Hazbin Hotel X Reader Oneshots

~Gold Tooth~

yup, it's official- any chapters with "~" at the start and end of the title is a chapter that is still a oneshot but NOT an x reader.

based on my theory that all of Valentino's workers have to get a gold tooth to start working with him, giving insight into Striker's past

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Moxxie patrolled through the hallway, flashlight in hand. Blitzo reported scratch marks on the walls and snake hissing from the vents of the hotel they were staying at. He was shaking, but he knew the consequences if he was not able to finish his task.

It was then he heard a loud gasp. He gagged for a second, thinking it was something impure, but he immediately recognized the voiced- Striker.

As he slowly crept near a door, he heard the heavy breathing getting louder, as well as things breaking. He tried knocking, only for the room to go silent.

He knew the drill- he opened the door to see the tall brownish imp shaking on a bed in a mess of a room.

"Striker?' Moxxie questioned.

He looked up at the short red figure with a hiss, signalling at him to go away.

"I- Look, sir, I have been getting noise complaints, and-"

"Well, why do you care? You don't own the place, runt." Striker snarled.

It was then the red imp got a gut feeling. "Do you have the gun?"

He scoffed. "I wasn't able to shoot'cha the second you walked in. What do you think?"

"Oh, thank goodness." Moxxie sighed in relief. "Let's make this easy- are you alright?"

"That's none of your buisness." Striker rolled his eyes.

"It is if my boss wants to know." He spat.

The brownish imp simply grunted, walking towards him. "I don't give a fuck about that jackass. Now back the hell off."

Moxxie gulped, but kept his stance. "L-look, sir, I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay, because you kind of tore up the entire hotel-"

"I said back the hell off!" Striker snarled, clenching his fists.

"NO!" Moxxie yelled, surprising them both.

"Alright, alright!" He automatically responded before realizing what he just said. "...Well, guess this would have happened sooner or later."

The red imp just raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

He sighed, sitting at an old, worn out wooden table. "You know how Val makes his workers get a gold tooth?"

"No, actually." Moxxie replied blackly.

"Course ya don't." Striker teased- albeit halfheartedly. "Well, guess how I got mine?"

The imp shivered. "No..."

"Yup." He smirked. "Was a young runt like you, livin' off of stranger's meals and rusty ol' coins. Then by God's curse, Val found me, and told me he was gonna help me."

Moxxie swallowed, knowing where this was heading.

"And so I trusted him. I let him replace my best tooth for a golden one. I let him take my hard-earned money for a new cane. I let him toy with my heart. I LET HIM bruise me until I was black and blue." He tensed, his tone growing shakier with ever sentence.

"...I let him ruin my life."

"I am so sorry, Strik-" Moxxie started before being interrupted.

"There was one day where I could not handle it anymore, so I ran away. I didn't know where I was going, but I ran as far as I could- all the way to the wrath ring." He smiled, seemingly proud of himself. But there was a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"I learned a very important lesson that day, kid- never trust anyone, because they will just stab you in the heart until it can no longer beat."

"Is... Is that way you wanna destroy the overlords?" The red imp questioned.

"Well, why wouldn't I? It's not like they care about us." The brownish imp sighed, facing the wall ahead of him.

"...Do people confuse you for a sex worker? I-if that's okay to ask-" Moxxie questioned.

"Course they do. Sometimes I go along with it to make an extra buck- damn, their kinks are crazy." Striker laughed. "But my point stands. If the ones you once trusted ruin your life, then consider ruining their's."

"That's... not what I was taught." He cleared his throat awkwardly. "But you can always trust me."

There was no response. Just the sweet sound of solitude.

Moxxie sighed, leaving the room. He figured his rival needed a minute.

Striker just sat there. "Trust him, huh?"

It was then he turned to a seemingly empty red vase, chuckling.

"What bullshit, am I right, ma?"