Arackniss was walking side by side with Cherri Bomb who was listening to her music while tossing a bomb into the air.
"Heya Arackniss, can I ask ya something?"
"Hmm, shoot?"
"Why'd you volunteer to join me? Ya know it's just a shipment delivery, and a boring business transaction..."
"Well I...uh, I figured youse could use the backup. Youse said the warehouse changed locations cuz of the turf wars...well I know this warehouse. And the one youse is going to is right on the outskirts of the old man's meager little turf as a mafia boss. I don't trust him to be civil if he knows youse is friends with Tony."
He locked his eyes with her single eye and blushed before looking away. "Come on. We're going to get there by noon if we don't hurry it up. I know my pop's, and he ain't a fan of late arrivals."
Cherri Bomb actually blushed. "Awwww well it's good to know you care about me."
"The 🤬 Cherri? Of course I care about," He turned around to face her and blanked over her crimson red face and ultimately blushed in embarrassment. "I mean—whatever..."
Cherri Bomb smiled softly to herself as Arackniss started speed walking. She pocketed the bomb and hurried over to link arms with him. Only to get Arackniss to suddenly tense up and reach for his revolver before he remembered where he was...and most importantly—who he was with.
He sighed heavily as his hand was shaking at his side.
"Don't do that Cher..."
"You okay?"
"I'm fine..."
"Hey, you know you can talk to me about that stuff. I do the same for Angie and your sister on a few occasions. Why should you be any different?"
"Trust me Cher, youse don't wanna know what I've done in life—or down here..."
"Yeah, but I know enough to know that jackass of a father abused you and your siblings for no good reason."
"Cher, quiet down on the insults...these streets have spies on them and youse know it."
Cherri Bomb grinned wickedly. "Why don't you just make me be quiet then."
Arackniss instantly blushed. "Ex-Excusi?"
She snickered. "Oh you're so easy to tease you know that? No wonder your brot—!"
Arackniss suddenly pulled her into a alleyway and spoke rather bluntly. "This isn't a 🤬 game Cher! Youse need to watch what youse say around here! Please, I haven't seen the old man in 67 years. Not since I landed that job with Vincenzo in 1952! I don't know how he'll 🤬 react when he see's you and I'd rather be there to keep youse safe!"
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(Hazbin Hotel) The Radio Demon and The Doe-Eyed Killer
FanfictionHazbin 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...