#to think even vaggie would be smiling that alastor came back?? wow

[alexiethymia]

I have a lot of thoughts.

Ok so I loved it. It was cheesy but I do love the entire hotel’s dynamic. They’re such a messed up found family. It was sweet as hell (pun intended) that they all stayed for Charlie and their home (gosh darn it, the hotel’s become home for them)!

The duet between Chaggie was adorable.

BUT BUT the last two episodes only cemented my intrigue with Charlastor. I do love fanon Charlastor.

But their canon dynamic on its own is so interesting. Like it doesn’t have to be romantic.

It’s in the way he didn’t immediately deal for her soul and yet we just know the deal is going to be heartbreaking.

It’s in the way despite his touch-aversion he is STILL so touchy with her. Like I always thought that it was power play, and to some extent it still is. But he already got the deal he wanted from her, and yet he still caresses her hair, pinches her cheeks, loops her arm around his in some parody of a gentleman’s hold?? (So so touchy, and it even seems different in the past that it seems almost friendly. It was weirdly adorable how proud he was in showing off Cannibal Town to Charlie). Sure it may be manufactured, but part of me thinks that part of it is unconscious because he displays a level of comfort with her similar to what he displays with Rosie, with his friends in other words. He’s called her ‘charming’ twice now!

It’s in the way that despite that Charlie has always been the underdog and mocked, in his own sadistic way, he HAS always believed in her (even as he still thinks it’s all for his own amusement). Even if he’s only using her there’s something to be said that he’s always believed her side was the winning side. He parallels Vaggie in that way I think. He seems proud of her (like seriously I wouldn’t expect him to actually smile sincerely with Charlie’s heartfelt declaration of love for all of them - him of all sinners!) AND here’s the thing, I could easily believe he thinks he will leave everyone high and dry if it’s a choice between him or them. He’s in it for himself after all. But when he sings about seeing and polishing Charlie’s potential, yeah it’s definitely villainous, but it’s striking that whatever mysterious endgame he has in the future still seems to include her.

And the most striking thing for me! We now know that his staff is his weakness, possibly a large source of his power. AND what this heartless sinner who trusts no one hands it over to Charlie?? Twice? He literally puts his weakness in her hands? It shows that (despite not admitting to it) he trusts in Charlie’s inherent goodness that she won’t take advantage of his vulnerability, because for some reason I don’t see him doing that with anyone else.

Charlie and Alastor are foils. Their dynamic forms a crucial part of the show. Absolute goodness versus absolute evil is boring. Alastor’s villainous breakdown is prepping the audience for a heartbreaking betrayal. But again it would be a boring development to watch if Alastor was his usual smug and evil self through it all. For it to have weight, Alastor also has to go through inner turmoil as well. Corrupt the cutie is a favorite trope for a reason. But who’s corrupting who? From Alastor’s breakdown, it’s clear he’s not as in control of everything anymore. I love love Alastor’s unwilling, conflicting, growing attachment to the hotel (which is best shown through his relationship with Charlie, though I would hope he develops his relationships with the other hotel residents too).

And it would be so interesting (and satisfying! and heartbreaking) if Charlie ends up playing Alastor at his own game. If Charlie is the one factor that Alastor doesn’t see coming because he (shock!) actually DOES trust her. In other words, in the same way Charlie (and the hotel) is influencing Alastor to become softer (and in his view, weak), what if Charlie does end up being influenced enough by Alastor’s mentoring that she ends up becoming all the more ruthless. Because I can see a scenario where Charlie ends up ‘betraying’ Alastor for what she deems a justified reason. Alastor’s ruthlessness with the self-righteousness of an angel? Whoo boy. There would be so many layers of dramatic irony there that Alastor’s plan of corrupting Charlie ends up working so well but it ends up hurting him because she’s the chink that manages to get past that smiling armor.

And compounding this inevitable tragedy is the knowledge that this could have all been avoided. Alastor trusts her, but it seems like it’s not enough or his urge for control still wins out in the end. Because for me there was no need to go through a deal. If it’s Charlie, she wouldn’t abandon Alastor and she’d do everything to help free him if that’s what the deal was for because that’s the only deal I can think of that wouldn’t require Charlie to hurt anyone.

Unless the deal isn’t about that. Unless typical power-hungry Alastor’s goal really is to depose Lucifer and to rule Hell. Because Charlie definitely wouldn’t help in that (unless she was forced to through their deal) but perhaps there’s something only she can do that ends up handing power over to Alastor.

That is to say Chaggie fulfills that itch for stability and a happy ending. Charlastor fulfills that itch for angst and push-and-pull. From the beginning, it’s been a tug of war and a battle of wills between Charlie and Alastor and I’m glad to see that theme has remained in the show. Alastor will be the truest test of Charlie’s belief in redemption. It’s exciting to see who’ll win out. Will Alastor corrupt her first or will Charlie redeem him first?

Like I thought I’d only see this is in fic, but heck I didn’t think we would actually get a group hug with Alastor but wow omg I can’t believe we actually got it in the show proper!

That is to say this long spiel is just to say that the show ended up turning me into a multishipper haha.

#hazbin hotel #charlastor #alastor #charlie morningstar #chaggie #don’t come @me pls #like I said I don’t need it to be romantic #but ever since the pilot I’ve been excited for the canon charlastor dynamic #and the show sure didn’t disappoint! #everything that intrigued me about it at first was still there #and got better! #vaggie #to think even vaggie would be smiling that alastor came back?? wow

[charliesradiodemon]

Pwease pwease pwease do 15 passionately 💗💗charlastor , fat nuggets need it

(I was inspired by a couple of comics that are similar to this fic. For the sake of the fic making sense, Charlie never dated Vaggie and is single here.

Also don’t worry! I’m still working on Arranged Marriage! I’m just also working on many other things! You’ll be seeing an update soon! For now I’m bum rushing for Charlastor week!

Happy Valentine’s Day my friends ❤️❤️)

15. Passionate Kiss

It was Valentine’s Day, a holiday that humans came up with and celebrate once a year on Earth. It was a day of love and cherishing your significant others. Some even used the day to confess their love to another. Charlie remembered when she first heard of Valentine’s Day and only sighed at how sweet and romantic it sounded. But she never had anyone to celebrate it with. In her last relationship, Harold never wanted to celebrate the holiday in any way. He’d always tease her for wanting to practice “lowly human customs”. And before that, the holiday hadn’t even existed yet.

Today Charlie had a slew of ideas to celebrate the holiday with everyone at the hotel. Today was about love, and what better way to turn around a sinner than with love? And chocolate!

Before Charlie could skip out her door, she paused mid-step. “Oh!” She exclaimed, jumping back in surprise. A large red heart, along with a vase of red roses stood in her way. Had she finished that step, she would have crushed the heart entirely.

Charlie knelt and carefully picked up the glass vase and heart before backing into her room. She set the vase by her bedside and felt a smile creep up once she got a good view of the bouquet. The vase was simply brimming with perfect red roses, but there was no card amongst the densely packed flowers. Who could afford such a thing, Charlie wasn’t quite sure. It could have been from her parents, but they weren’t the biggest fans of Valentine’s Day considering the origins of the holiday. Nevertheless she loved the roses and took a deep whiff of their subtly sweet scent before heading out to find and thank whoever left them.

On her way down, she took a quick glance at the heart. She knew what hearts were and how it was a common symbol used on Valentine’s Day and for love in general, but this thing was different. When she shook it, it rattled. There was something inside, but how was she supposed to open it? Could she even open it?

When she reached the lobby, the giddy princess started her hunt at the bar to ask Husk first. When she got there Angel was already leaning against the bar counter, flirting with Husk so early in the morning.

Charlie skipped up to the bar, greeting both Husk and Angel a happy Valentine’s Day. She set the heart on the bar and slid it toward Husk. “Hey Husk, do you happen to know where this came from?”

Angel’s face lit up when he focused on the heart in front of Charlie. “Ohhhh! Who gave ya Chocolates toots?”

“Chocolates?”

“Aren’t they chocolates? I mean it’s Valentine’s Day, it’s gotta be chocolate.”

Charlie knew that lovers would exchange gifts like chocolate and flowers on Valentine’s Day, but she had no clue that the heart contained chocolate. She didn’t even notice that she could open it!

She turned to Angel, leaving Husk to his morning drinking. She placed her hand over the box and looked up at Angel. “Someone left me this outside my door…”

“Did they leave ya a note?”

“Nope.”

Angel quirked a brow. “Alright… that’s a lil’ creepy… Do ya think it’s safe? Maybe there’s no chocolates in there.” He pointed to the heart-shaped box with a suspicious look in his eye.

Charlie shrugged and looked around the heart until she found a prominent line under what seemed to be the lid of the box. She lifted it by the lid and wiggled it, letting the box slowly separate from the heart-shaped lid.

When the trio looked into the box, sure enough it was full of chocolates. “Oh wow these look pretty expensive,” Angel took one and closely examined the morsel. “Bet they taste expensive too,” He predicted before tossing the whole square into his mouth. “Yep! Damn that’s good!” He exclaimed before reaching over and grabbing four more pieces.

Suddenly, the blonde got between Angel and her gift. “Hey!” Charlie pouted. Little did she know, Husk also picked up a piece and tossed it in his mouth. His face scrunched and he washed the sweetness from his mouth with the beer he’d already been working on.

Angel scoffed and rolled his eyes. “What, you’re gonna eat all that all by yourself?” He returned to lean against the bar and continued, “So expensive chocolates huh? Whoever gave ya that must really have it bad for ya Charlie.”

Charlie felt her face heat up at Angel’s comment.

“I wonder who the sucker is,” he looked around the lobby to find only a few of the patrons sitting around, waiting for breakfast. “Can’t be one of these bozos.” He huffed a laugh and popped another chocolate in his mouth.

Charlie took one of the squares and took a tentative bite. She perked up as the chocolate melted in her mouth, coating her tongue in it’s sweetness. It reminded her of the chocolates her parents would give her when she was younger. She tossed the rest of the delicious chocolate in her mouth and hummed in delight. “You’re right! It’s amazing!”

“I’m glad you think so dear.” A radio backed voice came from behind Charlie. She jumped and whipped around. Expectedly it was Alastor who stood fairly close to her with a satisfied grin on his face.

“Wait Al, this was you?” Charlie greeted the radio demon with a wide appreciative smile.

He nodded proudly. “Yes it was! I made it was only the best of the best!”

“The roses too?”

“Why of course! No-“

Angel gasped and yelled, “Woah woah woah! Roses?! Holy shit Romeo I didn’t know you were some kinda romantic!” The group eating breakfast turned their attention toward the commotion.

“Angel, it would be in your best interest if you would keep your mouth shut before I take it away.” He said in a crackling, eerie distorted voice. The air around the bar became increasingly thick with tension. Angel retracted back in fear while everyone at the breakfast table watched with interest, as if they were hoping the radio demon would make good on his promise.

Charlie slid the box between her and Alastor to grab his attention before the situation escalated. “Hey Al, why don’t you try one?” Immediately the heavy tension dissipated at the sound of her voice and Alastor returned his full attention to Charlie.

He chuckled and picked up a piece, casually examining it. “I’m not one for sweets my dear,” he bent forward slightly, holding the chocolate between two clawed fingers. He extended the chocolate right before Charlie’s lips. “I bought these for you, so why not have another and I’ll consider trying one.”

Charlie glanced up at him and then the chocolate. It was an odd deal but it seemed like it was harmless. She shrugged and opened her mouth to let Alastor place the chocolate on her tongue. She shut her mouth and let the chocolate melt over her tongue once more, savoring the flavor.

Alastor admired her face, which lit up with pure joy. Her smile never failed to set his heart on fire and inspire contentment at the same time. Today was the perfect day to show her exactly what she meant to him and when he continued to execute his flawless plan, she would be his by the end of the day.

But then his eyes drifted down to her closed mouth and watched it move with her swirling tongue. Though he didn’t enjoy sweets, his curiosity began taking over. Then his imagination. Then his hands and feet. Unknowingly, he moved closer and used his right hand to tip her chin up. He met her snapped open eyes before meeting her black lips.

He didn’t realize it either when his tongue forced its way into Charlie’s mouth. The dulled down sweetness of the chocolate on her tongue made the flavor bearable enough for him. It was good, even. Though he wasn’t sure if it was because of the high of the moment or the chocolate itself at this point. It was then he discovered that Charlie was kissing him back, her tongue moving with his and further amplifying the sweetness of the kiss.

Realizing what he’d done, Alastor pulled away. He never took his eyes off of her, not wanting to see the faces of the individuals around him. Usually he’d revel in the attention, but now he just exposed a soft side to him no one had ever seen before. He’d have to kill them all- no, that would upset Charlie.

Oh Charlie…

This wasn’t how the day was supposed to go. He’d inadvertently ruined all of his plans to whisk the princess off her feet and now he stood there like a fool. He needed to leave. He summoned his cane and tapped the floor, melting into a shadow that frantically slithered up the stairs.

The room was dead quiet. Charlie looked around to find all eyes on her. Even Angel Dusk was wide eyed and slack jawed in shock. Truly nobody expected that from Alastor, not even Charlie. She turned back around to hide her burning red face. He kissed her, and she kissed him back! Then another realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Today was Valentine’s Day and he gave her presents… and kissed her! Did he really feel that way toward her?

She needed to find him. She’d never find out if she didn’t ask. He went up the stairs so he must have retreated back to his room.

Without another word, Charlie slammed the lid on the chocolate box and sprint up the stairs with it in her arms.

‘He likes me! He really likes me!’ Charlie thought giddily, letting her emotional high carry her up the stairs.

Ever since she met him, she was drawn to his charm, his personality, his voice, his dancing- everything about him. Sure he wasn’t the kindest or most gentle mortal soul out there, but she’d always smile with him around. He was dangerous, Vaggie would always warn her, but Charlie didn’t care. No matter how bad the rumors about him were, she’d look past them and got to know him better. He could cook, he loved his mother and he’d always find ways to cheer her up in his own strange way. To her, he was human: flawed and full of his own unique personality. He was still a monster who committed atrocities, but Charlie still couldn’t help the aching in her heart. It was strange, but the heart wants what it wants.

When she realized her feelings, she immediately feared rejection. It was difficult to be around him at first, but over time it got much easier and she’d managed to push her feelings aside. After all, she didn’t want to scare her professional business partner away.

But now that was all coming to an end. She needed to talk to him and work this out.

