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...
That night Amos was doing his rounds as "night guard" and when he neared the kitchen he heard a clatter of shattered ceramics and a muffled swear. He immediately feared of a break-in and activated his Wendigo side of glowing neon blue eyes and zombified skeleton-like face.
He entered the kitchen already preparing for a battle only to see the panicked and slightly murderous glowing red eyes staring at him within the dark.
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"Hey now put those voodoo eyes away Ally, it's just me son."
The glowing eyes faded only to abruptly close over the blinding white light when Amos turned on the kitchen lights. Alastor hissed over the light.
"You're not a Vampire son."
"Warn me before you do that again!"
Amos rolled his eyes. "What are you doing up?"
"Couldn't sleep..."
"Okay...so naturally you decide to get out of bed, dress yourself completely, and meander down to the kitchen at 11 o'clock at night?"
Alastor's grin turned into a thin lined smile of irritation as Amos smirked with his arms crossed over his chest. "I know my boy, and I know you're not up for any particular reason that doesn't automatically warrant my concern? Sooooo what's Josephine sent you to get this time son?"
"Nothing, she's out like a light. The baby has her on a schedule now...two hours before dawn she'll wake up and vomit in the toilet—then demand ice cream with dill pickles."
Amos laughed softly and then noticed his son's Shadow was busy cleaning up a broken ceramic cup. He looked up into his son's tired eyes and smiled softly towards his son with a knowing gaze. "Well, if you're looking for some hot chocolate...I'm pretty sure it's on the third shelf next to the coffee? I also wouldn't mind sharing a cup with my son...if you're willing to share that specific bitter chocolate blend you hoard as of you're a fire breathing dragon?"
Alastor smirked and opened the cabinet and took out the bitter dark hot chocolate and two cups before grabbing the milk.
"Sure thing Papa."
Two cups of bitter hot chocolate later...
The two demon's were now sitting on the couch in the lobby watching the darkened almost blackish red sky through the hotel windows.
Amos blew at his drink. "Sooo," he took a sip. "What was it about?"
"What?"
Amos gave a knowing eyebrow arch. "Your nightmare son?"
"The—The Bear Hunt..."
Amos held his hot chocolate in both hands and stared down into his cup with a soft frown.
"Oh..."
"I...remembered that you always made me hot chocolate...whenever I had nightmares..."
