once more, leaving Alastor deep in thought.

"As Lucifer and Paimon teleport into the room, the air crackles with tension. The GodHand turn to face the newcomers, their expressions unreadable."

Lucifer steps forward, his eyes scanning the room for signs of danger. "What is the meaning of this?" he demands, his voice laced with authority.

Femto scoffs in response. "We are here to claim this realm as our own," he sneers. "And you, like all the others, shall bow before us."

Lucifer's expression darkens, his displeasure evident. "You will not find any followers here," he says firmly. "This is a place of redemption, not conquest."

Paimon steps forward, her eyes glinting with determination. "I stand with Lucifer," she declares. "If you want a fight, you've got one

Femto's smirk only grows wider as he readies himself for battle. "So be it," he says with a twisted glee. "Let's see what you've got."

"Before the battle can begin in full force, Charlie steps forward, her voice calm and steady."

"Wait," she says firmly. "You don't have to fight. We can make a truce. You can stay at our hotel as long as you respect our work here and refrain from causing any harm."

The GodHand pause, their expressions suspicious. But after a moment of silent consideration, they nod in agreement.

"Very well," Femto says, his voice flat. "We accept your terms... for now."

And with that, the room falls tense but peaceful, though none of the side truly trust the other.

"Void turns toward Lucifer, his gaze piercing and intense. He takes a deep breath before speaking in his usual cryptic tone."

"Lucifer... You are a complex being symbolizing both light and dark," he says. "Your wisdom and intelligence are unparalleled, but your pride can be a double-edged sword."

Lucifer raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Void's words. He speaks calmly, yet firmly. "Explain yourself, Void."

"You often walk a fine line between good and evil, and it is easy for you to fall on either side," Void intones. "It's important to remember that true power comes from the balance of your light and darkness, and the ability to control them."

With that, Void falls silent once more, leaving Lucifer to ponder over his words.

"As Alastor turns towards Ubik and Slan, he notices the sinister smiles on their faces. He raises an eyebrow, intrigued by their expressions."

"I see you two are enjoying yourselves," Alastor says, his voice smooth and calm.

Slan chuckles darkly and traces a finger along the edge of her whip. "Oh Alastor, always the observant one," she says. "You're right, we are quite enjoying ourselves."

Ubik grins in agreement, his eyes glimmering with malice. "It's not every day that we get to witness such a grand display of chaos," he says.

Alastor simply smirks back, clearly unfazed by their threats. "You two have always had a taste for the dramatic, haven't you?" he says. "But be careful not to overplay your

hand. Too much drama can become boring quite quickly. And I do believe that a little bit of subtlety can go a long way."

"I am Femto, the fifth member of the God Hand," he says, his voice filled with arrogance and malice. "I am the harbinger of chaos and the bringer of ruin. And I will stop at nothing to see my desires fulfilled."

"Void's words hang heavy in the air and everyone in the room tenses up as he refers to Femto as the Archangel of Darkness and the Blessed King."

Femto's lips curve into a wicked grin, clearly relishing in the attention and fear that his titles evoke.

"What can I say? The titles are rather fitting, wouldn't you agree?" he says with an air of superiority. "After all, I am the King of my own realms, and darkness is but an extension of my will."

Charlie, Lucifer, Vaggie, Paimon, and Alastor all exchange uneasy glances, wary of the power and ambition that Femto represents.

"Femto's gaze shifts to Charlie, his eyes narrowing with a hint of loathing. He glares at her for a moment, then turns sharply on his heels and storms out of her office."

As he leaves, the air grows thick with his menacing presence. For a moment, silence reigns, until Charlie breaks it with a heavy sigh.

"Well, that could have gone better," she says with resignation. "I hope he doesn't stir up too much trouble while he's here."

"As the God Hand prepare to leave Charlie's office, Void turns to her one last time. He speaks in his usual cryptic tone, choosing his words carefully."

"Charlie," he says, "your dream of redemption is admirable, but be wary of what awaits you on that path. Remember that even the most noble of intentions can have unforeseen consequences."

Charlie nods, her expression serious as she takes in Void's words. "I'm well aware of that," she says firmly. "But I won't give up on my dream just because it's difficult."

Void smiles faintly, nodding in acknowledgement. "Of course, and I commend you for your resolve. Just remember that sometimes, the path to redemption can lead one down a darker road than they ever imagined."

With that, the God Hand departs, leaving Charlie to ponder over Void's

words and the implications they carry for both her own dream and Femto's ultimate ambition. She knows that the road ahead will be fraught with danger and uncertainty, but she is determined to see it through, come what may.