Charlie knocked on his door and called out his name. When he didn’t answer, she tried the door knob. Surprisingly it was unlocked and when Charlie slipped into his room, she found Alastor sitting on the edge of his bed, staring blankly out the window with his signature smile.

When she approached, he snapped his gaze toward her. They stared each other down for a few moments. “Al, we need to talk.”

Alastor nodded and patted the bed beside him to which Charlie obliged. They now sat shoulder-to-shoulder in silence. It should have been awkward, but for some reason it felt comfortable. It almost felt natural. Charlie could feel him slowly relax beside her. He was calming down and Charlie smiled knowing that he was getting comfortable around her. Feeling brave, Charlie placed her hand to rest it on top of the hand that sat tensely on his knee. He flinched, but didn’t move away. Instead he shifted his hand to where he held her fingers in a gentle grasp. He even began to run his thumb over her knuckles.

When Charlie looked up at his reaction, he wasn’t looking at her. Instead, his gaze shifted down to their joined hands. His grey cheeks held a hint of red. His closed-lipped smile was soft and content. He greatly disliked being touched and yet here he was, being touched by her and looking completely at ease.

They didn’t need to speak after all. Their actions spoke a thousand words and they understood what the other wanted. This was new to them, but their interactions have never felt so natural and so sure. Charlie sighed and let her head fall to rest on Alastor’s shoulder. He jumped a bit, still not used to contact, but let his head fall to rest on top of Charlie’s head, relishing in the warmth that blossomed in his chest because of her.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Al.”

#something cheesy n cute for valentine’s day #also sorry for slacking on the kiss asks but this one was perfect for valentines day huehue #charlastor #charlastor fic #im still working on them i have a few left #i might add more to this fic for the ao3 release

[bleachanimefan1]

Oblitus Part 20 Jailhouse Rock

57 Days Left Until Extermination...

The sound of clocks ticking echoed in the dark hallways until It struck midnight. Bong! Bong! Bong! The loud ring sounded out continuously twelve times. Anna rolled in her bed, restless, trying to sleep. But, she couldn't, she tried counting until reached up to 300, it didn't work. She tried thinking of various of songs trying to lull herself to sleep, but It only made her more wide awake. Anna groaned as she pulled the pillow, covering her face. Slowly, she felt her eyes began to drop, feeling heavy until they closed.

However, as soon as Anna was about to go to sleep, a loud strange sound ringed in her ears. Her eyes shot open immediately awaken her.  Anna rolled on her side using her pillow to cover her ears. But, the sound only got even louder as music continued to play. Anna growled, sitting up in the bed. She crawled out and walked towards the door leaving her room. Her footsteps echoed as she walked down the hallway heading towards the source, where the music was coming from. 

"It sounds like someone stepping on a lot of cats," She murmured, irritated. All she wanted as to have a good night's rest. Soon, she stopped in front of a door, Alastor's room. She frowned. Of course, it had to be him. She knocked, nothing. She knocked harder, but it was covered up over the music. Anna opened the door, walking in. As she stepped into Alastor's room, heading deeper inside the swamp, following the sound where the music was coming from. As she got closer, it sounded like someone was screaming and howling in agony. Then she saw someone within the distance. 

Anna stopped staring in blank silence, seeing that it was the radio demon. He was sitting in a small rolling chair in front of a strange instrument as furbies were lined up in rows. 

"Alastor, what is that thing?" Anna asked. Alastor turned around seeing Anna standing behind him. He grinned wickedly.

 "Oh hello, my dear!" He called out to her.  "This is my furby organ."

"Well, could you keep it down?" Anna said. "Some of us are trying to sleep. I have to have some energy for Angel's intervention, tomorrow. You know how he is."

"Don't you mean morning?" Alastor smiled.

"See, I'm too tired to think right now," Anna replied. "So, could you please not make any noise until then?"

 "Very well," Alastor smirked, darkly.

 Anna yawned as she walked in to the room to find Angel sitting in the chair, leaning back in it as he filed his nails. He looked up hearing her come in. Angel's eyes widen seeing the state that Anna was in. Her eyes had dark bags underneath them and were bloodshot. Also, her hair was a mess with knots and tangles.

She did not get any sleep at all. Every time she tried to, somehow her door would open on it's own, creaking at it did then slamming shut. The faucet in her bathroom would continuously drip or run every time when she tried to turn off, annoying her. And every time she tried to lay back down on the bed her pillow would be in a different spot or her blankets would be tossed across the room.

"Wow, dollface, you look like shit!" Angel laughed, leaning back in his chair, pointing at Anna. "You didn't get enough beauty sleep last night?" Anna frowned as she stared tiredly at the spider demon. She walked over to the chair and sat down.

"Thanks, Angel," she dead panned. "Every girl loves to hear that."

"I couldn't get any sleep last night," she said. "No matter how hard I tried." 

"So, are we going to fucking do this or what?" Angel said, leaning in his chair. "Me and Cherri, we are thinking about hitting a few clubs after this." Anna looked up from her notebook, glancing at Angel.

"Okay, Angel, I'm gonna have to tell you to tone it a bit down with the language," she said. "Only way to help with the healing process." Angel rolled his eyes.

"So, what? I can't curse, is that what you're saying?" he asked with crossed arms. "I hate to break it to ya, toots, because that's apart of who I am!"

"No, you can curse, just not to an extreme,"  Anna answered.

"Fine," the spider demon shrugged his shoulders. "Whateva you say, bitch!" Anna laughed nervously. This was going to be a very long process.

"Okay, Angel, tell me about your past," she asked. "What did you do?"

"I'm from a crime family," Angel started but paused for a second. "Let me put in words so your little brain can understand." Anna frowned, insulted, as the spider demon smugly smirked and continued. "It's like the mob or mafia, we hunt and take down traitors or deal breakers who want to upstage us or have more power or money."

"I take it that you probably known THE Al Capone?" Anna pondered.

"I didn't know him, personally." Angel said. "But, my old man did. He was the one who iced him." Anna's eyes widen in shock.  

"So, are you close with your family?" she asked. Angel flashed a glare.

"What's this bullshit?"

"Language," Anna said. She wrote in the notebook. "I'm gonna mark it down as a maybe."

 "You're dead wrong, doll face," Angel growled. "My family doesn't give two shits about me. They left me to die." Anna's eyes widen.

 "There must have been someone you cared about? Brother or sister?" She questioned.

 "My father, along with my older brother, said that I was an embarrassment and a disgrace to the family."

 "What do you mean?" Anna asked.

 "Have you seen me?" Angel answered, gesturing to himself. "Back then, I would've been locked up in the nut house if people saw how I was dressed or my seductive actions towards other men."

 "What about your mother?" Anna pressed. Angel sighed.

 "Don't remember her. She died when me and my twin sis was born." Anna raised on eye brow in interest. Angel has a twin? 

 "You have a twin?" She asked. Angel nodded, smiling.

 "Yes, molls and I were together through everything. From pissing my dad and brother off, on purpose, and taking out other mafia families."

"You said that they left you to die, what happened?" Anna asked.

 Angel frowned, looking down. "I just wanted to take a high, to get away from everything, to be free from it all." He continued. "But, instead, I accidentally took a little bit too much and overdosed on Angel dust. I remember feeling my heart beating fast, like it was going to burst out, and my chest burning. My entire body went completely numb and I couldn't move. I tried to call for help, but nobody came. Then I remember darkness as it overcame me, and the next thing I knew, I wound up here." Anna stared at Angel in silence trying to process everything that he said. What can she say? What could anyone say after hearing that?

"Angel, I'm sorry,-" 

"I don't need your damn pity, bitch!" Angel snapped. "No one else did and certainly not my family as well. It's bad enough those two bastards are down here with me!" Anna's eyes widen.

"Wait, you mean your father and brother are down here with you, too?!" She exclaimed.

"Serves those two piece of shits right!" Angel snickered. "I almost broke down laughing as soon as I found out that they were here as well."

"What about your sister?" Anna asked. Angel stopped.

"I don't know..." He answered. 

"Do you ever get in touch with your father and brother?" Anna asked.

"Oh hell no!" Angel shouted.

"Angel, I really think that you should," Anna said. "I think that there's a reason that they're here too. The key is forgiveness..." she paused as she trailed off. Her eyes widened in realization. "Oh my god!"

"That's it!" She exclaimed. Angel nearly fell out of his seat, startled.

"What's it?" The spider demon asked. "Your really freaking out right now and its starting to freak me out, toots."

"Forgiveness!" Anna answered. "That's the answer to redemption! It's hard to forgive yourself but it's harder to forgive others. Sometimes your actions have consequences!"

"You need to talk to your father and brother,"

Angel scoffed. "And say what? I forgive you guys for treating me like a piece of shit all the time?" He replied, sarcastically. Anna cringed. "That's not exactly what I meant, Angel. You don't have to do it right away, only when you're ready." The spider demon continued, ignoring her. "Or how about, I'm sorry I committed suicide and got myself killed and caused you guys a lot of trouble!" 

Suddenly, Angel hissed as he felt a searing burning pain his right eye. "Ah! Damn it!" He shouted, rubbing it.

"What's wrong?" Anna asked.

"It's just my eye," Angel growled. "must've gotten something in it! Shit!" Anna stood up walking over to him.

"Don't run it, you'll make it worse," she said, removing Angel's hand from his face. "Let me take a look."

Angel slowly opened his left eye. Anna's eyes widen in shock. Instead, of a black sclera it was white the same as his right eye, but something was different. Instead, of pink iris it was light blue. 

"Angel, y-your eye, it's back to normal!" Anna exclaimed.

"Huh, well what do ya know?" Angel chuckled. "I guess your right."

"I've got to tell Charlie and Vaggie! They have to know!" Anna shouted, ecstatic. She quickly kissed Angel on the cheek before he was able to do anything. She quickly opened the door and ran out but also accidentally bumped into Alastor as she did. 

"Where we are you off to in such a hurry, darling?" Alastor asked.

"No time to talk," Anna replied, stepping around him, and ran off. "I have to find Charlie!" Alastor watched as she ran off and Angel came up to him, leaning against the door. Alastor glanced over at him and froze seeing the spider demon's eye returned to normal. 

"Is there a problem Smiles or are you just happy to see me?" Angel smirked.

"No, everything's fine and dandy, Angel!" Alastor replied with a strained smile. In reality, he was furious. He had instructed his shadows so that Anna could not get any rest so that she would be exhausted to do the intervention. But, somehow it failed. 

"Did I forget to mention that Anna kissed me?"

Alastor's eyes widen and he quickly turned his head at Angel, his neck cracking as he did. Of all the things he was thinking of doing to the spider demon, Angel would have been dead from where he stood.

"You don't say?" Alastor muttered under his breath in a dark tone. "I'm...very...happy for you!"

Angel smirked pointing his finger at the radio demon. "Do I detect a hint of jealously?" Alastor's eyes widened and he turned his head to the side.

"What? No!" he replied. He walked away, growling. "You're imagining things."

#hazbin hotel #charlie hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor #angeldust #fanfiction #hazbin hotel oc #angel dust hazbin hotel #furby

[snarkybluechristian]

Hazbin Hotel: Yandere Alastor x Vaggie Chapter 49

The group made their way up the stairs and walked through the hallways until they reached Cherri’s room.

“Here, we are,” Doctor Red said with a smile as he opened the door.  

To Cherri and Angel’s surprise, the room was fully furnished with a proper bed.  The bed was a king-sized bed with white blankets and dark wood paneling with matching bedside tables with lamps and an alarm clock on one side.  The bookshelf with books and the vanity on the right side of the room and the wardrobe on the left side of the room next to the bathroom and the floor were made up of the same wood.  The wood and technicolor books were the only thing bringing color to the room and its white walls beside the light coming in from the windows of course.

“Surprise!” Doctor Red exclaimed cheerfully.

Cherri blinked in surprise and muttered, “Um…wow…You got this together quickly.”

“I hope you two like it,” Arackniss replied coldly.  “The maid cleaned the floor and the bathroom while we were downstairs.  Then when we came upstairs, we moved all the new furniture and everything else in.  It would have taken longer if it weren’t for the doctor’s muscles.”

“I appreciate it, fellas,” Angel said kindly.  “This room is very spacious and nice.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Doctor Red said, gently placing his hands on Angel and Cherri’s backs and pushing them into the room.  “You two can spend private time together in here.”

“Sure thing, doc man,” Cherri said as she and Angel entered the room.

“Have fun in there,” Arackniss said dryly.  “We’ll see ya later for lunch.”

“We’re going to talk to your father about your progress,” Doctor Red proclaimed happily.  “He said earlier that if you are good he’ll let you and your lady friend walk in the garden, Anthony.”

Angel paused in surprise for a moment.  

Then Angel shyly smiled and said, “That would be pretty swell, doctor.”

“Good,” Doctor Red said cheerfully shutting the door and locking it.  “If you need anything before lunch, just holler and let us know.  See you later, Anthony and Cherri!”

Then without another word, the good doctor left with Arackniss once again following on his heels.

“I’m so sick of being locked up, Angie,” Cherri said as soon as the two had walked away.

Angel didn’t respond but looked around at the corners of the ceiling.  

“Angie?” Cherri asked in confusion.  “What are you…?”

Angel turned to Cherri and placed a finger on his lips before he got on his knees to look under the bed.  

Cherri quickly caught on to what he was doing and searched the room with Angel to check for any listening devices or video cameras.  

To their mutual astonishment, there were no video cameras or listening devices anywhere in the bedroom or bathroom.

Angel sighed in relief, fell backwards onto the bed, and said, “I’m sick of being locked in rooms, too.  I’ve been locked in rooms for over a fucking week.”

“That sucks,” Cherri said, lying down next to him on the bed.  

“Tell me about it,” Angel said, annoyedly taking off his gray shirt and tossing it on the floor.  “I’m sick of locked rooms, restraints, punishments, and this goddamn uniform.”

“At least, the accommodations are nicer,” Cherri said, sitting up on the bed and suddenly perking up as she noticed the wardrobe by the corner of the wall.  “Hey, did they get me new clothes?”

Angel sat up and leaned lazily on the bottom board at the foot of the bed.  

“I wouldn’t put it past them,” Angel said.  “Let’s see what they got ya.”

Cherri hopped off the bed, ambled over to the wardrobe, and opened the doors.  

“Woah,” Cherri said with a chuckle.  

“What did they get ya?” Angel asked, getting up off the bed and making his way to the wardrobe.  

