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

Chapter 13

Hey there, so this is a long one. Just wanted to warn you, hope you enjoy.

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It wasn't meant to be like this, all his life it's been normal. His parents were normal, his grades were normal, everything was normal. He would tell himself every day, "it's fine. I'm okay with this." But that was just to keep him away from "it". He didn't want to give in knowing how much his father would be hurt by his "it". Why couldn't he have been born an athlete, maybe a scientist or something? He didn't want to be a nobody anymore he wanted people to see him. He knew the only way someone would see him is if he had one of those fancy titles that everyone else had. He wanted to be special damn it! That's when it happened, he was offered to work for the royal family to say he was happy would be an understatement. He was thrilled! He was finally getting his chance to do something. Even if he was working as a butler his name would still get out he would finally be someone note-worthy!

Without a second thought, he signed that contract whether he knew it or not his dreams died right there. He didn't get anything it was like he just disappeared off the face of the earth! His dad and his friends stopped contacting him, everyone! He didn't want to be a nobody, they were supposed to help him be somebody but every day they reminded him of his place never once did they say thank you or treat him as a person. 'Those bastards treat me like I'm trash in their way, none of them know. Not a single one of them! All of them were born to royalty never knowing the hardships of working day and night just so you can survive a day on this hell hole of a planet!' He was stuck for the next ten years!

He worked for them with the others. They all seemed brainwashed no matter what I said to them they would just look so lifeless. They looked like him before he took this job. Sorry let me describe his job for you, his job was to watch over the princess and keep her safe at all costs. Dumb right? He's not a fighter so why did he have to protect her? Besides, his real job before she came back from wherever was to cook and clean for the royal dip shits but when the princess came back he was given the new job to look after her day and night.

His first impression of her wasn't the best, she never talked, she would give people dirty looks and when spoken to she would go into a rage as if they had done something horrible to her. 'Of course, anyone who she thinks not on her level is trash.' then why, why was she so nice to him. She never yelled at him, asked him if he was okay, and even tried to help out whenever he looked like he was having trouble but whenever she did her parents or the other butlers would try to step in and tell her that was his job. This job was hell, the only thing that kept him going sometimes was Ella's smile and her help but even then if she wanted to get close to him then that would be impossible, a large part of him will always hate her for who she is.

A year goes by and nothing changes. Ella still helps me when she cans and the royal pricks still treat him like a nobody. Life is as I've always said, normal, nothing special except today. Today I was supposed to... sorry in the words of his highness "fetch the chef." I was outside of a little store. It wasn't that big, maybe a little bigger than a candy store or a 711. 'This is supposed to be where a famous chef works? If he's so famous why doesn't he have a fancy restaurant like most famous chefs? Unless this guy is a wash-up looking for anything to get him back up.' He clears his mind, he has to be nice or the chef may break off the deal. He walks in and spots him. He was wearing blue jeans with little holes near his ankles. He has a long black sleeve shirt with white stripes running diagonal and an apron with the words "Kill the chef <3". He was sitting down at one of the tables seemingly waiting for him. He took a deep breath and began to speak. "We would like you to come to the palace and cook for the royal family, it would be quite an honor to have someone with your skills." The man smiled and stood up. "Hmm well, how could I not take such a grand request, of course, I will, what time do they want me to come over?" He must have been considering whether or not to decline this offer. 'Of course, you should take the offer you has been,' calm down you idiot and smile. "They would like you to come around five tonight to begin cooking and they would like to eat at Six, but if you need more time to cook you can come around 4:30 to start." He looked at the clock. "Of course my friend, tell them to get ready to have their taste buds melt away." For a split second he saw a smile creep onto his face this time looking more sinister, did he plan on doing something to them? "Thank you Mr. Y/n"