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...
Warning this chapter talks about rape if you are uncomfortable with the topic then read to your own comfort.
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Rosie unfortunately had to head back the emporium for business. Mimzy left as well for the evening night life at her club.
Abigail was currently laughing over all the baby Charlie stories Lilith told while an embarrassed Charlie was now sliding off the couch with a dramatic groan.
"Oh Mommmmm whyyyyyyyyyyyy? Do you have to tell them the first day of school story?"
"Oh come on it's adorable Charlie! You made your father's entire year the moment you jumped on his back and cried about not wanting to leave his side to go to school!"
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"Yeah and that first day sucked..."
"You made a few friends..."
"Not really mom..."
Abigail smiled softly as she thought of her little Ally crying and refusing to remove himself from around Amos's leg as the man tried to walk out of the school building...
Her eyes dimmed as the old wound of regret opened up again.
Josephine was smiling and envisioned all the adorable antics her child would get into only to notice her mother-in-law's sad expression.
"Abigail, are you okay?"
The front door opened... ———————————————————————
Amos stood in front of the Hazbin Hotel and gulped. He was nibbling his lower lip in hesitation. Husk walked over. "Hey you okay?"
"I'm fine Lawr..."
"Call me Husk, everyone else already does. And I can tell you ain't alright Mr. Williams."
"I call you Husk you call me Amos."
"Deal. Now back to the issue Amos. I can tell your terrified of seeing her...you're worried about how she'll react...fearing that she'll hate you over the past...trust me I get it."
Amos looked at Husk who smirked. "War is Hell...learned that the hard way. I was a 75 year old gambling drunken shell of my former self."
"Husk...why...especially knowing what happened to me...I'm sure the town turned my death into a massive scandal...so why?"
"Well...first was the day Abigail died...Al was inconsolable and you knew he was having a bad day if he was eating beignets. Then the 1929 stock market crashed...money was tight..." His eyes dimmed slightly. "Being the one to find Al and Josephine's bodies wasn't the highlight of my life...then learning Mimzy had died two months later...I just couldn't stop drinking after Vietnam. It all spiraled it out of control. I died alone. I couldn't even play a game of 🤬 cards. When I met Al down here I punched his jaw! The smug bastard...god I did miss him and Mimzy though. I was scared seeing Abigail...she was a mother figure to me. She hasn't changed a bit. Still a spitfire but the kindest woman I've ever had the privilege to know in life."