The wardrobe was stuffed with dresses and other outfits that were fitted to her thin and nimble frame.

“I’ll be damned,” Angel said, picking out a blue dress and looking it over.  “They really went all out for ya.  These dresses are all in your size, too.”

“How do ya think they managed that?” Cherri asked.  “Oh, God.  Do you think they measured me in my sleep?”

“I wouldn’t put it past them,” Angel said with a sigh.

Cherri visibly shuddered in disgust.

Angel smiled warmly, put a hand on her shoulder, and said, “Don’t worry about it, babe.  I won’t let them touch ya again.  Okay?”

“Okay,” Cherri replied.  “But I’m blowing up these bastards as soon as I get the chance.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.  Now, you wanna try on these dresses with me?” Angel asked with a toothy grin.  “There’s ain’t much else to do.”

Cherri chuckled out loud and said, “Sure, Angie.”

Angel posed dramatically in the middle of the room and said, “Let’s get to it.  I’ll take all the dresses you don’t like.”

Cherri snorted and laughed heartily as she took the dress Angel was holding and began to undress.

“Are you sure about that, Angie?” Cherri teased.  “I don’t think the good doctor would like to see you all dressed up in such immodest and effeminate clothing.”

“He’d have to catch me in the dress first,” Angel retorted.  “They don’t have any cameras to catch me.”

“Alright, Angie,” Cherri said, tossing an older looking dress towards Angel.

“Oh, baby,” Angel exclaimed as he looked at the black and white dress plaid dress in front of him.  “This one is from my time.  They really dug deep to find this one.”

“How generous of them,” Cherri said sarcastically, pulling the blue dress over her body and looking into a mirror on the wardrobe door.  “Hey, this one doesn’t look bad.  What do you think, Angie?”

Angel had pulled off his loafers and slacks so that he was in his boxers and pulled the dress over his thin body.

Angel looked over to Cherri, whistled, and said, “You look hot, babe.  That is good luck for ya.  What do ya think of mine?”

Cherri snorted and said, “You look like my mother.  That thing is ancient.”

Angel and Cherri laughed together and continued trying on more dresses.

Before long, several hours had passed with them laughing and trying on dresses to keep themselves entertained.  They almost forgot where they were until they heard a familiar voice knocking at their door.

“Hello?” Doctor Red called out from the other side of the door.  “I’ve come by to bring you lunch and check on your progress.”

Angel and Cherri looked at each other fearfully.  Cherri was wearing a dress.  So was Angel.

“Shit,” Cherri whispered as they both heard Doctor Red fiddling with the door’s lock.

Without a moment to spare, Angel threw off his dress, grabbed Cherri’s wrist, dashed to the bed, pulled her on top of him, and whispered, “Play it off.”

“Okay,” Cherri whispered back.  

Doctor Red opened the door widely, pushed a cart of sandwiches and water bottles in front of him into the room, and looked up to see Angel laying on the bed with Cherri on top of his chest.

“Oh, my…” Doctor Red said in a surprise.

Angel looked back at Doctor Red, looked at Cherri, gasped in surprise, and started in a pretend fluster, “I…uh…I mean, uh, we…”

“We weren’t expecting you, doc,” Cherri said.  

“Oh, my apologies!” Doctor Red said apologetically backing away towards the door.  “I didn’t mean to interrupt you!”

Angel snatched a blanket at the end of the bed, threw it over himself and Cherri, and said shyly, “We were just messing around, doctor!  Nothing major!”

“Don’t worry about it, Anthony!” Doctor Red said exiting the room and slowly shutting the door.  “I won’t interrupt you two again until dinner!  Enjoy your lunch!”

Doctor Red quickly shut and locked the door.  Angel and Cherri heard him rushing down the hall to tell everyone what he saw.

Once they were sure he was gone, the pair breathed a collective sigh of relief.  

Cherri sat up in the orange dress she was wearing and wrapped the blanket around her body as she crawled across the bed to reach the cart of food on the other side.  

“That was too close, Angie,” Cherri said as she hopped off the bed and reached the cart of food.  

“I’ll say,” Angel said, crawling over to the other side of the bed to join Cherri.  “He caught us off guard.  We can’t let that happen again.”

“Agreed,” Cherri said, scooting over to make room for Angel.  “You’d think we’d have heard footsteps or something.  I mean, he’s literally made of stone.”

“We must have been too caught up in trying on dresses,” Angel said as he sat down next to Cherri and grabbed his sandwich.  “We forgot to keep an ear out.”

“Yeah,” Cherri said, grabbing her sandwich and following suit.  “I hate being a prisoner, Angie.”

“Tell me about it,” Angel said, eyeing his sandwich.  “At least these wardens feed us.  Alastor starved me out and only gave me smoothies.”

“That sucks,” Cherri replied before biting into her sandwich.  

“Yeah,” Angel replied as a shudder went through his spine.  “I don’t even want to think about what Alastor’s putting Vaggie through right now or about what Lucifer’s putting Charlie through.”

Cherri put a hand on Angel’s shoulder and said, “Hey, Angie.  Don’t worry.  We’ll get outta here to save your gal pals soon.”

“I know,” Angel said with a sigh.  “I just wish we could bust out sooner.”

“Well, we’re gonna get a chance to walk in the garden tonight, right?” Cherri said, gesturing with her sandwich for emphasis.  “We just have to wait for the doctor and your family to let us take our private little romantic stroll and hop the fence as soon as their backs are turned.  Easy peasy.”

“I doubt it’ll be that easy, Cher,” Angel said, taking another bite of his sandwich.

“Sure, it’ll be, especially with my bombs to fight them back!” Cherri exclaimed confidently as ever.

Angel swallowed his bite and said, “That’s just it, Cherri.  They’re going to expect us to do something like that, and they have all day to prepare for it.  My Dad and my brother are probably setting up something right now to make sure we can’t escape in case we try to make a break for it.”

“You and I can deal with that easily,” Cherri quipped.

“No, we won’t,” Angel said sternly.  “My Dad and brother ain’t morons like Sir Pentious.  Back in my day in New York City, they were revered among the men of my tradition as being some of the toughest, ruthless, and most cunning there was.  Made men of La Cosa Nostra never dared to cross each other, but they took extra care to never cross my Dad and brother.  The pair of them were known as the spiders of New York because they could weave such intricate and clever traps that no one who defied them ever knew they were trapped until it was too late.”

Cherri’s face fell suddenly and sharply as she saw the fear overtake Angel’s face and cause him to shiver right where he sat.

“Angel…” Cherri said letting her sandwich rest on her lap.  “Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” Angel said perking up again.  “The point is, we can’t rely on my Dad or my brother to make a mistake this early on.  We have to wait until they feel confident enough to let us out of their sight.  Once they do, that is when we act.  Understand?”

“Yeah,” Cherri said, reluctantly nodding her head in agreement.  “I just hate waiting.  It’s so boring.”

“I know, doll,” Angel replied.  “But don’t worry.  If everything keeps going this well, that wait shouldn’t be much longer.  Just wait a little longer, okay?”

“Okay,” Cherri said, picking up her sandwich again.  “But when we get the chance, I’m blowing those fuckers up to Heaven.”

Angel chuckled and said, “I wouldn’t have it any other way, sugar tits.”

The pair shared a smile and remained silent until they finished their lunches.  

Once they had finished their lunches, Angel pushed the cart of food against the wall by the door and asked Cherri, “You want to take a nap, Cher?  I’m feeling kinda tired.”

Cherri shrugged as she kicked off her shoes and socks and replied, “Why not?  It’s not like we have anything better to do.  Besides, this bed is comfortable and nice.”

“Indeed, it is,” Angel said, flicking off the light and climbing back onto the bed before he got an idea in his head.  “Hey, Cherri?  The good doctor will find us like this, right?  So, since he is, how about we make it look like we’re enjoying it?”

“Oh, I getcha,” Cherri said.  “So, what do we do?  You don’t want me to get naked.  Do ya?”

“No, no,” Angel said.  “Nothing like that.  Just take off your pants and that dress you’re wearing.  You can strip down to your underwear if you want.  That should be more than enough if you’re okay with it.  You can find a slip or something in those drawers.  You don’t need to go naked for me.”

Cherri snapped her fingers and said, “I have a better idea!”

Cherri then took off her pants and her shirt and climbed over to the other side of the bed where Angel’s gray uniform shirt was.  She pulled it on and struck a pose.  

“What do ya think?” Cherri asked.  “Lots of girls wear their boyfriend’s shirts.”

Angel smiled and said, “That looks perfect, sugar tits.  Now, let’s get cozy.”

Angel threw off the covers and gestured for Cherri to climb in.  Cherri readily climbed into bed next to Angel on the pillow next to his head.  

Angel shook his head and lifted Cherri up by her armpits.

“Angie, what are you doing?” Cherri asked confusedly.

“It’s been a long time since you’ve shared a bed with a man,” Angel said with a chuckle.

“What are you talking about?” Cherri protested.  “Why are you manhandling me, Angie?”

“You ain’t sleeping with me like you’re madly in love with me,” Angel replied.  

Cherri scoffed and said, “There’s a wrong way to do it?”

“Clearly, I’m dealing with a novice,” Angel sighed jokingly. “Here, let the expert show you how it’s done, babe.  It’s all about the presentation.”

Angel pulled Cherri on top of him and laid her down so that her head was resting on top of his chest fluff and said, “You need to rest your head there on my chest just like that with your arms lying on top or wrapped around my torso like I’m a giant body pillow.  Then I wrap my arms around your back like this…”

Angel wrapped his two pairs of arms around Cherri’s back and held her against his chest and continued, “…and I hold you against me, close to my heart, so that you feel warm, protected, and most importantly, loved.  I might even stroke your back to give you that bit of extra comfort to really sell the scene.”

“Oh, my God,” Cherri said, settling herself comfortably against Angel’s chest.  “You really are an expert at this.  And I thought you were gay.”

“Eh, I prefer men, but I can service either gender,” Angel said, settling his head against the pillow.  “Although to be honest, I have been growing to like snuggling with women a lot more these past few weeks.”

“Oh, really now?” Cherri asked.

“Yeah,” Angel said, rubbing Cherri’s back and prompting her to relax into Angel’s chest even more.  “Women are soft and warm.  I still prefer fucking men, but ladies ain’t so bad if you’re lookin’ for a snuggle buddy.”

“Be careful,” Cherri said before letting out a massive yawn.  “You might be turning bi.”

Angel chuckled to himself as he sat up quickly to pull the blankets over himself and Cherri.  Angel settled back into bed and Cherri moaned pleasantly as she buried her face back into Angel’s fluff.

The two laid like that and quickly drifted off to sleep.

#hazbinhotel #fanfiction

[kathyprior4200]

Hidden Hazbin Sins

NOT FOR KIDS! NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED.

For many of the residents in Hell, it was an average day of chaos, murder, sex, drugs, and drama. Poverty-stricken demons smuggled food from dumpsters while others snuck into darkened stores. More disturbingly, other demons even resorted to cannibalism on unlucky citizens who had been killed in gang fights, run over, or stabbed to death by Exterminator harpoons.

The Happy (Hazbin) Hotel seemed to be running fairly smoothly with the addition of the clean-freak cyclops demon Niffty and even the indifferent gambling alcoholic Husk. Charlie, the blond-haired demon princess, stood outside wearing a red bellhop uniform complete with gold buttons, gold threads hanging around the brim of her small red hat and a ruby apple necklace around her neck. Her face was white, eyes yellow, and red blushes were off to the sides of her face. She remembered a week ago when the hotel first opened, cutting a tied up red piece of ribbon with a large pair of scissors, the crowd clapping half-heartedly. Currently, she was holding the door for a line of demons waiting to get in.

“Welcome to the Happy Hotel!” said the princess cheerfully. Razzle and Dazzle were busy lifting up luggage and placing them on a rolling cart to go up into the elevator. Though many of the demons rolled their eyes and snarled at Charlie, she kept up her positive demeanor.

Inside, a banner hung over a front desk with several colorful balloons and streamers off to the sides.

“No more sin, share a big grin!” Charlie recited her motto. “Vaggie will check you in and get you situated at the front desk.”

She mentioned to her moth demon friend, who saw her and blushed with a small smile, blowing her a quick kiss. Vaggie turned to a light blue dragon in the front.

“I have a reservation for a room with a balcony,” the dragon said, his wings folded. He showed her his cell phone in his claw which showed the order he had made online.

Vaggie looked it over and nodded. “Two nights here, room 666, with a cost of…”

Charlie looked over at Vaggie. “They don’t have to pay any souls. This place is free for the first one hundred customers!”

“What?!” Vaggie exclaimed in disbelief. “Why didn’t you tell me that?”

“Because I just came up with it today,” she explained. “If we are to encourage demons to come here to get better, why not make it free for them?”

“Your Dad won’t be happy about that.”

“I know. But it’s my hotel, and I might as well leave a friendly impression.”

“Move it, bitch,” scoffed a green snake-like demon with a pink dress and dark green hair who shoved Charlie aside with her hand. Charlie’s eyes glowed red for a second, but she took a deep breath. Vaggie pointed her harpoon weapon at the snake lady and glared. Heeding her warning, the snake huffed, flipped back her straggly green hair and moved on to her room.

Charlie shrugged, as she continued to hold the door. “It’s a start, right?”

Vaggie sighed and continued with her next customer, a werewolf. “Room 66 is currently occupied. 63 is available if you’d like to stay on that floor.”

Dazzle flew into the room, lifted down one of many old fashioned blood-stained key and placed it on the desk.

Vaggie handed the key to the brown furry demon. “The bar is over down the hall to your left. Charlie’s Fun and Games event will start at 7:00pm in the dance room. Ring your room bell and Niffty will fetch you breakfast in the morning. If you have any questions, just ask me or Charlie.”

“I have a question,” said a familiar sounding voice as the werewolf left for his room. The white spider demon Angel Dust strutted up to the desk, with his usual white and pink striped outfit on and pink gloves on four of his hands.

“One second,” Vaggie said. She turned to him. “What, Angel?” Vaggie deadpanned.

“Do you know where the drug vending machine is here? I want some Angel Dust and I’m getting tired of those purple popsies to be honest.”

“What’s in a name!” someone commented from in the line.

Vaggie crossed her arms. “No drugs are allowed here. It’s problematic enough that alcohol is being served here. We don’t need any more of your ideas. I’m busy here!”

Angel continued, “What we also need is a stage with new poles for dancing on. Italian electro music, and a secret strip club in the basement! Man, that’d be the shit!”

