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...
Morning came and Arackniss groaned as he glared at the Hellish light filtering through the window onto his face with a look that could kill an Exterminator.
"Someone kill the 🤬 Sun, or whatever constitutes as the 🤬 Sun down here? It is to early for this shit!"
"Bwhahahaha! Glad to see ya still ain't a morning person when it comes to sun shining in your eyes! Sadly I like feeling as though it's actually morning instead of twilight. Jeez Nissy I swear you and your blackout curtains..." Angel Dust shook his head with a laugh. "You're such a night owl! If I didn't already know your habits I would've thought you're 🤬 nocturnal given your intense hatred of the early morning sunshine?!"
Arackniss's eyes opened and glowed crimson as his brain rebooted.
Right...this ain't his apartment.
He groaned and slowly sat up with an irritated glare towards his thankfully fully dressed younger brother. "Tony, it's to damn early for me to even function without cursing youse out. Remember now, that I'm like a gun and an unchecked gun, is a 🤬 dangerous gun...and right now I'm dangerous. I needs my morning coffee before I'm considered a functional weapon." He was massaging his sore temples with his eyes closed to shield out the sun. "Especially, if youse except me to have a civil conversation with anyone in this 🤬 hotel today—and not immediately fill them all full of lead bullets for looking at me funny."
Angel Dust rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah...you're worse than Amos without his morning cup of joe. Seriously just knowing about that Wendigo side ain't worth shit until you've actually seen it in action. Trust me when I tell ya it only adds merit to the whole saying "ya look like an undead zombie in the mornings" it fits him to a T."
Arackniss was still massaging his sore temples when he heard a sudden, "Oink Oink!" He opened his eyes the moment he felt something laying against his lap. He stared down at the Hellish piggy snuggling up to his lap and spoke with an irritable grumble.
"Okay Pork-rinds, youse gotta move."
Angel Dust gasped. "You're as bad as Smiles!"
"Pfft, just be glad I ain't trying and eat it Tony?"
"True. Your clothes are dried out by the way."
"Wonderful...I can wear black again."
"Hey you happen to be rocking the white pants look Nissy." He earned a thumbs up from Angel Dust and replied by flipping the bird.
"Rude! Learn to take a compliment bro!"
Arackniss gave a deadpanned stare and an irritable grunt. "Had that commentary come from of anybody else, I'd have decked them in the pearly whites without hesitation. Be grateful that you're 🤬 kin to me Tony or you'd be unconscious right now."
Angel Dust rolled his eyes as he tossed his brother's clothes onto the bed before heading to his little bathroom suite to brush his teeth.
Arackniss took out a cigarette from the inside pocket of his jacket and started his morning ritual. He took a deep inhale then exhaled.
He was reciting a mantra that kept him alive and sane for most of his life...it was a habit that never left him. In fact it only grew stronger as he continued adding to it.
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