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Y/N looked at the message on his phone for a bit, sighing, typing in what he wishes to do.
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UNKNOWN MESSENGER
It's me, Velvette
Don't ask how I got ur number
I hope you didn't forget about the offer
You got the hots and physique, but your taste in clothes are utter fucking trash
My crew and I can get you some new attire you'd definitely attract more with
Maybe turn people gay
Whaddya say?
ye sure
i wanna see how to improve my outfits
I got time around tmrw
when do u want to medt
meet*
Good
V TOWER
Sent u the location
see u tmrw, kisses darling ❤️
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Y/N places his phone on the table, recording himself for another session to keep track.
"Session 03...so, I had like a weird, yet cool day." Y/N states, Oculus showing itself.
"So, I met a Shakespearean-type overlord, who happens to respects me just because I'm owned by Alastra. Not gonna lie, he's cool." Y/N commented on Zestial.
"Then, some big lady with like...claws, I'm pretty sure? I can't tell, just like the others. Yeah, I don't think I'm able to remember them all in general." Y/N stated Carmilla's design.
"Then, pretty sure a harlequin named Velvette walked up to me, insulted my outfit, offered to fix it up later, and started to sing about being a slay queen or somethin'. Not that important to the topic I have in store right now." Y/N said, clearing his throat.
"So, recently discovered that Exorcists could be killed. Pretty sure anybody can kill those "pure" souls." Y/N shrugged.
"...But I figured it out in an interesting way." The janitor said.
"The harlequin tossed me the head of the Exorcist, Oculus and I inspecting it...then something happened." Y/N muttered.
"As me and Oculus checked it...my mind was like...transferred? I don't know how to explain it, but my eyes were like...in the dead Exorcist's POV. He was alive...but it felt odd." Y/N prepared to say something new.
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Humor(GB!Hazbin Hotel x Janitor Male Reader) Here stands a young man with headphones, entering a building that was filled with slaughter. Words were written on the walls with blood, bodies laid dead by someone who lost their mind...only for this young ma...