A black dinosaur-like demon growled at Angel. “Go fuck yourself, slut.”

Angel just grinned widely. “Only if you watch me, hot stuff.”

“Get out!” Vaggie bellowed, pointing toward the door.

“Oh well,” Angel shrugged. “Time to make some moves on Husk. It’s so easy to warm up to him when he’s drunk…”

Angel happily scurried away while Vaggie face-palmed. “Someone kill me a second time,” she muttered out loud.

“Can I do it?” asked the snake demon, who peered out of her room.

“No!” Charlie and Vaggie yelled at the same time, startling the snake who ducked back into her room. Charlie and Vaggie laughed from across the room. Almost losing hold of the door, Charlie grabbed onto the handle again, smiling back at the visitors.

 Later on that evening, the bar was packed full of demons scattered around in every direction. A group of dragons were sitting together, enjoying flaming spirits of liquor that Husk had brought to them. A family of red imps were playing cards over by a booth. Only a group of doll demons seemed to enjoy the rainbow decorated karaoke section that Charlie had set up. They sang at the top of their lungs and danced in a circle.

“See? They’re getting it!” Charlie smiled, sitting next to Vaggie. Vaggie let out a small smile. “Well, I’m impressed, Charlie. Maybe your idea will be successful in the long run.”

Charlie brushed Vaggie’s long white hair from her light gray face, careful not to touch the pink X over her friend’s eye. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Angel Dust giggled under his breath nearby and began to do a slutty dance on a table.

“Anyone have a lampshade I could use?”

A random one hit him in the face. “Thanks, dick!” he called putting it over his head.

“Wow, he remembered my name,” smiled a blushing Dick, an orange-faced demon with an elongated forehead shaped like…

“Will you cut that out?” Husk hissed as he glanced at Angel shaking his butt as the demons laughed and jeered.

“You like that?” he asked, hearing Husk’s voice. “I figured you would, deep down.”

“Son of a crackhead,” Husk muttered.

“Heard that, cat in the hat! Sadly, it’s true, though.”

The two girlfriends relaxed as the demons chatted (and fought) among themselves. Husk drank more booze behind the counter in several gulps. Niffty scurried to dust off cobwebs, mop the floors, and carry any remaining luggage to the room or outside.

Charlie stared at the nearby stage, the microphone vacant.

“Say…has anyone seen Alastor?”

“Nope, not me,” replied Angel, still dancing with the lampshade on his head. “Then again, I can’t see much of anything.”

“Take that damn thing off!” said Vaggie. “It’s unprofessional!”

“Sorry, tots, can’t hear you over the sound of how sexy I am!” he replied.

“Not me,” Vaggie said.

“Nor me,” said Husk. “Thank Lucifer. That radio punk was getting on my last nerves. Glad I don’t have to hear any more dad jokes tonight.”

“But he always comes on Fridays and the weekend,” Charlie says. “And it’s a new moon on Earth, I think. He always comes up with new tricks to share with us during that time.”

“When’d you get into that stuff?” Husk asked.

“Human studies,” Charlie replied. “Oh what it could mean to be a human for the first time…”

“It’s a shithole if you ask me,” Husk replied. “Lost chances, war, depression, the whole nine yards.”

“Or life can be good,” said Vaggie, “Until, you get…assaulted by a bunch of masculine pigs.”

An old pig demon oinked at her in anger and slurped up a mud smoothie.

“Heh, no offence?”

“It’s alright, Vaggie,” said Charlie. “Perhaps when we go to Heaven, we’ll learn more about all kinds of people.”

“I can’t hear you,” Vaggie mentioned.

Charlie snapped her fingers and the noise in the bar dulled own to a fading hum. The spell would last for several minutes. For now, it was just Vaggie and Charlie talking in the crowded room, no one else noticing.

“You’re the daughter of the devil and a seducing being,” Vaggie pointed out. “You may not ever get redeemed.”

“But how do we know?” Charlie asked. “Think about it. My dad got sent down from Heaven for going to the dark side. There has to be a way for demons to rise up from Hell! There’s like two sides of a large coin.”

“You’re forgetting Earth and tons of other places,” Vaggie said. “Even if that would be the case, how good would we have to be to get sent to Heaven or even back to Earth?”

“Perhaps by showing more…humanity.” Charlie said, wistfully.

“Ugh, not this again.” Vaggie leaned closer and spoke in a low voice. “Look. I’m willing to be open minded about the possibility of Heaven existing. It’s something I learned about in my life, after all. But to think these demons have some connection to humans…”

Charlie cut her off, lowing her hands sideways slightly in a downward motion to make her point. “They not only used to be souls…they are still souls! Deep down, as long as they’re somewhat alive, they retain some amount of their human characteristics from their past lives!”

“Not fuckin’ buying it.”

“Vaggie, it only makes sense. I’ve seen it for myself when my family showed me the Purge. They briefly showed their human forms before they were killed. This proves that they aren’t true monsters. They need help. They need love, just like everyone else. Dad and Mom don’t want to believe it, but…I have a feeling they also know it to be true.”

Charlie continued, changing the topic into something more light-hearted. “Perhaps Heaven has animal-like bipedal creatures as well, but nicer and fluffier! Maybe with angel wings. Humans and animals are everywhere, within many angels and demons!”

Vaggie held on firmly to Charlie’s shoulders, and stared her straight in the eye, raising her voice slightly more toward a normal tone. “Charlie, listen to me. I, too, have…seen things. Earth, Heaven, Hell…they’re all different. From what I heard, angels belong in Heaven and demons belong in Hell. The evil humans come down here, already dead. Living humans belong on Earth. That’s just the way it works.”

Something in Vaggie’s eyes told Charlie that her friend wasn’t entirely convinced of her own spoken words.

“Swear on your afterlife…for your own safety and sanity, you will not tell anyone else about this.”

Charlie looked around, eyes wide. “Do you think…some demons will want to take advantage of me and…my position as heir?”

“Finally out of your childhood comfort zone,” Vaggie mentioned with a solemn nod. “Please, Charlie. I will do whatever I can to help you redeem these sinners. But, promise me, you will be smart and always watch your back. You can’t trust everyone.” Vaggie stared at her scarred chest and put a hand up to her eye. “I learned that lesson the hard way.”

Charlie’s soundproof spell had ended, and the noise of the bar came back in full force.

“Ya girls done?” Angel asked, white hair frazzled from dancing and wearing the lampshade.

“Yep,” said Charlie. “Anything you need?”

“Other than a whiff of coke and a thrill of a fight, I’m good.” He picked up a cherry from a drink and sucked on it.

“Time to go see Cherri Bomb. She’s making actual cherry bombs for our next turf attack! Catch you guys later!” He winked and swaggered out of the room.

“Why did you bring him here, again?” Vaggie asked with a sigh.

Charlie answered. “He was clean for two weeks, and now…well, I’m going to give him another chance. It’s the only thing to do.”

“Whatever you say,” Vaggie answered. She held on gently to Charlie’s hand and the princess squeezed back affectionately.

 “But seriously, though…where is Alastor?” Charlie asked, more to herself, looking back at the stage. “He was a big help to starting the hotel and it was fun dancing with him.”

“I swear I’ll gut him if he ever makes a move on you again,” Vaggie seethed. “Let’s forget about that cocky bastard and enjoy ourselves.”

“Sounds like a good plan to me,” Charlie smiled. “But I have faith that he’ll change for the better. You’ll see.”

  The red neon Pentagram symbol in the sky was the only thing that lit up the time that was considered night time. Though the sky was constantly red, the demons still kept track of time in their afterlives, despite the fact that such a concept may not exist outside of Earth. The one thing that died harder than any sinner was old human habits.

Two small imp-like demons by the names of Tee and Vee wondered around in the shadows, Tee holding a small black cell phone. Tee was short, fat and dark purple in color, while Vee was thin and red. Both had horns, clawed feet and hands as well as small pointed tails. Both were wearing black suits with blue Wi-Fi logos on them. They were mini mercenaries and spies hired by none other than Vox, the TV demon. On this night, they were sent on another one of their missions.

They spoke in New York accents or perhaps Australian accents. It was hard to tell because they talked so fast.

“Another night, another dollar,” Tee said. He reached for a small arrow and threw it at an unsuspecting ogre. The beast roared as the arrow exploded against his foot. The ogre fell to the ground and Tee jumped up toward his face. In one swift motion, mid jump, he got out a spear from his utility belt and stabbed it right though the ogre’s large yellow right eye. Vee stepped in to finish the job, finally ending the monster’s agonized yells.

The duo had their gruesome eye kabab snack on a spear as they walked along.

“Need at least 66 kills tonight,” said Tee. “That should be doable.”

“But remember what Vox really wants,” Vee reminded him. “A chance to overthrow his rival overlords. Just think, we’ll be internet stars after we help Vox conjure Hell!”

Tee elbowed him sharply. “He will get all the credit, jackass, not us. We’re just doing this ‘cause we have no choice.”

“Oh, don’t be so glum, bum,” Vee said. “Though yours is quite big.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me. Anyway, we’ll still be recognized in some form. Perhaps he’ll be especially pleased with us and beckon us over to his bedroom…”

Tee shook his head, clenching his purple fists. “All Vox does is take selfies with Velvet and talk dirty to Valentino on the phone. He gets the good life, while we’re out here doing his dirty work.”

“Makes it easier on him,” Vee said. “He’s busy making plans, after all. You know about the New World Order? Project Mech Tech? Several secret plans of his involving keeping everyone glued to their screens. Brainwashing, propaganda, convincing ads. It’s already just as powerful as it is in the human world. ‘Xept down here, Vox can bend others to his will.”

“Like…us?”

“Those who are either sheep or foolhardy enough to stand up to him.”

“But they’re demons, not sheep.”

“Tee, you retarded, ass!” He punched his college in the face and the two demons rolled down the street in a snowball spiraling brawl.

They yelled and grabbed onto each other’s tails, biting and screeching insults.

“Tee, pee!”

“Bum, scum!”

“Gas ass!”

“Slut, mutt!”

Nearby, a smoking female hellhound barked in disapproval.

“Butt…what?”

Vee stopped and stared straight ahead.

“Coward, what’s your pro…” Tee began, before noticing the direction the orange demon was looking toward.

“…blem?”

They stood up and saw a long black alleyway in front of them. The ground was littered with broken glass, cigarette butts, and the occasional skull here and there. Graffiti was spray-painted on the brick walls in various colors of red, blue, yellow, and green. They were mostly expletive words, nude women, and crying demon stick figures surrounded by flames. Further up above, someone had spray painted a rainbow with sun rays coming out from it. A foul scent of garbage and rotten flesh permeated the space.

Vee peered into the darkness and heard the faint sound of footsteps and humming. A distinct feel of…electricity? ... hiding among the shadows.

 Tee shuddered, holding up his clawed hands. “No, no, no, no, I ain’t goin’ in there.”  

“I sense a powerful presence,” Vee stated. “If we don’t take a risk, who will? Besides, if we don’t show up with some special report this time, Vox will have our heads.”

“He…wouldn’t…right?”

Vee grabbed onto Tee’s plump arm. “Just come on!”

“Okay…whoa, slow down,” he called as he was dragged along.

They slowed their pace as they reached the cracked dead end. The path turned off to the left, ending in another wider dead end further away. The walls were on either side of both paths with no windows or doors. Well…save for an old wooden door that was behind a pair of old curtains made from circus tent flaps.

A silhouette of a demon stood in front of the door, drawing a pentagram symbol in the air. A little golden keyhole appeared to the right and a matching old-fashioned key was pulled out from a pocket. The key went in and the door opened with a slow creek.

“Let’s go,” Vee whispered. They followed the figure not too far behind from the door.

They continued walking, occasionally glancing up at the red sky above them. The eerie silence was soon replaced with humming from the demon in front of them. It sounded distinctly male and appeared to be a jolly tune. Vee couldn’t quite name the song the man was singing, but it made him feel strangely at ease. It reminded him of those songs he heard at the circus or at musicals he attended with his parents. Not that it mattered now, since his parents were dead due to the so called “angels.” Tee on the other hand, was quivering, his legs itching to race right out of there.

“Come on, man,” Tee whispered. “Let’s kill this demon and leave.”

Vee let out a silent gasp and tapped Tee on the shoulder. “Look.”

They both stopped as the figure’s footsteps ceased further ahead.

For a moment, all was dark and quiet.

A snap of fingers was heard and five white candles were lit up at the same time. They were at the end of the alleyway, this time surrounded by circular concrete walls. The man was standing in the center of a crimson pentagram surrounded by a red circle that was drawn on the ground, taking up most of the space. The white candles glowed with yellow light at the ends of the five points.

“Whoa, is that who I think it is?” whispered Tee, so low that he could barely be heard. He held up his phone and started to record.

 The figure was revealed in the candlelight: a slender man wearing a tattered pinstriped red dress coat, trailing along slightly behind him. Dark shoes with red deer hoof-prints on the bottom soles. Red and black fur upon his head with large furry deer-like ears with black tips. Small dark antlers sticking out from between his ears. Thin neck and slander arms and legs. A vintage microphone staff stood in his right hand.

“Yes,” Vee said in a hushed tone. “The Radio Demon.”

Alastor walked over to a large deer skull stained with blood, antlers still intact. The trophy was attached to the wall via an old wooden plaque. He walked over and slowly knocked on the bone forehead seven times. It was a “shave and a haircut” sounding knock.

The Radio Demon stepped back as the skull’s slanted eyes glowed red. A scroll dropped out from its mouth but with a wave of his hand, it vanished. A spiral symbol in the center of the pentagram lit up: a universal symbol for a portal. The demon hummed some more.

With Tee still recording, Vee excitedly reached for his phone. He had to alert Vox. At last, the duo would be getting their big break…and a hefty sum of souls for their night’s work.

He began to rapidly text, his phone set to silent, the brightness of the screen turned as low as possible:

Vee: “Lord Vox, it’s V, T of 19:29. Radio Demon’s hideout found. Located at west end of…”

“A-CHOO!”

Tee sneezed out loud into his arm, phone in his other hand. The Radio Demon’s ears twitched at the noise. The humming stopped. The candles went out.

Tee and Vee rammed their backs against the nearest wall, not daring to move or even breathe. They heard the shuffling of feet, and the subtle sound of the microphone staff moving slightly side to side.

