Hells Chef (fem!Hazbin hotel & Helluva boss x Male reader)

Chapter 8

Did you know that there is a timeline for when Hazbin Hotel takes place? I didn't, so I made some changes to another chapter so you died in 2019 instead of 1980. Now with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy.

Hey, look future me again, back with more edits baby. Sadly I could only do this one and chapter 9, very sad. Anyway, hope you can enjoy.

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*Third Pov*

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"Uh Jesus, how much did I drink last night?" Husk said, rubbing her throbbing head, eyes still closed. "Whatever, I'm going back to sleep." When she laid back she was meant with not a soft pillow but instead what felt like a hard warm chest. She sat back up and looked down and saw a certain money-thieving lizard. He had woken up about an hour ago and decided not to wake Husk and instead stare at the ceiling. "Hello there, may I get up now?" Y/n asked. Husk jumped out of the bed, wondering why and what he was doing in the same bed as her. "Why the hell are you -... wait a minute. God damn it, I really said all that. Didn't I?" He stood up and started brushing off the hair that was on him. "Yes you did Ms. Husk, yes you did. But hey, just think about it, now you have a drinking buddy." He said, trying to find a silver lining. She sighed, mad at herself for letting anyone see her like that, but she was feeling a little relief getting some of that off her chest. "Alright whatever, now get out. I have a shower to take." So with that, Y/n took his leave.

My lord, how filthy is this house? Y/n thought to himself. The smell of beer was once again filling my nose and to make it worse there were some stains on the floor where Husk was last night. He could only guess that it was throw-up or alcohol which, either way, was going to be very hard to clean. There was dust on the furniture and moving it revealed some spider webs and dead spiders. "Why didn't I think to clean this place when I first moved here will always baffle me. Alright time to start cleaning. If I remember correctly there should be some cleaning supplies in the kitchen." Y/n said. As he made his way to the kitchen the sound of running water ceased... Does, does that sound right? Either way, Husk got out of the shower and Y/n is going to ask for her help. With her help cleaning the house would be a lot easier. "Hey, Husk!" He shouted, "WHAT!?" She shouted back, not sounding happy in the slightest.

"You want to help me clean this house?!" There wasn't a response. He waited a little bit, and then she came downstairs, her fur was sticking up a bit. "Can't, if I stay any longer Zoey's going to think you killed me or something," Husk said, brushing her fur with a brush Y/n didn't know where it came from. He did forget Zoey was, protective of her. "Well before you go I have one thing to give you." She turned around and was met with a hug. "Be safe, I don't need you getting hurt." She hated hugs but right now she couldn't get enough of these. She felt so warm, she loved this feeling but she wasn't going to tell you. If Y/n knew how she felt he would try to hug her all the time. "Alright Alright, get off me I have to go." She could feel the heat begin to rise to her face. "Oh and here, your hat." He placed it on top of her head. Husk gave him a silent thank you and took her leave. Y/n grabbed a bucket, Swiffer, Duster, and a rag, and began his cleaning day.

*Y/n Pov*

"I have been at this for about three hours and I still haven't finished the living room." This isn't right, I should be in the theater room or even upstairs by now. Why am I still in the living room!? No matter how much I cleaned an area off when I would leave to wipe off something else the dust from the previous spot I had cleaned would magically return. If this keeps up I'm never going to finish the living room! The worst part is this isn't even the biggest room! I fell to the floor and started thinking of ways I could clean the house more efficiently, maybe if I used my super speed. Just then a phone started to ring.