Hazbin Hotel

Some New Staff

The pink limousine arrived in front the crimson building, it was large, different types of architectural designs made up the building, there were multiple windows most of them were devoid of light, the building was a bit tattered but it looked very presentable at least on the outside, a sign at the top of the building read: 'Happy Hotel'. You pull the handle to the door and then push the door open and step out, it doesn't take the 4 of you long to enter the building.

Vaggie throws herself onto the couch and groans, annoyed (at Angel you assume). Angel rummages through the fridge and grabs a box of Popsies, "Eh, it's probably a good idea to get some actual food in this place. Y'know, to feed all the wayward souls you got in here!" Angel laughs but it slowly dies once he realizes that he's not helping, he closes the fridge door, he starts to step toward Charlie but decides against it and sits on the couch.

You join him and give him a reassuring pat on the back, "At least you tried." Angel nods.

...

Charlie renters the hotel and leans on the door. Suddenly, a knock comes from the other side of the door. Charlie opens the door and a tall, deer demon stands in front of Charlie, you lean over to see their interaction.

The demon begins to speak, "Hel-," Charlie slams the door in his face, then opens it again. The demon finishes his greeting, "-lo!" Charlie slams the door in his face once again.

You cock your eyebrow at the odd behavior of Charlie. "Hey, Vaggie?" Charlie says worriedly.

"Whaaaat?" Vaggie responds annoyed.

"The Radio Demon is at the door!" Charlie points at the door for emphasis.

Vaggie quickly sits up, "What?!"

Angel takes the popsicle in his mouth out, "Uh... Who?"

"What should I do?!" Charlie questions concerned.

"Uh, well- don't let him in!" Vaggie answers.

Charlie opens the door anyways and the red demon speaks, "May I speak now?"

Charlie acts serious, "You may..."

The demon reaches out his hand, "Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, sweetheart!" Alastor pulls Charlie towards him, "Quite a pleasure!" He let's himself in, "Excuse my sudden visit, but I saw your fiasco on a picture show, and I just couldn't resist! What a performance! Why, I haven't been that entertained since the stock market crash of 1929!" Alastor laughs and twirls his microphone, "Soooo many orphans."

Vaggie holds a harpoon towards his chest, "Stop right there, cabròn hijo de perra (bastard son of a bitch)! I know your game and I'm not gonna let you hurt anyone here, you pompous cheesy talk show shitlord!"

Alastor moves the harpoon away with his finger, "Dear, if I wanted to hurt anyone here... I would've done so already..." Alastor's sclera (the whites of your eyes) turn black and his face seems to glitch as he tilts his head. You shrink down into your spot on the couch, but then he returns to normal, "No! I'm here because I want to help!"

"Say what now?" Charlie questions.

"Help! Hahaha, hello? Is this thing on?" Alastor taps on his mic, "Testing, testing!"

"Well, I heard you loud and clear!" The mic responds.

"Um, you want to help? With...?" Charlie asks.

Alastor appears behind Vaggie and Charlie, "This ridiculous thing you're trying to do! This hotel! I want to help you run it."

"Buuuut... why?"

Alastor laughs, "Why does anyone do anything? Sheer, absolute boredom! I've lacked inspiration for decades. My work became mundane, lacking focus," He shoves Vaggie out of the way, "Aimless! I've come to crave a new form of entertainment!" He laughs.

"Does getting into a fistfight with a reporter count as entertainment...?" Charlie asks.

Alastor laughs, "It's the purest kind, my dear: Reality! True passion! After all, the world is a stage and the stage is a world of entertainment."

"So, does this mean you think it's possible to rehabilitate a demon?"

Alastor laughs and shakes a hand in front of her, "Of course not! That's wacky nonsense!" He shakes his head, "Redemption, oh the non-existent humanity! No, no, no, no. I don't think there's anything left that could save such loathsome sinners!" He looks over to you, Vaggie, and Angel, "The chance given was the life they lived before, the punishment is this!" He puts his arms out gesturing to the entirety of Hell, "There is no undoing what is done!"

"So, then. Why do you wanna help me if you don't believe in my cause?"

"Consider it an investment in ongoing entertainment for myself!" Alastor pulls Charlie close to him and twirls her, "I want to watch the scum of the world struggle to climb up the hill of betterment only to repeatedly trip and tumble down to the fiery pit of failure!" Alastor grins sinisterly.

Charlie removes his hand from her back, "Riiiight."

"Yes, indeed!" Alastor grabs her by the waist and drags her away, "I see big things coming your way and who better to help you than I?"

"Uh, so... uh, what's the deal with Smiles over there?" Angel asks.

"Yeah... He doesn't seem as friendly as he's trying to be," You add.

"Wait, you two have never heard of him before? The two of you have been here longer than me!" Vaggie questions. Angel shrugs. Vaggie starts to explain, "The Radio Demon. One of the most powerful beings Hell has ever seen?"

Angel shrugs again, "Eh, not big on politics."

You look at Angel, "Does anyone even listen to the radio anymore?"

"Ugh!" Vaggie leans in toward the two of you, "Decades ago, Alastor manifested in Hell, seemingly overnight. He began to topple Overlords who have been dominant for centuries. That kind of raw power had never been harnessed by a mortal soul before. Then, he broadcast his carnage all throughout Hell just so everyone could witness his ability. Sinners started to call him 'The Radio Demon', as lazy as that is. Many have speculated what unimaginable force enabled him to rival our world's most ancient and destructive evils. But one thing's for sure: He's and unpredictable source of danger, a wicked spirit of mystery, and a violent monster of chaos, the likes of which we can't risk getting involved with unless we want to end up erased!"

"Ya done?" Angel laughs dryly, "He looks like a strawberry pimp."

You snicker at Angels statement, "I think he sounds pretty cool."

"Well, I don't trust him!" Vaggie crosses her arms.

"To be fair, do you trust any man? Any men? Men?" Angel asks.

Vaggie ignores him and grabs Charlie by the shoulder, "Charlie, listen to me. You can't believe this creep! He isn't just a happy face! He's a deal-maker! Pure evil! He can't be redeemed! ...And is most likely looking for a way to destroy everything we're trying to do!"

"I..." Charlie sighs, "We don't know that! Look, I know he's bad, and I know he probably doesn't wanna change, but the whole point of this is to give people a chance! To have faith things will be better! How can I turn someone away? I can't. It goes against everything I'm trying to do. Everything I believe in." Charlie puts her hands on Vaggie's shoulders, "Just... trust me. I can take care of myself!" She gives Vaggie a reassuring smile.

"Charlie, whatever you do, do not make a deal with him!"

"Don't worry, I picked up one thing from my dad!" Charlie imitates her father, "'You don't take shit from other demons!'" She walks off to Alastor.

You lean towards Vaggie and put a hand up to the side of your mouth to whisper something in her ear, "If that guys a monster like you say, I think Charlie's going to screw this up."

Vaggie swats you away, "Shut up! She'll be fine! I hope." She whispers the last part.

"Hey I was just kidding with you she'll be fine. And like the guy said if he was going to do something he probably would've done it already."

"Yeah, your probably right."