For an entire minute, nobody made a sound. Vee turned to Tee and both of them moved their eyes toward the other direction. Vee held up three fingers then mimicked tiptoeing side-ways. Getting the message, Tee followed Vee, shuffling three quiet steps to the right. After ten seconds, they moved again. Tee still recorded with a shaky hand in the dark, while Vee was careful not to drop his phone.

Vee pointed toward the exit and Tee nodded. Vee began to tip-toe from the wall, inch by inch making his way toward the open wooden door.

A slow creaking sound made then briefly freeze. For some reason, the door wasn’t moving.

A chilling sensation crept to the backs of the demon’s necks. Both of them turned back to look through the darkness.

 But the only lights they saw in the distance were the glowing red radio dials in the Radio Demon’s two eyes. The creaking sound was, in fact, the demon’s head slowly turning backward to stare right at the terrified faces of Tee and Vee.

SLAM!

The wooden door whammed shut, causing Tee and Vee to jump and yelp.

The world turned into a psychedelic mess of vibrant colors. Reds, blues, and greens morphed together in the sky and along the walls. Shadows of deer heads dripping blood danced along a red-lit wall like shadow puppets.

“Open the door!” Vee cried, punching against the wood, which was now colored a strange yellow.

“There’s no handle!” Tee replied, kicking at it in vain.

“Ack! I’m blue!” said Vee, staring at his light blue body in the strange light.

“I think you’re seeing red!” Tee replied, failing to notice his fat crimson body.

Vee grabbed daggers and bomb arrows and threw them rapidly in front of him. The Radio Demon dodged them all and merged into the shadowy ground.

“He’s…gone?” Tee asked, looking through his phone camera.

Vee held on tight his phone and glanced back at the texts, finger hovering over the “send” button.

The red dial-eyes emerged right in front of their faces, rows of sharp yellow teeth appearing below. Though the sudden loud radio static that filled their ears, Tee and Vee screamed. A voodoo spirit shaped like a black lizard with white eyes snatched the phone from Vee’s hand, dropping it by Alastor’s left foot before scurrying off. He brought down his pointed shoe and crushed the device to pieces, sparks flying, screen cracked. The remainder of the pieces burst into flames and vanished.

Before Vee could blink, two black tentacles sprouted rapidly from holes in the ground and latched themselves onto the demon’s arms, pinning them back. He struggled to escape, but they were wrapped too tightly.

Tee was running as fast as his little legs could carry him, the camera phone shaking with every step. He put the phone in his pocket, ran up to the wall, jumped, and grabbed onto a small branch sticking out from a hole in the worn down concrete. Knowing the branch could break at any moment, he frantically searched around for another handhold.

A-ha!

Up off slightly to the right, was a crack large enough for him to dig his claws into. Tee took a deep breath, preparing himself. If he could push off with his legs, swing toward the crack, get ready to let go…

The branch snapped off as he was forcibly brought down with a hard tug coming from near his legs. He phone fell out of his pocket, landing sideways on the ground. The camera showed two more black tentacles wrapping around Tee’s stubby legs, dragging him toward Alastor as he screamed. Even digging into the ground with his claws did no good.

Another tentacle gently lifted up the phone and brought it back as well.

Alastor cocked his head to the side, his mouth in an ever-present smile. Vee was lifted up to Alastor’s level and held close to the wall.

Vee laughed nervously. “Oh, hey, Alastor. Heh heh. Great seeing you this f-fine night. I-I wasn’t gonna do anything, I swear.”

The reply was a dark chuckle mixed with static.

Vee felt Alastor’s four-fingered hands grip his head.

“I…I won’t say anything! Way too young to die again. Please…”

Vee’s head crashed against the wall with a loud thud. He let out a high pitched scream.

“Owww! No! Tee, get outta…AUUUGH!”

Vee gagged as his skull cracked against the concrete. Bile filled the demon’s mouth and dark red stained the wall. He gasped for air, black spots across his vision. After his head was slammed against the wall a third time, Vee’s eyes rolled back and his thin body limped downward, relaxed.  Shards of skull and bits of brain spilled to the ground. Alastor reached down toward the utility belt, and pulled out a dagger. He severed the demon’s head, clean off. The lifeless head fell to the ground, rolling until stopping near a restrained Tee.

Tee reeled back as far as he could, yelling through a tendril that was covering his mouth. Alastor smiled down at him, red dials moving, antlers expanding from his head. He held out his palm and flames appeared along with faint symbols hovering around them.

For several minutes, all Tee knew was a searing hot pain consuming his body, the smell of smoke, and the reeking smell of burning flesh around them. He inhaled the smoke and heard the radio static buzzing in his ears. All Tee could do was close his eyes and wait out the agony. Hoping that the heat and noise would soon…

Fade away…

Slipping into…black…

…constant…

…peace.

 With that, the Radio Demon tossed the phone into the flames, the camera and screen revealing his demonic face before the device exploded into electric sparks.

 The colors returned to normal and the flames went out. The only sound was the sound of static, slowly fading back into the vintage microphone. His eyes returned to their normal full red color and his antlers shrunk until they were small sticks on his head once again.

   He snapped his fingers and the white candles lit up again. The skull’s eyes glowed red.

Clearing his throat, Alastor spoke the password in the Creole language:

“Ou pa janm konplètman abiye

San yon souri!”

(You’re never fully dressed without a smile)

  The eyes glowed green and the ground below him vanished. Flames rose from the circle surrounding the pentagram. The inner circle was now a portal to a “basement” of Hell.

Several shadowy spirits rushed out of the hole, ecstatic to be free and to roam wild. Though the ground had disappeared below him, he stood perfectly still where he was.

More tendrils rose from the ground and wove together to form stairs starting at the top near Alastor’s feet. He walked merrily down as the portal slowly closed.

He reached the bottom of the stairs and made his way forward.

“My cozy lair, how much I’ve missed you.”

The lair was a sort of mashup between a haunted house and a middle class home from the early 1920’s.

Black walls stood on either side, blending in so well, it looked like the black ether outside. Red metal columns lined the sides and supporting the high black ceiling above. The black floor stopped at an area and wooden floorboards filled the rest of the ground. It gave the appearance of a floor torn up by an earthquake on the edge.

The first room was the living room. An elegant fireplace contained red flames that were constantly burning. A black leather couch faced a red wall that was decorated with various deer head trophies of many sizes. Some were stuffed versions of real brown deer. Others were the rotten partially furry heads of deer monsters from Hell. A fair amount were deer skulls with arching antlers. A resting rifle was displayed on the top of the fireplace, the same one he used as a human long ago. A red rug lay below the couch and took up much of the living room. The walls had borders with antler designs all in a row.

 Attached to the living room was the kitchen. The wood floor met black and white checkered tile, a green line separating the different kinds. There was a high wooden countertop with a couple of bar stools facing the living room. Several appliances included an old fashioned stove, wooden cabinets, a metal sink and a mustard yellow fridge with an icebox.

Alastor opened the fridge door and gasped out loud.

“Oh my Satan!”

Among the eggs, food, and drinks was a severed purple demon head, with one eye missing.

He reached in with his hand…and pulled out an empty cartoon.

“Curses, I’m out of milk!” he exclaimed. “How am I supposed to have cereal tomorrow?”

He shut the door and sighed. “Oh well. I can always have a snack, instead.”

 There were fans in every room (no air conditioning in Hell). To the left of the kitchen, a darkened path led to the bathroom and two bedrooms. There was also an extra room where Alastor kept all his radio equipment ready: a small microphone, headphones, a control panel of buttons, and even a sign that would lit up and read “on the air” in bold letters.

The bathroom consisted of a toilet, and a vanity with a mirror and a sink with two separate faucets for hot and cold water. Taking up much of the space was a black clawed bathtub in the shape of a cauldron. Alastor turned one of the knobs and a stream of dark red blood jetted out of the large faucet. He turned another knob and streams of red liquid sprayed out from the dish-sized shower head overhead. He tightened the knobs and the blood ceased flowing.

“Good, it still works,” Alastor said, relieved.

He made his way past the guest bedroom to his own room.

A twin-size bed had red satin sheets and a quilt made of soft deer fur neatly folded on the top of the bed toward the edge. The two pillows were neatly fluffed up and propped against the wooden headboard.

Closer to the doorway stood an old fashioned small screen TV with two large antennae jutting out from the top. It was light tan in color, complete with knobs on the front and to the sides. When he pushed the power button on the remote, a black and white show slowly appeared on screen. Unlike many old TV’s and remotes, Alastor had upgraded his with magic, allowing him to go to multiple channels. He watched some picture shows for a while on his bed, then turned the TV off.

He peered out a window, watching the outside world…or lack thereof.

This was a void world, a dimension where the Loas and shadow spirits resided and where the black tentacles originated…from mythical monsters in dark pits. Alastor’s lair hovered in place among the blackness. The demon grinned as he spotted rogue demons being chased, and sometimes mauled on by voodoo shadow creatures. A wrecked blaster from Sir Pentious’ blimp floated in the space. Here was were all the items and victims went when Alastor pulled them into the parallel place. Sometimes Alastor would send unlucky individuals here for entertainment and substance for the Loas. In return, they allowed him easy control of his powers. (Sure he was powerful enough already on his own, but even he knew that dark magic was dangerous for everyone.)

 Alastor stepped down and opened his closet doors, revealing an array of suits, pants and shoes, mostly in dark reds and blacks.

 But nestled behind the line of clothing was something extra peculiar.

 In a large rosewood cabinet was a collection of hand-crafted Voodoo dolls.

 Large ones made of cloth and straw with round button eyes and stitched mouths. Miniature ones made of wood. Several of them had pins with rounded ends stuck in various places.

 But the ones on the widest middle shelf were the most noticeable. They were small dolls made in the likeness of Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Niffty, Husk, and even an Alastor one. All the heads seemed to be bigger than the bodies.

How ironic that hands who had performed countless killings, were also so gentle and precise when it came to voodoo doll making.

“I’ll start with mine, as usual,” he said. He picked up the figure representing himself, complete with tuffs of his own red hair on its head, red clothing made of cloth over the body and red buttons for the eyes. The arms and legs were black stitched material, no designs on them. Branded on the back of the doll was a voodoo symbol of protection, ensuring that no one else could use the doll against him.

“At least I can always count on myself.”

Grinning, he put the doll back onto the miniature stage. He examined the Husk one sitting by the crafted bar.

“You really are a grumpy cat,” Alastor mentioned. “But, I’ll admit, you were still fun to make.”

The doll had a white face with black fluffy ends, red eyebrows, black buttons for eyes and a red bowtie. He had a slight frown on his face. The ears were made of cotton balls and a black hat sat on his head. Red wings had been sewn onto the back.

“Don’t get into too much trouble. I want you to be the puurfect person for that Hazbin Hotel.” He laughed and paced him back at the cardboard bar.

“Cute little darling Niffty,” he continued, examining the miniature doll with bright magenta hair and an attached fake yellow eyeball. The white shirt and pink skirt were there as well (though Alastor had left out the poodle design on the skirt).

“Keep being handy and we’ll get along dandy,” he said in a sing song voice before putting her back beside the cardboard chimney.

 “Oh Angel Dust,” he said with a roll of his eyes. He picked up the white doll, which had a small version of the white and pink outfit that Angel wore. He had a black bowtie, a head a little bit too football shaped, stitched smiling mouth and blue eye buttons.

“You get on my nerves, even in the process of making you,” he said. “I can’t even tell what those pink dots under your eyes are for. And your extra arms…they get all tangled everywhere. Well, at least you’re entertaining much of the time. You’ll have your purpose…and not of any sexual kind, good sir.”

He placed the Angel Dust doll on a web made of black string.

“Hello, naggy Vaggie,” Alastor commented as he observed the gray doll with long white string hair and a pink bow on the top. The white tank-top with the leggings were fastened onto the doll. One button was yellow while the other spot was painted with a pink x.

“Charlie’s best friend, yet different as night and day. No one likes a pessimist around, even in Hell. You got used to Hell, you can get used to anything. Even if it’s something unexpected in the future, perhaps?”

He placed her in her spot by a small paper lantern.

“Your pride is conssstricting isn’t it, Sir Pentious?”

He glanced up at a Sir Pentious doll wrapped up in black string upside down.

“You killjoys will fall again in the trench,” Alastor joked as he looked at a Katie Killjoy and Tom Trench doll stuffed into a hole in the wood.

“Cherri, you’re the bomb,” added Alastor to a doll with strawberry pink string hair and drawings of cherries on her clothes and fake eye. “Just try to control any explosive tempers you may have.”

 Finally, up on another shelf, he came to his favorite group of people: Charlie, Rosie, Mimzy, and of course, his dear mother. (Made with deer characteristics like his). The Charlie doll had blond strings for hair, and her face was painted white with the red blushes. From the black bowtie to the white shirt, leggings and shoes, this figure was almost like the real thing. Another Alastor figure was placed in the middle of the three women. Off to the side, a black deer figure representing his father had pins sticking through his chest, head, and crotch.

“Charlie, my charming demon belle, how will you fare in running your hotel?”

Charlie was placed in front of his figure.

“Darling Mimzy, lover of jazz, who are you behind the glamor and pizazz?”

The white-haired, pink-eyed Mimzy figure was to his left.

“A rose by any name is still a rose. We shall see how our collaboration goes.”

The tall Rosie figure with black eyes, and a pink hat and dress was off to the right.

And right behind the Alastor figure was the doll that resembled his mother.

Version one resembled her human form: light brown skin, thick hair, wearing a beautiful dress and holding a bowl of jambalaya in her hands. The second version was her with Alastor’s grayish skin, red hair, red eyes, and antlers, wearing a black dress with skulls and symbols embroidered on it.

“Ma mere…” (my mom)…

“Tu me manques beaucoup.” (I miss you very much.)

His mother’s words came back to him: “Al, my darling, always remember to smile. Keep your head up, leave any doubts and weakness behind.”

Still wearing his grin, he wiped away a stray tear of sadness.

“You’re right mom. I can’t feel insecure now. You sinned in your life…just so you could see me again…still can’t believe it. I won’t let you done and I won’t let myself down…”

He opened up a final section of the cabinet, this one revealing the dolls dressed like overlords. Vox with a pin through his TV head, Valentino with two pins through his straw chest, Velvet restrained in velvet cloth. Most noticeable of all was a cardboard throne standing up straight, but with a visible tear down the center. Lucifer and Lilith wearing white, sitting on the ground covered in necklace chains. A paper apple staff with the apple part detached and the long black part torn in half.

