"So, how did you sleep?" Charlie asks.
"Uh... great?" I shrug.
I look around.
"What's with all the eggs and who's the snake guy?" I ask snapping photos.
"I am the Great Sir Pentous!" He yelled.
"Aren't you the guy who always gets beat by the Radio Demon?" I ask.
"No..." He turns.
"Alright... what's for breakfast?" I turn.
"You get two choices muffins or croissants." Vaggie says.
"I get a choice?" I ask.
"Yes." Vaggie says.
"Really?" I ask.
"Yeah." Vaggie says.
"Truely? Really?" I ask.
"For fuck's sake yes." Vaggie says.
Tears started slipping from my face.
"Oh fuck. I'm sorry. What did I say?" Vaggie asks.
"I get a choice!" I ball.
"Yes. Why wouldn't you get a choice?" Vaggie asks.
"In Heaven, most angels don't have a choice. It's always the same food, same job, same everything. Heaven might seem like a happy place, but actually it's dull." I say.
"Hah. I fucking told you guys this was stupid." Angel says.
"I like to break dull things." Nifty smiles.
"Wow. I thought you were kidding." Husk says.
"Nope. Uh... can I get a muffin?" I ask.
"Blueberry?" Vaggie holds one up.
I nod and grab it.
"I get to choose here!" I yell.
I stuff my face with it.
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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...
