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

Chapter 25

Hey there buddy ol' pal haha, I've been gone for quite some time. Now let me explain myself, later. At the end, for now, enjoy.

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"Ughh." She sat up, her eyes were still heavy from the night before. She let out a long yawn while stretching out her body letting her bones pop. She looked around, yep the same dark, depressing-looking room. She slid out of bed, leaving the warm confines of her bed to a cold breeze, that was the hardest thing she has ever done but was needed. This was her free day, she wanted to enjoy it.

She walked over to her bathroom, her room may be a mess but at least this was short of cleaner. She looked at herself in the mirror, lord she looked awful. 'Wait, are there more bags under my eyes? How?! I got at least 6 hours of sleep!' She sighed, it didn't matter since the eyeliner would hide it. She jumped into the shower, feeling the warm water slowly run down her body and feathers. It was these few moments that she loved, having a moment of peace in a house of chaos. A moment that she liked to cherish in the morning.

After a couple more minutes she jumped out of the shower, dried off, which could be annoying sometimes since her feathers sometimes puff out. One downside of being a bird. She finishes doing her normal morning activities, gets dressed, and walks out of her room to get something to eat, but something was off... It was quiet. Too quiet... 'Oh my god. Have they finally stopped fighting? Have they finally sat down and—'

"You fucking prick!" ..... Don't know why she even got her hopes up high. She heard a loud thump, most likely an Imp. Her mother had quite the arm when she was mad, honestly, it's kind of impressive. She grabbed her bag, "I'm leaving!" She heard another loud thump than what sounded like running. She took a glance behind her and saw her dad out of breath in a robe that was sliding off his shoulders. "Wait! Don't you want some breakfast?" He said worriedly. "No." She said in the most monotone voice, and shut the door and left.

"Okay Edward, I am going to slowly touch your shoulder. When you feel uncomfortable, say stop. Okay?" Edward nodded his head, they were practicing Edward's communication skills with women. They had finally got past him saying hello and him not having a mental breakdown when he saw too many women. Right now they were trying to get him used to women touching him since one lady who bought flowers had accidentally touched his hand and he jumped back and almost destroyed some flower pots. He was very upset about the flower pots even though Lark told him it was fine.

"Okay, I'm about to touch your shoulder." Lark changed to look more feminine, raised her hand, and slowly began lowering it towards Edward's shoulder. All the while Edward had his eyes shut, remembering his steps, 'take a deep breath in, then let it out. Deep breathe in, deep breathe out.' He continued to say that to himself until he felt a soft hand touch his shoulder. He felt his breath get caught in his throat, 'come on come on come on.' He tried to breathe in but it felt like an invisible force was stopping him from breathing. When he opened his eyes he was in a room all too familiar.

"No no no no no no." He looked around, it was the same as when he left it. Cold, dark, and depressing, that was the princess's room. 'How?' A cold sweat ran down his face, he didn't want to be back here, he never wanted to return to this hell hole! "Edward~." He felt his whole body stop, that sickening voice. He felt something touch his shoulder, "Edward?" This time the voice sounded different, a soothing calming voice that he had heard when he first died. "Edward!?"