Alastor grinned at a third doll of him positioned on a throne made of antlers and bone.

“…Especially when I have grand plans set in motion. Hahahahahaha!”

#hazbin hotel #alastor #angel dust #vaggie #charlie #husk #niffty

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I Thought I Knew You Chapter 3: Day 1

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Characters: Angel Dust, Alastor, Charlie, Vaggie, Husker, Niffty, Cherri Bomb, Fat Nuggetz Ships: Radiodust slowburn Updates: Maybe every Thursday depending on my schedule Warnings: Alcohol mention, drug mention, mature content, mature language

Chapter 1: House Arrest Chapter 2: Contraband  Chapter 3: Day 1 You Are Here Chapter 4: Day 2

Read it on AO3, or just read under the cut!

Angel Dust once again found himself in the dining hall, glaring at the demon sitting across from him. He drummed his fingers against the tabletop as he studied that ever-present smile. He knew it was Alastor who raided his room. He knew it. But what the hell could he do about it?

He couldn’t confront him, that would be admitting he had the stuff in the first place. The last thing he needed was Charlie finding out. Even if he confronted Alastor in private, more than likely that would lead to a very dead Angel Dust. If he could help it, he really preferred staying alive. Or, well, undead. He would consider retaliation, but he didn’t need other things he owned being taken because they were deemed a “bad influence”, or whatever else Alastor came up with to make his life more miserable than it already was. Knowing him, he would somehow make up an excuse to take Fat Nuggetz, and Angel Dust didn’t think he’d be able to cope with that one. So, short answer, he couldn’t do a damn thing.

God fucking damn it.

“Is everything okay, Angel Dust?”

The concern in Charlie’s tone snapped Angel Dust from his thoughts. He glanced up, met with a worried expression. He sighed and straightened up, setting his fork down on his plate. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just not hungry.”

Angel Dust didn’t miss the way Alastor’s smile widened just a notch and his eyes narrowed. “Oh but, Angel Dust, you’ve hardly touched your breakfast! Did you have a… rough night?”

Angel Dust felt fury bubble up in his stomach. Of course, of course the cheeky bastard would openly taunt him, because Alastor was well aware that there wasn’t a damn thing Angel Dust could do about it. However, after a second’s pause, a slow, easy smirk replaced his glare. Or was there? Angel Dust leaned his elbows against the table and rested his chin in his hands, making sure his chest was extra fluffed and in full view. His voice came as a low purr, his eyes half-lidded in a way he knew made other demons just melt. “Sure did, sugar. What, did’ya feel me thinkin’ ‘bout ya?”

Oh, how the tables turned. Alastors sadistic grin quickly faded, replaced with a nervous smile. “I, aehm… p-pardon?”

“You heard me, baby,” Angel practically moaned, shimmying his shoulders a bit and batting his eyelashes. “I mean, if you’re curious, you can always join me, I’d be happy to have the company.”

“I-I don’t, um…” There it was, damn it was too easy sometimes. One suggestive comment and that tough guy act just crumbled away. Whatever Alastor came up with as retaliation later, this was more than worth it.

“Angel Dust!” His attention snapped to Vaggie, who did not look happy with his little display. Her arms were crossed and she had a glare like she was trying to burn holes through his forehead. 

Knowing Vaggie and how much she disliked Angel Dust, she probably was.

“You really have to do this here?” She snapped. “Some of us are trying to eat, you know.”

“Yeah, and some of us are trying to get eaten,” Angel Dust retorted. Remembering Alastor’s rumored cannibalistic tendencies, he thought better of his comment and shot a wink towards Alastor. “In the fun way, I mean.”

It would seem as if that was Alastor’s last straw. He stood abruptly, almost knocking his chair backwards. His voice was filled with static and had a slightly panicked tone that was music to Angel Dust’s ears. “Would you look at the time! I have a… thing to do. Yes, a thing! Goodbye.” He was gone before anyone could stop him, not that anyone wanted to try.

“Wow, that’s gotta be his weakest excuse yet,” Angel Dust mused, examining the claws on one of his hands. “I think I’m actually getting better at this, and I didn’t even think that was possible.”

“You’re supposed to be becoming a better person,” Vaggie grumbled, standing and picking up her plate. “I’ve lost my appetite.

“Hey, two for one! Look at me go,” Angel dust grinned, clearly way to proud of himself. Even Charlie gave a somewhat exasperated sigh. 

“Angel Dust, I know you’re upset about being under house arrest, but do you really have to retaliate?” Angel Dust chose to ignore the soft pang of guilt he felt at the disappointment in Charlie’s tone.

“Who said I was retaliating?” He huffed, crossing his arms and slouching back in his chair. “Gotta entertain myself somehow, considering I’m not even allowed to go outside.”

Charlie frowned, studying Angel Dust for a moment before speaking. “I know this isn’t going to be easy, but it really is for your own good. We wouldn’t be doing it if we didn’t think it would honestly help in your redemption.”

Angel Dust almost couldn’t help the eye roll, because of course that’s what she would say. “Yeah, well maybe I don’t want to be redeemed. Didj’a ever think of that?”

“Of course you do,” Angel Dust didn’t miss the nervousness that tainter her smile. “I mean, why else would you be at the hotel? You volunteered, remember? To get better?”

“Oh gee, I don’t know.” Angel Dust stood, not bothering to pick up his untouched plate. “Maybe because this place is free? I needed a place to stay before the extermination hit, this is a place to stay that don’t charge rent. It ain’t rocket science, toots.” “I know you don’t mean that!” Charlie’s hopeful smile and the optimism in her tone were infuriating. “You wouldn’t be here if there wasn’t some part of you that didn’t want to get better, and that’s exactly what we’ll help you achieve!” 

“Yeah, sure, whatever you say. I’m going to my room.” Angel Dust didn’t give her a chance to respond before he walked off in a huff.  Who did she think she was? As if he’d ever actually fall for her little redemption scam. There was no way even she believed that bullshit. But, hey, who was he to tell her how to live her life. He made his way back to his room. If nothing else he could just snuggle with Fat Nuggetz, the only one in this whole damn hotel who wasn’t royally getting on his nerves right now. It wasn’t until his hand rested on the doorknob that he heard the radio static. 

That god damn radio static.

“Fuck off, smiles.” He didn’t even turn to face the demon that he knew had to be standing right behind him, creepy ass motherfucker. 

“I’m just checking on you,” Alastor purred, clearly recovered from earlier. Damn that was fast. “I mean, that is my job now, after all.”

“Oh bullshit,” Angel Dust pushed his door open and walked inside. Nuggetz perked up with his return, and shrank back when he spotted Alastor. “You’re just enjoying making my life as fucked as possible and we both know it.”

Alastor hesitated before venturing inside behind Angel Dust, glancing around the now familiar room. “Nonsense, my dear! I’m simply doing what any good, ah, caretaker would do and checking in on my ward.”

“You’re not a caretaker, you’re a warden.” Angel Dust flopped over on his bed, resting his upper arms over his eyes. “Don’t try to sugarcoat what this is.”

“Oh, I would never.” Alastor’s grin widened a notch.

Angel Dust peeked out from under his arms, irritation and bitterness leaving a sour tang in his mouth. “You just let yourself right on in now, huh?”

“You could say that.” Alastor absentmindedly spun his microphone in place. “You could say I’ve already acquainted myself with your quarters.”

Oh this brazen bitch. Angel Dust didn’t exactly expect Alastor to hide it, but this was ballsy as hell. “Oh, so you admit it then?”

“Admit what? You’ll have to be more specific.” Alastor’s eyes wandered back over to Angel Dust, clearly enjoying this little game he was playing.

“You know very well what!” Angel Dust sat up with a glare. “I get takin’ the drugs and booze, whatever, it sucks but I can deal with it. But the toys?! That shit’s personal!”

“You mean the items you were in no way permitted to have?” His grin widened, once again taking on a sadistic tone. “Why, Angel Dust, I’m only doing the work I’ve been assigned. Don’t you know, you’ll never be redeemed if you’re allowed to keep such… belongings.”

“Oh, what, so you can’t even say ‘sex toys’?” Angel Dust snorted, not missing the way those words made Alastor bristle. “We both know you don’t give two shits about redemption, especially my redemption, so save the act for Charlie.”

“Regardless of my feelings about redemption, yours or otherwise, I’ve been given a job to do.” The smirk Alastor was sporting was all the more infuriating. Oh what Angel Dust wouldn’t give to punch those oversized teeth right out of his mouth. 

“You don’t care about your ‘job’,” Angel Dust made air quotations with his fingers to emphasize his point, “you just wanna make my life miserable. Well, you know what, pal? I’m already in hell, so do your worst. I don’t got nothin’ ta lose.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that.” Alastor’s sinister tone sent shudders down Angel Dust’s spine, and he found himself rethinking his little challenge. Maybe that wasn’t such a great idea after all.

However, he was nothing if not stubborn. “I guess we will,” he huffed, crossing both sets of arms. “But I’ll say this. I betcha you’re gonna get sick of this little charade ya got goin’ long before ya get me ta give up.”

Alastor perked in interest. “Oh? Is that so?”

“Yeah, it is.” Angel Dust shifted uncomfortably, but he held his ground. He knew this was a bad idea, but damn it he was pissed and he had poor impulse control.

Alastor considered a moment, studying Angel Dust with an intensity he wasn’t used to. It took everything he had to stay still and not show Alastor how much he was doubting his own words. Far too long of a pause passed before Alastor spoke again, his demeanor far too relaxed and his grin much too sharp. “Well, then, in that case, how about a wager?”

Angel cocked a brow. “What kinda wager?”

Alastor took a step closer, leaning forward so he was closer to eye level with Angel Dust. “Oh just the kind where, if I win, you leave this little establishment. You go home, to your filthy studio, and you never come back. The kind where if I win, when I win, and I so much as see you again, I’ll be sure to see to it that ‘Angel Dust’ is never heard from again.”

Angel Dust felt his heart stop for a moment. Leave the hotel? He was here for a reason, and it wasn’t exactly by choice. He doubted he would actually be able to stay in the studio after what he had pulled, and even if he could Valentino was sure to make his life far worse than Alastor ever could. The thought alone made him sick to his stomach. On the other hand…

He was no stranger to deals, and he could get this to work in his favor.

Angel Dust put on a cocky grin to match Alastor’s, masking his own doubts. “Ya know what? You’re on, baby. But what do I get if I win?”

Alastor paused and drew back, considering. “Hm. I suppose I hadn’t thought of that, not that it will matter in the end. What is it that you’d want?”

Angel Dust considered a moment. What did he want? This was a big opportunity here, he didn’t want to waste it on a laugh. There were plenty of things that he could ask of Alastor, plenty of things that would make him squirm and be oh so satisfying to watch, but nothing that would benefit him in the long run. His mis-matched eyes widened when something came to mind. No, scratch that, there was one thing he could ask for. One thing that would solve all of his problems, if he could just hold out for the next month. 

He looked up at Alastor, newfound determination igniting his features. “Buy my contract from Valentino.”

Alastor visibly faltered, his eyes widening in shock. “...pardon?”

Okay, this was good. He threw Alastor off his rhythm, this could work. “You heard me. If I win, when I win, I want you to buy my contract.” He mimicked Alastor’s words in a faux display of confidence he prayed Alastor couldn’t see through. 

Alastor blinked away his shock and his wide grin masked anything else he may have felt. “Oh, is that all? Well that’s easy enough! Not that it will matter, you won’t be winning this little bet of ours.” Alastor offered his hand, a green glow emanating from his palm. A blast of air shot past them both from the sheer force of his power, and Angel Dust felt uneasiness settle in the pit of his stomach like a rock. Alastor, on the other hand, looked nothing but confident. Excited, even, like a predator primed to go in for the kill. Like he knew he had won. “So, do we have a deal?”

This was a bad idea.

Angel Dust hesitated just a moment before taking the hand and giving it a firm shake. “Deal.”

A burning sensation traveled from their conjoined hands up his arm, all the way to the side of his neck where it stuck like a pin. Angel Dust couldn’t help his wince, and he didn’t miss the way Alastor’s grin darkened.

This was a really, really bad idea.

And in an instant it was over. Angel Dust was left standing at a loss, whereas Alastor was already making his way to the door. “Wonderful! Just wonderful, pleasure doing business with you my good fellow! Now that that’s settled, I must be on my way.” Alastor opened the door and stepped through, offering Angel Dust one final glance that made his fur stand on end. “Until next time!” And with that, Alastor disappeared into the hallway. 

Angel Dust just stood there, trying to process what had just happened. How much of a mistake was this going to be? What were his chances of even winning? He had never gone through withdrawal before, but he was sure it was going to be a bitch. Could he really hold out for an entire month?

Then again, when his thoughts drifted to what Valentino would do to him if he ever dared to go crawling back to the studio, he realized he didn’t have much of a choice.

He was stuck with this deal, whether he liked it or not.

#hazbin hotel #radiodust #alastor #angeldust #itiky #i thought i knew you #this is a bad idea #these idiots #excuse the formatting #tumblr is kind of a bitch #idiots to lovers #thats where this is going #theyre both so dumb #i cant even with these two #it gets interesting soon #i promise #sevensstories #whysoseven

[damnedrainbows]

Motives

Hey guys, so my friend wrote a cute short but she’s too nervous to post it herself so I volunteered to post it for her! Give feedback on what you think of it!

A frustrated shout of “I’M OUTTA HERE!” rang throughout the Happy Hotel, punctuated by a demon slamming open the doors and storming out. The demon was short and lanky. His arms were decorated with clock-hand tattoos that pointed in all directions, and below his ghoulish head sat an absurdly big clock pendant.

          The Clock Demon whirled around to look at the Hotel’s unhappy inhabitants. "You said you'd be patient, and then your bitch comes in and threatens me with a spear after only five minutes!? Fuck you and your Fake-Ass Hotel!”

          The clock demon stomped away. Inside of the hotel, there was Angel Dust relaxing on a couch, although his face held an unusual expression of vexation as he stared down at his boots. Charlie was sitting at the bar, not drinking, but simply tracing her finger along the table. Between them was a guilty looking Vaggie. She was in a fighting stance, a spear clenched in her hands, but her posture was deflated as she watched the consequences of her hasty actions. She turned around to look at her girlfriend. "Charlie?"

           “It’s okay, Vaggie.” Charlie didn’t turn around or stop tracing the table, but her words were sincerely forgiving.