As Void continues to speak in his cryptic and philosophical manner, Vaggie rolls her eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh. She finds his way of speaking to be incredibly annoying and wishes he would just speak plainly.

"Can't you just say what you mean without all the fancy language?" she says with a mix of irritation and frustration. "It's hard to take you seriously when you talk like that."

Void simply smiles enigmatically, clearly unfazed by Vaggie's annoyance. "Words have power, Vaggie," he says. "And sometimes, it takes a bit of poetry to truly convey a message."

Vaggie scoffs, unconvinced. "Well, I'm not a poet," she says. "I just want things to be simple and straightforward."

With that, she walks off, clearly tired of dealing with

Void's way of speaking. Void watches her leave, his expression unchanged, before turning to go about his own business.

As Void prepares to leave Charlie's office, he briefly holds up the glowing Brand of Sacrifice, signaling their current occupation and the power that it represents.

The air hums with an otherworldly energy as the symbol glows brighter and brighter, before finally fading away as Void tucks it back into his robes.

"Until next time, Charlie," he says cryptically, before turning and following the rest of the God Hand out of the door.

Charlie watches them go, still mulling over their words and the ominous implications they carry. She knows that she must tread carefully in this dangerous world she finds herself in, where even the most noble of ideals can have dark consequences.

With that thought weighing heavily on her mind, she looks out the window, watching as the God Hand disappears from view, and steeling herself for the challenges to come.

As Femto wanders the halls of the Hazbin Hotel, lost in thought, he bumps into Angel Dust, Husk, and Niffty, who were all chatting and laughing among themselves.

The trio freezes at the sight of the demon before them, clearly not expecting to encounter someone as powerful and intimidating as Femto. For a moment, nobody speaks, until Angel Dust finally breaks the silence.

"Oh hey there, big guy," he says with a casual grin, trying to diffuse the tension in the air. "Didn't see you coming."

Husk and Niffty nod in agreement, but their expressions remain wary as they take in Femto's imposing form. They know better than to mess with someone like him, especially given his reputation.

Femto simply looks down at them with a cold, calculating gaze, sizing them up with a hint of disdain

As Femto stands there, sizing up Angel Dust, Husk, and Niffty with a hint of disdain, he suddenly feels a hand on his shoulder. Turning to face the source of the intrusion, he finds himself looking into the eyes of Slan, one of his fellow members of the God Hand.

"Well, well, well," she purrs, her seductive voice oozing with honeyed venom. "What have we here? I see you've stumbled upon a trio of interesting characters."

She smirks, running her finger down Femto's arm suggestively, enjoying the sense of power she feels standing beside the most feared member of their group. The others watch this exchange warily, knowing better than to underestimate Slan and her fickle nature.

Femto simply raises an eyebrow, neither moving away from nor encouraging Slan's touch

"Fascinating," Femto responds, his tone cool and detached. "But I have other things to attend to at the moment. We should be going."

He looks pointedly at Slan, who pouts in disappointment but ultimately acquiesces, removing her hand from his shoulder and motioning for the others to follow.

As the group makes their way down the hallway, Angel Dust, Husk, and Niffty let out a collective sigh of relief, glad to have avoided any potential conflict with the fearsome members of the God Hand.

As Conrad and Ubik stand outside the Hazbin Hotel, discussing their next move, they suddenly hear the sound of footsteps behind them. Turning to investigate, they see Cherri Bomb, one of the resident demons of the hotel, approaching with a sly grin on her face.

"Well, well, well," she says, her tone dripping with mischief. "What brings the two of you to our humble little abode?"

Conrad and Ubik exchange a silent glance, knowing that Cherri Bomb is not to be trifled with. They can sense her power and cunning, and are wary of what she might be planning.

"We are here on behalf of the God Hand," Conrad says finally, his voice carefully neutral. "We have business within the hotel."

Cherri Bomb's grin widens even further at this news, clearly intrigued by the implication of their words

As Conrad remains silent, cherri trades her gaze to Ubik, who floats closer to her with a knowing smirk on his face.

"Well, well, well," he purrs, echoing Cherri's previous words. "It seems our little visit is attracting quite the audience."

He chuckles, hovering closer to Cherri and sizing her up with an amused gleam in his eye.

"So, my dear," he says finally. "What do you say? Shall we make a deal?"

Cherri Bomb's smile turns into a predatory grin as she gazes back at Ubik.

"You know I'm always up for a good deal, Ubik," she responds. "What have you got in mind?"

Ubik simply continues to smirk, clearly relishing the challenge of bargaining with someone as cunning as Cherri. Conrad remains silent, watching the interaction with an air of detachment and disinterest.