I fly to the Angel's breakfast restaurant. We only have one diner, one main restaurant, one ice cream shop, and one bakery. Every restaurant is the same. The same interior design as the other. They each have the same menu. Every day. Every minute. Every second.
I open the door. As usual, everyone's here. Nobody really cooks in Heaven. I fly to the long line. It's 5 feet long as it's always been. Same angels too. I roll my eyes. I'm always last. I've been last in line for a while. Since as far back as I remember. I stare at the clock.
"One, two, three, four, five, six-" I count.
I always like counting. It makes the minutes go faster. The endless seconds go faster. The endless of what seems like an eternity go...
"Next!" A voice yelled.
"Oh right sorry." I shoot forward.
"What would you like sir?" He asks.
"I-" I start.
"Hahaha! Fucking hilarious. I know what you want." He says.
"Uh... you do?" I ask.
"Yep. Egg sandwich, no sausage, bacon and avocado." He places the bag down.
"And-" I start.
"Yeah, yeah. Blueberry smoothie." He says.
He places it down. I nod. I throw the same number of coins on the stand.
"Next!" He yells.
I nod and fly off.
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FantasyA young angel comes to the Hazbin Hotel. Varian is not really an angel. He's half and half. Half Angel. Half demon. Gray as he calls it. He's come to Hell for one purpose and one alone. He wants to find his father to ask why he didn't do anything wh...
