Hazbin Hotel is Vizipop's creation. I only own my OC the Doe-Eyed Killer Josephine Grace, and any not canon characters, nothing else! Nor do I own the artwork you will see within this story all rights go to the artists!
Also a few villains, one mor...
Abigail: meaning "brings joy" or "father's joy." ———————————————————————
The Williams household...
"Alastor Williams You Get Back Here This Instant! You Little Rascal Get Back Here!"
A crash followed by a child's squealing laughter and another crash that sounded like a pile of books hitting the floor caused Amos Williams to sigh heavily as he finished tying his tie.
*Here we go again...Huh I didn't think that a boy would be more trouble than a girl? Then again Clyde Gagnon screams as if he's trying to imitate one of his father's guard dogs...Huh what a fitting analogy given their last name.* He headed to his son's bedroom. *Besides little Josephine and Mimzy being absolute angels the other little girls are all screaming banshees...especially that little Carmilla Leblanc.*
"Alastor Williams I'm Not Playing This Game With You Right Now We Have To Go Soon So Get Your Little Tush Over Here Now!"
"No!"
Another crash and a loud frustrated grunt from his wife beyond that closed bedroom door had him pause. *What was it Maurice said at the casino last week regarding his little Lawrence? You think their angels but once the terrible two's hit they turn into demons?* He smirked and shook his head, *Huh...well Maurice, I'll definitely be telling you later that my little Ally is both an angel and a devil.*
Abigail's sharp irritated voice echoed through the door. "Alastor Williams I'm Giving You One More Chance To Behave!"
He sighed *I wonder what is this time?* He opened the door and blinked over the state his son's bedroom was in. His little bookshelf was now empty with all his books on the floor, his Lincoln Logs were scattered throughout the far right corner of the room next to his small toy chest. Amos always smiled softly at the stuffed animal fawn resting in his sons crib.
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Ally called it Freckles, because of the spots. He loved Freckles.
"What's going on in—here?"
His wife was caught in a stand still with their butt naked two year old son over by the armchair. Niether seemed to notice his presence so he sighed and leaned against the door while being mindful of the time on his golden locket pocket watch. He smiled softly as he thought about someday giving it to his son as a birthday gift when he was old enough.
Abigail was narrowing her eyes at her son as he squealed and ran around the chair when she lunged for him.
"Alastor Williams you will put on some pants!"
Alastor peaked around the back of the chair and shouted. "No!"
