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...
He had been watching them for a while now and pulled out a cigarette to smoke. He clicked the lighter a few times to an old familiar tune from his childhood before allowing the flame to appear.
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He spoke softly into his hidden microphone.
"So what's the deal tonight boss, any news from the border patrol?"
"It's silent around there..."
"Oh boy. I know hal ya don't like the silence boss...here's to hoping Greed is the reason for the silence. Pretty sure it's put a 🤬 wrench in their plans..."
"Heh I know it did, but silence is still silence...puts everyone on edge."
"These gun runners, pfft so typical. Stupid mafia gangsters thinking they've got the upper hand on youse Vincenzo. It's 🤬 comical really."
"Deal with it Arackniss..."
"I am boss, I've got a few smokey little friends from the resident Anarchist."
"Ooooo special delivery from Cherri Bomb! Hahahaha great, let em have it then I'll leave you to your vices for the night not much activity. These bozos are the only ones that ain't getting the memo!"
"Roger that boss."
His coms-link went silent and he smirked and cracked his knuckles. "Okay showtime."
He walked by a drunken demon passed out on the curb and stole the fancy green feather on the hat for his own. He was handed a champagne glass from a skimpy clad waitress outside. He turned to her and motioned to get the hell out of dodge as he pulled out two smoke bombs and lit the fuses.
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