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...
"Abby, I know you remember our first date..." ———————————————————————
Amos Williams was so out of his depth when it came to romance. The botanist said that giving a girl flowers was a way to show your true feelings. But he only met Abigail once at least two weeks ago at Mardi Gras and that wasn't his finest moment before he became sober. His cheek still hurt from her punch.
He gulped as he stood outside the Bellerose household with a single red rose in hand.
The door opened and a muscular man with a suntanned complexion greeted him with a questioning gaze. The man looked at him up and down with those piercing eyes before finally arching a brow over seeing the rose in this young man's hand.
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"You looking for someone boy?"
Amos was sweating bullets. "Um yes, er hello Sir. I um...well I just, you see I...uh..."
The man sighed and shook his head. "She's out back doing her daily chores in the garden. She'll hate me for this since she'll be "dressed in rags" in the presence of a young man." Her father rolled his eyes. "Well come along then boy no sense in keeping you standing on my doorstep. I'm a busy man and I ain't got all day to wait on you."
Amos blinked in surprise that he wasn't being questioned about how he knew Abigail.
"Uh Sir...I um?"
"Stop dragging your feet. I know exactly why you're here, the rose is enough validation. Now get inside you're letting the bugs in."
Amos blushed crimson. "Gah sorry Sir!"
He hastily entered and Abigail's father closed the door behind him. Amos turned around to face the man who he was desperately trying to impress.
Abigail's father smirked. "Relax boy I ain't gonna kill ya over a few stray bugs getting inside the house. Also, I know that rose isn't for me, so who could it be destined for besides my only daughter Abigail hmm?"
Amos gulped once again as the man smirked with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Soooo, you want to date my only beloved daughter, don't ya boy?"
"I—Uh—Yes! Yes Sir I do. And yes this is for Abigail! I um...well the botanist said that a rose is how you profess your feelings towards the person you care about...and well—I'm not so great at saying anything to romantic around women without sounding like a idiot."
"Clearly...do remember to breathe boy."
Amos blushed scarlet as he took a short breath. "Yeah well, when your daughter slugged me in the jawbone over my drunken idiotic brain betraying me, I knew right then and there that I just had to see her again."
