Hell Is My World (Hazbin Hotel x Eddsworld)

7 - An Unlikely Friendship Forms

"Yep. I'm definitely in hell if you're here." Tord sighed. The two were sat on opposite sofas in the lobby on the hotel. Tom just stared at Tord from the other side of the room. Yup. Murderer and victim were reunited at last. Yay...

Angel Dust strolled in and threw his body onto the sofa next to Tord.
"Oh, Hollow Eyes, your room'll be ready in a few minutes." he mentioned.
"OK." Tom scowled.
There wasa silence, before Angel broke it by saying, "So, can ya tell me how ya kicked the bucket?"
"No." Tom snapped.

"Aww, c'mon, sugar~" Angel flirted.
"Are you hitting on me?" Tom exclaimed.
"It's what I do."
"Go to Hell."
"We're already in Hell, dummy."
"Well, go deeper."
"Yes daddy~" (god the stuff I do for you guys...you better appreciate the asexual mental torture I'm going through rn)

"Fuck off, you horny bitch!" Tom shouted.
"Alright! Geez, you don't have to be so mean!" Angel cried.
The two stormed off I opposite directions. Tom kept his eyesockets fixed firmly on the ground. If he bumped into that spider once again, he was going to lose it. As he walked through the hotel's hallways, he noticed a sad-looking demon sat on a sofa. He thought he heard her name somewhere...uh, Agatha? It must've been Agatha.

"Mind if I sit here?" Tom asked.
"Whatever." the demon grumbled.
Tom slumped on the sofa, adjusting his tail so he'd fit. He couldn't believe that Tord, of all people, would be the first demon he'd see when he went through the very gates of Hell. Tord said it was torture for him, but it felt like more torture for Tom if that goddamn spider was going to stick by Tord's side. Oh, what he wouldn't give to-

"Angel Dust?" the demon asked.
"Sorry?" Tom replied.
"That spider demon pissing you off?" the demon elaborated.
"Oh, yeah. And his 'new best friend', Tord. We were worst enemies when we were alive, and, with that Angel Dust, it's like having two of them!" Tom ranted.
"Don't worry, I have to go through it too. I'll help you deal with it." the demon whispered. "I'm Vaggie, by the way."
"I'm Tom." Tom replied. "Ugh, I just wish they would both stop pestering me about how I died! Like, I wanna tell them, but I know they would never stop messing with it."

"Tom, you can tell me. Unlike him, I actually keep secrets untold." Vaggie prompted.
"Well, I died because of a failed liver transplant because I destroyed my old liver by drinking too much." Tom explained, head hung low in sadness. Vaggie let out a small gasp.
"Oh my god, that's morbid!" she exclaimed. Tom nodded, a single tear running down his face.
"Tom, this hotel is about rehabilitating demons into model citizens. We're always here if you need to talk to if you need us." Vaggie comforted. "And, this is a bit personal for me, but you are the first male person I feel I can trust."
"Thanks, Vaggie." Tom said, smiling a sad smile.