Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss x Dimentio reader

Crashing The Party

((Wattpad deleted the original version of this chapter, so that's fun. 500 words, down the drain! Also, I used a dictionary app, but if I screwed up something, please let me know))

I'm feeling some strange deja vu today, and I can't figure out why. I asked Dim, but...

"It's nothing you need to worry about. It's nothing I need to worry about. Truly, the reason has been wiped from existence. Carry on as usual, perhaps finish this paperwork."

He makes a good point, ever since Spinel got formally introduced to Jevil, well. Let's just say now I understand why we're called the Chaos Crew. Those two generate an insane amount of content, like twin flames attracting hordes of moths on a cloudy night.

Finishing the last remaining paper, I call in some clones to take the sheets to their destinations.

"Hey, boss! Come take a look at the news!"

"Holy shit, that commercial actually managed to snag a decent time slot?!"

"UEE HEE HEE! YOU OWE, OWE ME 20 DOLLARS MARXY~!"

"Yeah, okay, I'm coming!" I slap my pencil onto my desk, before floating over to the living room. Glancing at Spinel, I say, "You're lucky I've developed an eye for good content, piccolo gioiello." Leaning on the back of the sofa, Marx messes around with my hand using his wings. I ignore it as the news comes back on.

Redeeming sinners, huh? Sounds so idealistic, who knew the princess was an optimist? A smile appears on my face, as the expression worms its way onto my friends'. We all get up, and individually think, let's check this place out.

Cut to five minutes later, the three hide as I knock on the door. I would just walk in, but I don't know if this place open right now. Say what you want about my Crew, but we do have standards! Keeping my expression neutral is easy, I just don't let my mouth show.

A grey demoness with long white hair opens the door, before slamming it in my face. Inside, I hear some yelling before the princess opens the door.

"Um, hello! What are- what brings you here?"

"Plot." I ignore Dim, opting to give my own answer.

"I saw you're song on the news, nice voice by the way, and was wondering if you would be interested in some help advertising."

She perks up, and invites me inside, where the Radio Demon is doing... something. Oh, that is not a ball of ash, I repeat, THAT IS NOT A BALL OF ASH! IT HAS AN EYE AND IS BEELINING TOWARDS ME!

With a startled snap, I encase myself in a magic box, and the now soot-free demon runs right into it like a bird flying into a window. Muttering something about an abundance of women and cleaning, she dashes off. I let the box disappear as Alastor brings a winged cat demon, along with a full liquor bar, from... somewhere.

Some arguing breaks out, and a song gets sung. The song is interrupted by the wall being blasted open, where I see Jevil and Marx fighting some battleship. Spinel is cheering the fight on. Alastor flexes his powers by summoning a void below the ship, with a writhing mass of tentacles slamming it around before it explodes.

Jevil and Marx teleported out of the way of the tentacles, and are staring at the scene unimpressed. Spinel blows a raspberry, "Way to ruin a good fight!"

"HOW'S THAT, THAT FOR WEAKEST, MARX?"

"So you can shapeshift, big whoop! I did all the real damage!"

I facepalm, of course those two were competing. Turning to the princess, I ask my question.

"So, do you still want help with advertising, or should we come back another time?"

Her defeated expression changes back to hopeful, and we walk through the hole in the wall into the lobby. My friends sit down next to Vaggie and Angel - as Dim told me their names are - and I hear the spider ask about me.

"So what's two-tone's deal? Seemed pretty unamused by those two battling the ship."

"That's our boss for ya! I bet it wouldn't be too much of a stretch to say he coulda taken that thing down with a snap of his fingers!"

Jevil stares at Spinel, likely wanting to make that bet. It seems Vaggie loves being exposition as she starts telling Angel about the rumours about me. My crew hold back some laughs.

"Blah blah blah, exposition. Let them keep wondering how you're so powerful, I'm like a fly trapped in amber." Dim refuses to elaborate on his analogy.

"Hehehe, that's a brilliant nickname~! Hey, Dimentio, how would you feel if I start calling ya Two-Tone?" Oh, Marx finally found something to call me. I grin at him, allowing my mouth to show, and shoot him a thumbs up.

"I take full credit for coming up with that," Angel says, before getting startled by Jevil and Spinel high giving each other. Probably more than a high five, as Jevil now has a $20 bill in his hand. Leave it to him to make bets on the most ridiculous things.

Charlie hands me a makeshift flyer for the hotel, and asks if I can clean it up and copy it. I tell her it shouldn't be a big issue, I'm sure I can find someone qualified for the job. After some more talking about miscellaneous things, me and the gang head back to our office building. I have more clones go out to search for someone to do the job of advertising, and we decide to practice magic.

Ever since claiming them, all our powers have grown. Plus, I still need to work on my teleportation.