Hazbin Hotel

Welcome To The Happy Hotel!

The purge had just ended, a lot of territories were up for grabs, causing a lot of violence and genocide. Not that you cared, they were all sinners, yourself included, but that didn't stop you from un-living your best after-life down here (A: 🤭). You worked at Porn Studios along with Angel Dust, your bestie, he made the work environment tolerable. It would have been better, if not for Valentino, your boss, he... really liked to get touchy with his employees. The good thing was is that you were a bit famous, not as famous as Angel, but because of this you got a good amount of money.

You opened the cab door and stepped out. You were oc/H, but your height definitely didn't mask your stunning appearance, you had oc/E/C that popped due to your oc/S/C or oc/F/C, you had oc/H/L, oc/H/C luscious hair, your oc/B/T added to your attractiveness, and your oc/O/A only made you more appealing to other demons. You weren't afraid to flaunt and that is exactly what you did, everyday 24/7. Angel stepped out of the cab, he was very feminine, but that only added to his appeal, he had white fur with some peach colored spots, one eye with a yellow sclera (the white stuff around your iris) and one with a black sclera but they both had pink irises, under both his eyes there were pink dots kind of like freckles except you knew they were his other eyes, he was very tall and slender, his sharp teeth were pearly white except for one which was gold plated, he had an extra pair of arms, and a very fluffy chest, he wore his usual pink and white-striped blazer that revealed his white, fluffy chest, a reddish-grey miniskirt, long reddish-grey thigh-high heeled boots, he wore a reddish-grey bow tie with a pink center, long, pink gloves on one of his pairs of arms, and a reddish-grey choker.

"Heh. Thanks for the fun time, hot stuff!" The cab driver, Travis exclaimed.

Angle pushed his hand through his hair, "Yeah, yeah, listen." He continues to fix his hair, "Keep this discreet, you hear me? I can't let it get out I'm offerin' my services to randos on the street! It was a quick cash grab. Ya got it?"

"Pffft! Whatever you say, slut!" Travis laughed.

You joined in, not laughing with him, but rather at him. You and Angel had been called worse by other people, and you've known Angel long enough to know that even though he may not care, he's definitely got something worse to call the demon.

Angel pretended to be offended, "Ouch! Ooh! Such an insult! Let me know when you've come up with something creative to call me," Angel looms over the demon and points at him with all of his index fingers, "you sack of poorly packaged horse shit! Tell the missus I said 'hi'," He kisses Travis. "Shnuckums!"

Travis shrinks down in his seat and murmurs, but then drives off angrily.

"That was incredible! How do you think up that stuff on the spot? It's genius!" You praised Angel.

"Oh, N/N. It's just a gift I was born with," Angel walked over to you and put one of his arms around your shoulders. "But, y'know he did have that shit comin' to 'em." Angel laughed and you joined in. "Ooooh, drugs!" Angel dragged you along with him to a vending machine full of drugs, "Want anything, N/N."

"Nah, that's all you, Angie," You responded.

He put some cash in the machine and typed in the letter and number for angel dust, he grabbed the drugs. But then suddenly, a demon ran by and snatched it out of his hand, "Yoink!"

"Hey!" Angel called after, annoyed.

"Up yours, drag show!" The demon said as they ran. Conveniently, a boulder falls onto the demon, crushing them alongside Angel's drugs.

Angel gasps and runs over, you follow him, "Oh my GOD!" Angel leans down and picks up what's left of his drugs, with a devastated expression on his face, "MY DRUGS!" He clenches the cloth angrily, "Damn it!"