hazbin hotel/helluva boss x reader one-shots (On Hold)

toy maker vagatha beginning

Open your eyes
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Vagatha's breaths grew ragged, her clothes torn in some places revealing small cuts and bruises on her pale skin, her hair that was once done up in a red bow was down, and covered in leaves and sticks.

"Oh, vaggie! You can't run forever you know!" Alan called out with an unhinged tone. Walking through the forest calmly as he twirled a knife between his leathered slender fingers.

Vagatha panted, pushing branches out of her face as she scrambled uphill, desperate to get away from the unhinged man and towards civilization.

Her feet stumbled over thick old roots of ancient trees, eyes watering as her lungs grew heavy.

Wiping the tears away she pushed her way through thorn bushes, coming up upon an old cabin house, the man too far behind to hopefully not have sent where she'd be taking shelter.

She ran up to the cabin, testing the handle as the door creaked open. She looked behind her before quickly going inside.

The cabin was beautiful decorated, the wood of the cabin oak. The furniture made of a darker oak covered with a soft cushiony velvet fabric. On the walls were mounted deer heads and antlers, along with that were hundreds of not thousands of pictures that consisted of you, an ex-scientist that now worked at their badly funded hospital.

"What?" She took a step back, heart pounding her chest as she analyzed each picture carefully.

There was one where you were checking her for any broken bones, you had been the only one in the hospital that day in the underground lab, testing some odd chemicals on a large doll.

"Gotcha~" a voice purred beside her ear, her body falling limp on the floor as Alan dropped the bloody bat on the chair. Alastor coming in from within Alan's shadow, grinning down at the mess.

Alastor bent down, taking hold of the unconscious girl's hair tightly in his hand, disregarding the pained noise she emitted.

"I'll take this one to the cage while you prepare the tools~" alastor sang out, prancing off to the basement dragging vaggie behind him.

Alan hummed, peeling his leather gloves off, gently pocketing them as he fixed his glasses.

After coming into contact with alastor, Alan's wardrobe began to change. He wore more leather, like his gloves and jacket, his hair style changed, everything about him changed.

Much to alastor's liking.
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Vagatha shifted slightly, her head pounding with pain as she slowly shifted upwards.

Panic slowly settled in as she looked around the room, her hands reaching out to grasp the bars, confirming that the cage wasn't just an illusion. That she was stuck in a dark, damp horrible smelling place, trapped in a cage.

"Ah! How delightful! You're finally awake!" Alan hummed out, a smile still prominent on his face. Behind him was a table with all assortments of tools that were rusted and covered in old blood.

Her lips pulled back, such a primal act she'd never resort to but only seemed appropriate.

Baring her teeth she growled out angerily, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the bars tighter. She always knew Alan was fucked in the head, but to this extent? She'd never have guessed it.

"You won't get away with this, they'll find out!" Vagatha yelled out, her body shaking from fear and anger.

"Oh, vaggie. Do you think they care about you? Take a second and think, who would care about you? Surely not Charlie seeing as she doesn't answer your phone calls anymore, you're parents are too embarrassed to even admit to having you." Alan spoke with a smile, grabbing a sharp knife off the table he moved towards the cage.

"It's time you learned a lesson, it's time that you understand. Don't ever count on anybody else in this or any other land," he reached in with one hand, pulling vagatha up against the cage bars as he slammed the knife into her shoulder, twisting it sharply as she cried out in pain.

"I once hoped for friendship, to find a place among my kind. But those were the childish wishes of someone who was blind," he let go of her shirt, dropping her into the floor of the cage, watching as she landed on her shoulder, pushing the knife deeper.

"Why... Why are you doing this?" She whispered out quietly, tearfully looking up into his cold eyes.

"Open up your eyes, see the world from where I stand, me among the mighty, you caged at my command," Alan's back was turned to her as he chose between some other tools.

His eyes landed on the unused scalpel, the edged to sharp and un-rusted for his liking. Unloved, like him.

He grabbed the scalpel, setting aside far from the rest. He reached over and grabbed two rusty cuffs that were covered in blood and rust, alastor popped out from behind the cage, snapping his fingers making it disappear. Leaving vaggie struggling against black spiky tentacles that dug into her skin.

"Open up your eyes, give up your sweet fantasyland it's time to grow up and get wise, come now little one," he swung back around with an unhinged smile, stalking towards the struggling girl who cried out for help. Desperate to live, Alan grinned, snapping on the cuffs before attaching her to a surgical table.

"Open up your eyes," he reached over, grabbing a hammer and long, thick rusted nails, positioning the nails right about vaggie's feet, preparing to nail them to the table to keep her from kicking.

"We all start out the same, with simple naive trust, shielded from the many ways that life's not fair or just," slamming down he forced the nail through bone, taking joy in her shrill cries of pain, blood gathered at the bottom of the table, dripping onto the floor.

"But then there comes a moment, a simple truth that you must face, if you depend on others, you'll never find your place," he pulled back, setting the hammer down onto a pan with other tools.

Leaning over he grabbed a pen, marking down where he'd need to cut. "And as you take that first step, upon a path that's all your own, you see it all so clearly... The best way to survive is all alone," he set the pen down, grabbing a pair of scissors and lining it up with her eyelid.

"Open up your eyes, and see the world from where I stand, me among the mighty, you caged at my command," he snipped through the fragile flesh, peeling the eyelid off of her right eye.

He set the scissors down, ignoring her as he grabbed the scalpel. Running his fingers over it as he moved back to vaggie, slowly cutting the skin around her right eye. He peeled the skin, applying the scalpel he slowly dug it behind her eye, popping the slimey ball out, clipping the stringy flesh attached to it.

"Open up your eyes and behold the fading light! It's time to grow up and get wise, come now little one open up your eyes," he stepped back, holding her gray eye in his hand as she weakly opened her good eye.

"Open up your eyes!"

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