Threads in the Static | Act II Fugue (Hazbin Hotel Fanfiction) [AU Lyric Video]

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All of Hell hums at once.
The city’s frequencies overlap—broadcasts, silk, sermons, laughter—until every signal feeds into one impossible song. Threads in the Static is the centerpiece of the “Redemption Broadcast” saga: the collision of four arcs, four moral systems, four kinds of power, all trying to occupy the same wavelength.
Angel runs. His threads are devouring the city. His power is no longer a gift, but a gravitational field.
Charlie searches. Her faith trembles, yet she keeps walking toward the danger, convinced that even monsters deserve mercy.
Vox reforms. He tries to rewrite his own code, glitching between guilt and ambition.
And Alastor… he dances. He conducts it all, pretending control while quietly losing it.
The song unfolds like a stage fugue, each verse a distinct emotional rhythm—panic, conviction, despair, amusement—woven into dissonant counterpoint. The first half spirals between solo moments: Angel’s suffocation, Charlie’s trembling prayer, Vox’s fractured lament, Alastor’s jaunty hunt. Then, as their paths cross in the ruins of the city, their voices merge into chaos.
The overlapping choruses mark the instant of convergence: threads of silk, streams of light, and waves of sound tangling into a single blinding knot. Angel’s neon veins ignite, Charlie’s halo flickers against the static storm, Vox’s circuitry burns, and Alastor hums a tune that might be fear disguised as joy.
No one wins the fugue.
But in its noise, they hear each other.
This chapter ends not with triumph or tragedy, but recognition: every song they’ve sung so far was part of the same score.

Listen if you’ve ever—
• felt your convictions clash with the people you love
• reached for harmony and found only noise
• realized every hero is someone’s villain
• seen chaos reveal the hidden pattern beneath it

🪶 Lore note: Later, demons would whisper that on the night of this broadcast, four frequencies met for exactly 66.6 seconds before the air went silent. Some said they heard laughter. Others swore it was weeping.

🪶 Full Lyrics (Cleaned):

Keep running—don’t stop—don’t think—
The silk won’t end, it’s spilling ink.
It’s eating me alive inside,
No stage, no mask, nowhere to hide.

I saw the fire on every screen,
A friend, a foe—what does it mean?
If I don’t move, my dream will die,
So I’ll go, though I don’t know why.

Channels fail, my image gone,
How did the broadcast go so wrong?
The spider rose, the signal lied,
The contract burns me from inside.

The city hums, the spider flees,
He spins his thread, I walk with ease.
A rival cracked, a screen misplaced,
A princess stalled, a stage well-spaced.

Threads, too many threads, they choke, they bind,
Every step I leave a snare behind.
The neon floods, my veins alight,
It’s not my laugh, it’s not my fight.

I’ll take the risk, though my heart shakes,
I’ll walk through fire for the dream it makes.
If mercy fails, then let it be—
At least I’ll try, redemption’s me.

Glitch on glitch, a stuttering feed,
A broken king on broken knees.
The spider spun, the ratings died,
Now static claws from deep inside.

Ah, such delight, a chase, a tune,
A spider sprinting ‘neath the moon.
A rival cracked, a pawn displaced,
The princess slowed—what perfect taste.

Threads are choking, I can’t breathe—
The web I wove now strangles me—
Prey and predator, bound the same,
Caught in echoes, caught in shame.

I’ll find the truth, I’ll find a way—
Let her stumble where I lay—
Hope and laughter, dark and bright,
Crossed like wires in the night.

It’s eating me alive inside!
If I don’t move, my dream will die!
The contract burns me from within!
The real performance can begin!

Better to hide, don’t let them see—
Every channel costs a fee.
Redemption lives where hearts belong—
And ends with me, a jaunty song.

I’m not Val, I’m not his chain!
Hope remains through all the pain!
Rerun, rewrite, the feed replays—
I’ll catch them all in my cabaret.

No laughter left, just burning thread—
I’ll hold the hope where mercy bled.
Two broken truths, a fragile plea,
He runs from self, I run to see.

Static claws, my voice not mine—
How sweet to sign along the line.
A king undone, a rival near—
The broadcast laughs, the end is clear.

Better to hide than let them see me break!
Every channel has a price to pay!
Redemption starts with me—!
And ends with me, someday!

Panting, silence, silk undone…
But what if I’m wrong?
Rerun… rewrite… re… run…
The smile remains, the show goes on.

🕯️ Credits:
All music, lyrics, and visuals by Seraphina Stardust and The School of Echoes.

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