Ballet Shoes and Radios

Pretty Place In Hell

(Timeskip of a coupla months)

"Excuse me sir, but would you like to pay a visit to the Happy Ho-"

"Go fuck yourself!"

Charlie sighed, dispirited. You laid a hand on her shoulder reassuringly. "Charlie, ma Choue, don't you think you're trying just a bit too hard?" You threw a sharp glare at the offending demon, spearing a rose vine through his throat. Botanical manipulation was another one on your long list of powers. "But Y/N! We need more clients! We haven't had a single one since that rabbit girl got run over!" Charlie persisted, taping a poster on another lamp post. You took it down and placed it back in her pile of posters, "Choue Choue, we've already done that one," you pointed to the poster a bit higher than where you just took the last one off. "Right, right..." Charlie leapt to the next lamp post, slapping the poster on that one. There were heavy bags under her eyes, small pools of purple on her snow white skin. She was so tired she even forgot to be cheerful. Putting an arm around her shoulders, you steered her back to the Hotel, she didn't even protest, slumped over.

You sent out a few strands to open the hotel doors, guiding Charlie in. She immediately faceplanted onto one of the lounge's couches. Vaggie rushed over to comfort her, whispering softly in Spanish. You left the couple alone, walking to the solitude of your room. Looking around at the plants you kept there, you had a brilliant idea. You banged the door open, causing Alastor to poke his head out of his room, and Niffty pause scrubbing at a stain on the floor. You bounded down to the lobby floor and to the lounge. "Charlie!" you exclaimed, "Ma Cherie, I have a proposition!" She lifted her head from her knees to acknowledge your statement, nodding for you to continue. You thrust your dominant hand out, summoning a vine of rapunzel, extending from your wrist to the ceiling. "Why not make the Hotel's facade much more appealing with my powers? It may attract some of the softer sinners, ones that got into Hell because of a nearly insignificantly small thing, and still has a taste for beauty!" Charlie shot up excitedly, her tiredness forgotten. "That's a great idea Y/N! That also develops a target audience that have a decent chance of making it to Heaven!" she squealed excitedly, and you snapped your fingers, teleporting the whole hotel crew outside. Everyone except you, Charlie, and Vaggie looked confused.

"But Y/N..." Vaggie said, "Are you sure your plant powers can really, you know, make something nice in... here?"

You beamed, charged up with adrenaline, "Of course, dear!" You twirled, the lower part of your trench coat below the tied up straps fanning out. The coat faded, leaving just your ballet outfit. Snapping your fingers again, music started, it seemed near by, but had no visible source.

~I've got a unique~

~View of this world~

~I see the beauty in this place we call Hell~

You spun again, gesturing around the city.

~Whether it be the burning fires~

~Or carnivorous flowers~

In your hands, you cupped one of each. A snapping Venus Flytrap, and a raging purple flame.

~Or the unmistakable hues of deepest blood~

~And I wanna make~

~A pretty place in Hell~

You sprung into a grand jeté, leaving yellow daylilies in your wake. On landing, you spun once more, sending field of tulips spiraling out.

~Where rose vines twist~

You thrust your left hand in the direction of the Hotel, causing rose vines to spread over the walls in full bloom.

~And flowers glow~

You snapped your fingers, teleporting behind the others, causing a carpet of daisies to spread out under them, just reaching the edge of the pavement and base of the Hotel door.

~There are so many possibilities you know~

A field of colorful flowers, adding more to the dull red hues of Hell.

~And I can make a pretty place in Hell~

A rapunzel vine struck out of the ground, lifting the Hotel crew into the air. Charlie, giddy with excitement, ran along the vine, which grew more and more, making a path for her.

~Watch me grow a flowering garden then you'll know~

~Yeah you'll know~

You summoned your own vine, reaching the others' level.

~That there can be a pretty place in Hell~

At the snap of your fingers on both hands, the surrounding area of the Hotel bloomed with a variety of plant life. You breathed heavily from the singing and exertion. "Well?" you grinned, "Still doubtful?"