Just Cashing in a Favor (Male OC x Hazbin Hotel)

Prologue

Okay, so right off the bat, before we begin, this is essentially somewhat connected to my Helluva Boss story. Except the main character isn't an assassin and... ya know what, let's get into this.

Now that we're finally gonna be seeing Hazbin Hotel next year, so let's get prepared for when it does come.

In the alleyway of an unnamed street, there was a table set up as a woman walked up to it, then someone with a dark hoodie, white mask, and black gloves walked up before tossing a bag on the table.

"SOoooo..." The woman says. "Resorting to drug dealing now, hmmm?"

"... Bitch you're the one who came to get drugs. Why are you asking me?" The boy behind the mask says. "Listen, school is getting more expensive, so I needed to branch off a bit." He looked around. "Are you sure you weren't followed?"

"Oh well... I think so."

"Well, do you think so, or do you know so? I'm not selling till I know for sure."

"Yes, darling, I'm pretty sure... can I have drugs now?"

"Well pretty sure isn't the same as completely sure. Were you followed or not?"

"JUST GIVE ME MY DRUGS! SHIT FACE!" She screamed while smacking the table.

"SH SH SH SH! SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU DUMB BITCH!"

"Too late." They turned and saw a pair of officers. "We heard everything."

"Yeah, so suck it!" The other officer says. "Also, we followed that woman here."

"What the fuck!" The boy yelled before seeing the woman gone.

"Adios, dickweed!" She called from the rooftop before she ran off.

"Come with us peacefully or we will use police brutality."

They stared for a moment... then the cops pulled out their guns and started shooting. The boy ducked and took out an AK before firing on them. One of the cops was shot dead while the other took cover.

"This is Officer Clip Clop! We need backup!"

Then suddenly a whole swat team appeared out of nowhere. The boy stared before using a smoke bomb and disappearing.

(A factory in the middle of practically nowhere)

After escaping, the boy came through the janitor's closet of the building, knocking a few things over before slamming the door shut. He huffed as he leaned against the door puffing in annoyance as he stood up, pulling his hood down, revealing his brunette hair and taking the mask off, adjusting his glasses.

This boy was Max Parkson. Why would a young boy like him be in a situation like this? Well, let's just say that things happened and leave it at that. He sighed before he began walking through the hall, walking past a room that had workers putting together drugs of all kinds. Ya, I'm not brave enough to search up what a drug lab actually looks like even with incognito.

"Mr. Parkson!" He heard before turning to a woman approaching him. "Thank goodness you're back. How did the trade go?"

"Well, it was a bust. The dumbass customer didn't make sure she wasn't followed, and the cops ruined it again." The boy explains.

"Oh, well, here." The woman then handed him a phone. "Your sister Daphne called recently. She's worried about you."

"Thanks for letting me know, Ms. Amber. Anything else to update?"

"Not much. No one seems to have come around lately, and production is coming along greatly."

"Again, thanks for the info. Keep it up." He says as the woman nodded and left as he stopped and leaned against the wall.