           Angel, on the other hand... “Wow, NICE goin’, ya fuckin’ idiot.”

          Vaggie whipped her head around to glare at him for a moment, but then stopped. “I just... got worried.” She turned back to Charlie. “You were in that room talking with him, and then I didn’t hear anything for a straight five minutes! I thought for sure he’d done something to you.”

          “No, it wasn’t that,” Charlie explained glumly, “I was trying to help him and his anger issues, and I thought that maybe meditating would work. That’s all.”

          “That guy’s got a worse temper than YOU, and THAT’S sayin’ somethin’!” Angel remarked to Vaggie, then paused. “Actually, on second thought, not that much.” Vaggie didn’t even bother to listen to him. Instead she went to a bar seat next to Charlie, setting her spear against the bar table.

          Suddenly, a monstrous-looking shadow appeared against the wall and nearly reached the ceiling. It was hunched over and grinning maliciously, and with it the atmosphere turned even darker inside the building. Charlie miserably buried her face in her arms on the table. It was only when Alastor materialized from the shadow that the darkness disappeared along with it.

           Instantly Vaggie grabbed her spear. “Not. Now.” She glared daggers at him, but he was absolutely unfazed. He simply had his hands folded behind his back and, of course, he was still bearing that perpetual smile. The smile that she really, really, really wanted to rip off of his face one day.

          Alastor glanced at the doors, which had now swung back closed after the demon flung them open. “Ah, good old Clockwork. It was good to see him again, even though he can’t see me!” He chuckled, his voice filtered, as if he were talking into a radio microphone. “Oh, how I would’ve loved to loom in his shadow as a little reminder that I’m around! But we can’t have that now, can we?” He smirked. Alastor knew full and well that he was not supposed to come out and terrorize any of the patrons in the hotel, and while he did concede, it didn’t mean he didn’t love trouble despite Charlie’s efforts to ward him off from evil and onto the good line.

           Angel quirked a brow, “You know that bastard?”

          “Oh, he and I go way back!” Alastor said with a wave of his hand. “He came down here not long after me, and it was simply FANTASTIC to torment him! Playing with time always plays with his mind~!”

          Alastor looked over to a miserable Charlie, and his smile twitched a little. “Oh, come now, Charlie! No need to be so down! We’re still starting out, aren’t we? It’s best that we got Clockwork out of here now than later because I can tell you, his annoying presence just isn’t worth the time!” He cackled, but not exactly evilly. It was a strange laugh nobody had heard from him before.

          There was a long period of silence before Angel finally spoke. “... Was that... was that some kinda joke, or somethin’?”

           “You win!” Alastor replied throwing his hands up in the air for added sarcasm.

          Vaggie just groaned and covered her eye with a hand. She turned to Charlie... and saw that she was shaking in an odd fashion. Like she was sobbing.

          “You see what you do?!” She growled at Alastor, then turned back to her girlfriend. “It’s gonna be okay, love. I promise—huh?”

          The Princess of Hell was still hiding her face and shaking, but now making odd noises at an alarmingly frequent rate.

          Vaggie gasped, dropping her spear and grabbing Charlie’s shoulder, shaking it. “Charlie? Are you alright? What’s wrong!?” Her voice was growing more and more panicked until, finally, Charlie lifted her head.

           “Isn’t worth the time!” She just managed to say it before cracking up laughing. Vaggie sat there; she did not see that coming.

          Nobody had, not even Alastor. He turned a little more towards her, his eyes lighting up. “You—you thought that was funny?” He asked, for once not hiding a feeling like disbelief.

          Charlie managed to just get her giggles under control and nodded at him, and the deer-demon’s normally devious grin widened with eagerness. “Well, I have hundreds more!” He practically cheered.

           And so it began...

           “Alright now Charlie, I want to ask you: how many apples come from trees?”

           “Um...”

           “ALL OF THEM!”

          Charlie almost doubled over. She tried and failed to muffle her laugher with her hand. Next to her, Vaggie couldn’t help but smile. “Of course...”

           “What do you get from a pampered cow?”

           “What?”

           “SPOILED MILK!”

          Charlie slammed her fist against the table, laughing so hard tears formed in her eyes. A thrilled-looking Alastor gave her a few moments to calm down—or at least calm down enough so they could get to one of his favorites.

           “Ooh, this is a good one! So Charlie, can February March?”

           Charlie barely suppressed her mirth. “I-I don’t know, can it?”

           “No, but APRIL MAY!” He cackled again and Charlie dissolved into silent laughter and wheezing.

          Vaggie rubbed her girlfriend’s heaving back, slightly amused at the situation (though she’d never admit it) but also highly shocked at it. She wasn’t surprised that her Charlie found these stupid jokes funny, but why was Alastor doing this? She had always been suspicious of his every move, and this was something entirely new.

          Vaggie shot a glance at Angel Dust and saw that he looked as baffled as her. And Alastor... well, incredibly, Charlie’s infectious laughter had gotten to him as well, and he was slightly bending forward, resting one hand on the bar table and holding the other to his twig-thin stomach as he laughed.

           She couldn’t believe it. Alastor was genuinely laughing after having cheered up Charlie.

          Alastor was a clever and manipulating demon who loved to get reactions out of others. That was established within five minutes after he entered the Hotel for the first time to offer backup. There always something behind what he said, there was always sadistic glee upon causing disarray. Any sort of offer for the slightest positive feeling was always twisted into what Alastor always wanted—agony and terror.

          That was always what Vaggie believed ever since she’d heard about him. But when she looked at him ecstatically laughing and joking with Charlie, all she could think of was: nobody would be able to fake this.

          After another minute or so the two finally managed to calm down. Charlie still burst into giggles here and there, but soon she was able to speak. “Oh, that—that was amazing.”

           Sure was... Vaggie thought, watching as Alastor firmly cleared his throat and straightened up.

          “So, what’s next, may I ask?” The radio filter in his voice was prominent again after having faded during his comedy routine—something everyone realized after the fact.

          “I... um...” Charlie looked away, her smile vanishing. For the next moment everyone was silent, not really having any idea on how to answer.

          “Well, that’s alright!” Alastor shrugged. “Just let me know when you get your next idea~.” He was about to saunter back into his growing shadow and vanish, but stopped when Charlie called out to him. “Wait!”

           She jumped off of her seat and hurried over to him, at which he tilted his head and quirked his smile questioningly.

           Charlie’s smile was back, but it was softer. “Thank you. I really needed that.”

          There was a brief change in Alastor’s face that Vaggie had seen before. It was right when he’d first come to the Hotel, and she almost impaled him with her spear. During that moment, with the tip of the spear pressing into his neck, his eyes had widened for a brief second before he recomposed himself without having to move a muscle. She had surprised him in that brief moment, and now Charlie had done the same thing.

           Albeit this time the cause of the surprise was entirely different than before.

          After a second, Alastor shrugged again. “Well, we can’t have the leader of this place falling apart, now can we?” With a casual wave goodbye, he vanished into the darkness.

           So, that was what he was doing. Vaggie thought. He’d cheered Charlie up so she could keep everything up and running. He still had an ulterior motive. Of course.

           But, even so, Vaggie couldn’t shake the belief that the joy and the laughter had been completely real.

          Charlie came back to her seat next to Vaggie and hugged her. Despite her confusion, Vaggie couldn’t help smiling and returning it. At least her princess was happy again.

           “... So, anybody have any idea what the fuck just happened?” Angel Dust asked, quirking a brow.

          “I need a damn drink.” Husk muttered, having been behind the bar this whole time and watching this strange occurrence unfold.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #charlie hazbin hotel #vaggie #angel dust #hazbin hotel fanfic

[kittycatgundam]

The demon of song

Chapter 1

A young looking demon walked in silence as large building came into view. The Happy Hotel was the name of the hotel until it was change into the Hazbin Hotel.

It was a pet project of Hell's Princess Charlie and her friend Vaggie. They even gotten one demon to sign up Angel Dust the pornstar. It had been all over tv how residence of Hell through of the Princess's hotel. They through it most stupid idea they hear of.

But a very powerful demon decided to help Princess Charlie not because he believed in her idea of rehabilitating demons but for his own entertainment. Alastor or as some call him The Radio Demon volunteered a couple of demon to work at the hotel Niffty and Husk. Niffty is the hotel's maid while Husk is the hotel's bartender.

While demon don't trust each other very often Charlie is open to letting any demon who want to change to come to the hotel and that what the young demon was hoping for.

With a knock the demon waited for a answer. Charlie open the door.

"Welcome to the Happy Hotel Miss!" Charlie said sweetly as she let the unknown demon in.

"Thank you Princess!" Said the unknown demon as she took her hood off now that she felt safe.

The unknown demon was a female demon with blue hair in bob hairstyle, she was tall with a hourglass figure in a blue evening dress and heels with a blue and black feathered boa around her neck, her eyes also blue look around the lobby of the hotel.

"Let's get you check in and get a room ready for you." Said Charlie as she help the female demon check in. "Name please?"

"Pixie!" The female demon told Charlie.

"Pixie that a wired name for a demon." Said a spider demon name Angel Dust.

"You one to talk Angel! Angel just as wired." Said Vaggie a moth demon.

"Hey, my name is very sexy!" Said Angel Dust.

"If you said so." Said Vaggie.

"You can wait at the bar while your room is getting cleaned Pixie." Charlie smile as she walked away to check on Pixie's room.

"Thank you." Pixie smile back politely.

"So hot stuff, what are you doing later? For a price I could show you a good time." Said Angel Dust.

"Sorry hun, you're not my type." Pixie said as she made her way to bar only to bump into someone and fell to the foor.

"Sorry sir, it my fault I'm not looking where I'm going..."

Pixie stop as she had seen who she had bump into. The Radio Demon himself!

Alastor is a very powerful demon it best to think twice before messing with him or making deal with him.

Alastor offered his hand to help Pixie up from the floor. She took it and was pull up until she was standing.

"Don't worry about that my dear. Your accent sound very familiar but I can't place it."

"It's a southern accent." Pixie told Alastor as brush herself off.

"I can tell that much but I can't place it from where." Alastor through for a moment.

"I'm from Georgia when I was live if that help." Pixie told him.

"Hey, are you going order a drink or what?" Husk yell from the bar.

"Oh sorry, can I have appletini?" Ask Pixie in a sweet voice.

"Sure, I can make that weak ass drink." Said Husk.

"You look a little hungry Pixie I can make you some of my mom jambalaya or gumbo?" Alastor asked.

"Wow Louisiana Home Cooking I love some. I always wanted to eat some when I was live. All the dishes look so good I would dreams about them." Pixie remember dreamy.

"Kind of pathetic to dream about food if ask me." Said Husk as he put Pixie drink in front of her.

Before Pixie could said say anything about the rude comment Alastor give the bartender a look that would scare less powerful demons. Husk didn't seem afraid.

"No one ask you." Said The Radio Demon as he made way to the kitchen.

"Excuse me, you're room ready Miss." Said a small one eyes demon."If you there something you need clean just tell me. Hello my name Niffty."

"Hi Niffty, my name Pixie it's nice to meet you."

Pixie Smile sweetly at Niffty. Pixie felt welcome for the first time in a long time. Hopefully she could stay at the hotel and this time no one would find her. She hope that this would be the last place any demon would think to look for The Siren.

#hazbin demon #hazbin sir pentious #hazbin niffty #hazbin vaggie #hazbin alastor #hazbin oc #hazbin charlie #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel #radio demon

[hazbinextgeneration]

My Darling

   Soft.  That's the first thing he thought of...as he connected lips with the smaller demon he held. "Mmm.~" One of his hand gently stroked her back as she attempted to deepen the kiss. One of his eyes opened to peek at the bar where another demon was looking at them with hatred. A fan of Mimzy's that got a little too friendly for liking. -flashback- Spiraled red eyes watched transfixed on the stage as his beloved sang and danced. He especially watched those curves of hers.~ He didn't look up when a figure sat across from him. "Hello, Ally.~" "good evening, Angel. *sigh* Isn't she lovely?" "*whistle* Wow. Mimz, is really rocking the joint tonight isn't she?" "Yes she is. And she's mine tonight, too.~" Angel gave him a nudge." You lucky b-st-rd." He chuckled." Well it's like you say.....The way to a man's heart is his stomach. But, the way to a demon's is to rip it out and fill it with your own sins and desires.~" They both laughed. "Oh, boy. I almost forgot why I came over here." He leaned over the table between them. "....A little birdy told me that Mimzy's number one fan came by the hotel tonight." His smile faded a bit. "Oh? Abd who is this demon?" Angel pointed a hand towards the stage. Nothing looked out of place. ".....I'm afraid I don't see your point." A hand grabbed one of his antlers, pulling him across the table a bit. He pointed a hand at the far left end of the stage. " Right there. The dude with the horny face." At first, he didn't see anything...until he spotted a particulary mangy looking mutt. His fur was messy and from the way he was acting, Alastor could tell that he was drunk. What he REALLY didn't like was the look on his face. His tounge was hanging out, getting slobber all over the table, with glazed over eyes. His smile almost completely vanished. ".......Thank you, Angel......I'll handle the situation from here." Angel stood up." Glad to help. I'd love to stay and watch the fight but I promised Vaggie we'd spend some 'quality time' together tonight.~ Good luck, Al." With that he turned and walked way. Leaving Alastor staring at the mutt. -5 minutes later- The last song ended and everyone clapped. Alastor included but he was still eyeing the drunken dog. Mimzy was bowing and blowing kisses at the crowd. Walking backwards until the curtains closed, hiding her completely. Many of the crowd had stood up and walked away except for a few. Like him and the mutt. He slowly stood up....and walked towards the entrance to the backstage. A vampire bat stood guard at the door. "Hello, Titiana. What might you be doing this evening, my dear?" She looked at him. " Arackniss is doing some business inside. I'm to stand here and make sure no one gets in," she answered with a slight Russian accent. "Might I be allowed inside?" ".......I don't know." "I asure you that I only want to see Mimzy. I won't bother Arackniss at all." ".......Alright. But, just this ounce." She stepped aside. "Thank you, my dear." He walked passed her through the door. Walking down the, he heard a couple of gun shots. No doubt from Arackniss's little business meeting. He stopped when he was in front of a door. Knocking ounce, he went in. The place was brightly lit with dresses, make-up, and pink galore. "Evening, Ladies~," he bowed to the hotel's show girls that giggled back. "Hiiiii, Alastor.~" Hello, Ally.~" "Are you looking for Mimzy?~" "Indeed I am. Is she here?" A glomp to his side answered that. "Darling.~,"she cooed," Come to surprise me at work?" He purred before lifting her up, making the show girls giggle more."Don't I always?~ What say we go to the bar for a little treat?~" "That sounds just fine. But are you planning on carrying me there," He turned around." Why not?~ You seem tired from all the dancing. Have a good evening, Ladies.~" "Byyyye, Ally.~" "Give 'em a kiss for me, Mimz.~" He proceeded to carry her down the hallway, through the stage room, and into the hotel's bar. He set her down upon a bar stool before stepping back. " Ill be back with a drink or two." "I won't do anywhere. Don't worry.~" He walked up to the bar where two cups were already waiting for him. "The usual Alastor," the bartender stated," I had them made as soon as I saw ya." "Why thank you, Bill. A fine brandy would be just right." "Uh......Al. Did you expect Mimzy to have any visitors?" "No. Why?" He turned around and froze. The mutt was back! And the drunken idiot was flirting....WITH! HIS! MATE! Mimzy was giving him a dead pan look. Looking between him and the bite marks that was clearly visible on her shoulder. Male demons claimed their mates by bitting them on the shoulder or arm. And this guy clearly didn't care. "........Bill, hold the drinks will you? I have to save Mimzy from a humping dog," he said before walking away. "I-I *hic* really did enjoy your performance, Miss Mimzy," he slured. "Uh-huh. Thanks, sweetie, for all the compliments and....all the other stuff you said....but I'm not interested. Besides I'm already taken." "Really? Where is he?" "Right behind you, Lad." They both turned to see Alastor with narrowed eyes and a strained grin on his face." I'm afraid that's my lady you're talking to." "Really?*hic* Where's the proof?" "I marked her shoulder." The drunk looked at her shoulder before looking back at him. "Well how do I know that it's your mark?" "......." "Why don't ya*hic* prove it?" And that's exactly what he did. -flashback over- The drunk got up and walked out, leaving the bar. Thinking his job was done, he attempted to pull away...only to have Mimzy wrapped her arms around his neck in a vise grip. He inwardly chuckled. The evening just got interested. Ounce he broke free, he looked over at Bill."Bill, have our drinks ready and waiting. We'll be back in two....." Mimzy scratched behind his ears making him purr. "........M-Make that three hours." They left without saying another word. 

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#Hazbin

[snarkybluechristian]

Hazbin Hotel: Yandere Alastor x Vaggie Chapter 25

During the limo ride to town, Alastor and Rosie chatted merrily about what type of dress Alastor wanted his bride to wear.

Vaggie was held against Alastor’s side, but despite that, she was not listening.

Vaggie was looking out the window while covertly looking into the maps in her purse.  She had drawn a map of everything she could see and remember.  Included among them was a map from downtown back to Alastor’s manor.

The map was not perfect, but it was good enough to give Charlie an idea of where to go to find Alastor’s home.   Vaggie doublechecked the route on her map to make sure of it as they continued on their journey.  Fortunately for Vaggie, the further on they drove, the more her map was confirmed to be correct.

Vaggie turned her head towards Alastor and Rosie.  Thankfully, the two of them were far too engrossed in their conversation to pay attention to anything Vaggie was doing.

Vaggie smiled in relief as the limo finally entered the downtown area.  Once Charlie had these maps, she’d be able to find her and Angel for sure.  The only problem was getting them to her.

Unfortunately, the only solution Vaggie could think of was her idea she told Angel.  Vaggie would pretend the maps were breakup letters to Charlie and tell Alastor that she wanted Charlie to receive the letters before they went home.  By some miracle, Alastor would buy it and use his magic to send the “letters” himself.

This idea was horrible.  Vaggie knew it, but she didn’t have any better ideas and a bad idea was better than no idea at all.  Maybe Alastor would buy it after they chose a wedding dress when he was in too blissfully merry a mood to question anything…

“We’re here!” Alastor suddenly yelled catching Vaggie’s attention again.

In no time at all, Alastor, Vaggie, and Rosie parked their limo outside a wedding dress emporium.  

From the design, Vaggie could tell that it was another store Rosie owned, except it was much bigger.  Much, much bigger.

“Here, we are,” Rosie said proudly letting herself out of Alastor’s limo.  “I have more wedding dresses here than in anywhere else in Hell.  It’ll be impossible to not find what we’re looking for.”

Alastor’s smiled wider and said, “Oh, this will be magnificent.  Don’t you agree, Vaggie?”

Vaggie immediately perked up and said, “Oh, yes.  I can’t wait.”

“Marvelous,” Rosie replied.  “Now, if you two will follow me…”

Rosie walked ahead of them while Alastor took Vaggie’s arm and walked her to the front doors of the emporium’s entrance.

Once they stepped into the door, Vaggie’s mouth fell open and her eyes grew wide in shock.

The store was larger than any Vaggie had seen in her own life or even on the TV novellas she watched with her mother.  As far as her eye could see, there were wedding gowns from every era of history and every culture, from ancient Mesopotamia to modern, for everyone from Western Europeans to the Aboriginals.  Vaggie was absolutely speechless.

“Beautiful, isn’t it, darling?” Alastor said smiling delightfully at Vaggie’s amazement.

“I��ve never seen any place like this one,” Vaggie said honestly.

Alastor smiled, held Vaggie in a hug, and said, “Well, of course, I only get the best for my perfect bride-to-be.”

Vaggie involuntarily grimaced at Alastor’s touch and said, “Yeah.”

“Alright, lovebirds,” Rosie said merrily.  “We have a lot of ground to cover, so I say we get to the 1930’s section and get to work.”

“Right, you are, Rosie,” Alastor said letting go of Vaggie.  “And since we have so much ground to cover, I say the three of us should split up to look for the perfect dress.”

Vaggie froze in shock.

Rosie’s face fell nervously for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure and replied, “Alastor, this store is quite large.  Vaggie might get…lost…in a store this big.  I don’t think we should…”

“Oh, Rosie, you worry too much,” Alastor interrupted with a chuckle.  “We’ll all be in the same part of the store.  There’s no way Vaggie could get lost.  Even if she does, she can ask one of your many employees for help.  Besides, Vaggie has behaved so well.  I think she has earned a little space for herself.  Don’t you think?”

Vaggie could not believe what she was hearing.  Apparently, neither could Rosie.

Rosie walked closer to Alastor as Vaggie stood meekly to the side and pretended not to listen.

In a low voice that she thought Vaggie couldn’t hear, Rosie said, “Alastor, normally, I’m not one to question your judgment, but now that we’re here in public in a place where she could so easily run away, this would be just the perfect opportunity for her to…”

“Rosie,” Alastor interrupted.  “I know what I’m doing.  You need to trust me.  Think of this as a test.”

Alastor looked over at Vaggie clearly checking to see if she was listening in.  Vaggie quickly turned away and pretended to be looking at a baroque period dress hanging on a rack.

The pair walked away and continued their conversation at a distance Vaggie couldn’t listen in from.

It was all Vaggie could do to stand still to not reveal the adrenaline running through her veins.  This could be her chance and Alastor and Rosie knew it.  She’d have to find a way to outsmart the most cunning kingpins in all of hell.

Psssssssssttttttttt.

A quiet whisper woke Vaggie from her thoughts.

Pssssssssttttttt.

The sound was coming from behind the rack, so Vaggie moved the clothes aside to see Nifty hiding behind them.

“Hi, Vaggie!” Nifty whispered.

“Nifty?” Vaggie said checking over her shoulder just to see Alastor and Rosie still preoccupied with their discussion.  “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, wow, is that a long story,” Nifty said in her quick yet adorable voice.  “Okay, not really.  A few days ago, Charlie came home all sad and told us what happened and that Alastor had kidnapped you and Angel and she was about to cry so I made her some tea and she drank it and came up with a plan…”

“A plan?” Vaggie interrupted.

“Uh huh,” Nifty continued happily snapping pictures of Vaggie on her phone.  “Yes, siree.  Charlie stood up in her chair and said out loud that she would not give up until you and Angel were safe and sound and that if her Dad wouldn’t help you then she’d find you herself if she had to search everywhere in hell.  But she didn’t know where to start so she got up and started pacing the floor and she paced and paced and paced for a super long time until she had an idea.  She said that you and Alastor would have to visit a bridal gown shop at some point so she said that we should all go out and look for you and then follow you home without Alastor seeing so that we could come and save you but Husk didn’t wanna come even though Charlie begged and pleaded and begged but Husk still kept saying no.  So, Charlie told him he could stay in the hotel and watch over the building while she and I checked out every bridal shop in hell so we could find you.  And now, I’m here and I need to call Charlie so if you excuse me…”

“Wait,” Vaggie interrupted, opening her purse and handing her the maps that she had made.  “Give these to Charlie.  These are maps I’ve made that will show her the way to Alastor’s manor and help her navigate the house.  Keep these in a safe place and get them to Charlie as soon as you can.  Can you do that?”

“Of course,” Nifty said as she took the maps and stuck them in the pockets of her dress.  “I’m always glad to help.  Now, I just need to call Charlie and you’ll be peachy keen.”

“You’d better go outside to make that call,” Vaggie said.  “Alastor will be back at any…”

“Did you see something you like, dear?” Alastor asked interrupting Vaggie’s thoughts.

Vaggie turned around to look at him and then looked back at the rack where Nifty was standing only to see that she had scuttled away.

“Yes,” Vaggie lied as she grabbed a random dress of the rack.  “I really like this one.  What do you think?”

Vaggie held up a plain, white long-sleeved dress clearly meant for a 16th-century English peasant’s wedding.  She internally facepalmed, but she kept up her smile and her composure.

“Whatever drew you to these rags?” Alastor asked in disbelief.

“It reminds me of my roots,” Vaggie lied.

“But, Vaggie, this dress is so plain and ugly,” Alastor said in disgust gently taking the dress and hanging it back on the rack.  “It is too primitive-looking for a divine beauty such as yourself.  You are going to be a queen and we need to dress you like it.”

“If you think that’s what’s best, dear,” Vaggie said as submissively as she could manage.

“Dear?” Alastor said in surprise holding his finger under Vaggie’s chin.  “That’s the first time you’ve ever used an affectionate nickname with me.”

Vaggie gulped nervously and said, “Well, honey, we are getting married…”

Suddenly, Alastor pulled Vaggie into a tight hug, practically knocking the breath out of her.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re finally warming up to me,” Alastor said rubbing Vaggie’s back.  “That makes me so…Nifty?”

Vaggie’s heart sank into the floor as she heard Nifty reply, “Alastor?”

Alastor let go of Vaggie and she slowly turned around to see Nifty frozen nervously trying to keep her composure.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise?” Vaggie said pretending to be as shocked as Alastor was.

But instead of responding, Alastor silently approached Nifty who simply stood in place and smiled, not giving him any indication that anything was out of the ordinary, despite the fact that it clearly was.

Vaggie’s blood ran cold as Alastor leaned down to the little cyclops’s level with his unflappable smile, and asked, “My dear, what ever are you doing here?”

Nifty looked at Vaggie who looked back at her with pleading eyes.  That wasn’t lost on Alastor who quickly turned around to catch Vaggie’s expression.

Vaggie’s face returned to a relaxed and unconcerned expression, but Alastor was clearly suspicious.

“Oh, man!  You know how I like to sew?” Nifty began to ramble excitedly in an effort to ease the tension.  “I was just looking at dresses for ideas…”

“Is that so, dear?” Alastor asked putting a hand on Nifty’s shoulder.

“It sure is!” Nifty replied happily.

Alastor snapped back upwards, resumed his upbeat tone, and said, “Well, in that case, why don’t you help me and Vaggie with our wedding dress shopping?  You know that whatever dress we pick will likely need alterations and I can think of no one better for doing those alterations but you.  So, what do you say?”

Nifty looked at Vaggie nervously and back to Alastor.

“I would love to,” Nifty said.  “Yes, sir-ee!  Nothing would make me happier, but I couldn’t leave Charlie without help at the hotel…”

“Oh, don’t worry your pretty little head about that, dearie,” Alastor said merrily.  “We’ll have the alterations done as soon as we pick out the dress.  With you and Rosie working together, you’ll have the work done just in time for dinner.  Charlie will hardly miss you.”

“Uh, I guess that’s okay,” Nifty said saluting happily.  “I’m ready for duty.”

“Excellent,” Alastor said clapping his hands together for emphasis.

“Oh, Alastor!” Rosie called out merrily walking up to the couple with her assistant clad in black following behind her.  “My assistant Sybil just brought me the most beautiful wedding dress that you two absolutely must see…Oh, hello there, Nifty.”

“Hi, Rosie,” Nifty said with a wave.

“Nifty was in the store looking for dress ideas, so I’ve enlisted her to help you alter the dress tonight,” Alastor said in a completely genuine tone that didn’t belie any suspicion on the surface.  “Isn’t that wonderful?”

“Why yes, it is,” Rosie replied with an understanding look.  “Perfect timing, too.  This dress is absolutely perfect.”

“Oh, goodie!” Alastor said excitedly.  “Let us see it!”

Rosie stepped aside as the assistant held up one of the most beautiful wedding dresses Vaggie had ever seen in her entire life.

The white dress had a bodice, skirt, and short train made of silk.  The bodice stopped above the chest while long sleeves of lace embroidered with flowers covered the arms and shoulders and formed a collar at the next and a bow in the back.

Alastor was absolutely stunned.  Vaggie would have liked the dress if it wasn’t meant for her and visibly grimaced.

“Rosie, that dress is absolutely gorgeous!” Alastor exclaimed before turning to Nifty and Vaggie.  “This is it!  The perfect dress for my perfect bride!  Don’t you think?”

“Ooh, it’s so pretty!” Nifty cooed as she ran over and touched the fabric.

“It is indeed,” Alastor said.  “What do you think, Vaggie, my love?”

“It is really nice,” Vaggie replied with the best smile she could muster.

“Then, it’s settled,” Alastor said with a smile as he ushered Vaggie and Nifty towards Rosie and Sybil.  “Rosie, why don’t you and Nifty take Vaggie to the dressing room to get the dress taken care of?  I’ll wait out here.  It’s bad luck to see a bride in her gown before the wedding after all.”

“Of course, Alastor,” Rosie said carrying the dress with Vaggie and Nifty following behind her.

Vaggie looked at Nifty nervously.  Nifty simply flashed a nervous smile as they followed Rosie into the dressing area.

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