Debt to pay (Hazbin Hotel x Shy reader) (discontinued. Getting rebooted)

Masquerade

Angel Dust started waking up in a dimly lit room, tied up to a chair. He tries to budge free but fails. His captor paces around him.

Captor: Finally awake, Angel Dust.

Angel glowers but eventually regains his confident smile.

Angel Dust: Yeah, and what's it to ya?

Captor holds a knife against Angel's face.

Captor: I want you to tell me where your boss stashes his vault.

Angel Dust: It's hilarious you think I'd tell you anything.

The captor grabs Angel off the ground by the neck.

Captor: Fine! I guess I'll just have to fuck the information out of ya.

Angel Dust: Do your worst. Daddy~

The captor rips his shirt open and engages in sexual intercourse with Angel, revealing this is a porn film played on the hotel's TV.

Angel Dust: Oh, yeah, baby~

Sir Pentious, Y/N, and Charlie were watching and creeped out, Vaggie was annoyed and Niffty was rather interested.

Angel Dust: You know, this performance won me a Sex-x-xi award.

Charlie: It's, uh... Very... Honest?... Oh.

Charlie turns away, nauseous and tries to shield her eyes with her right hand.

Y/N: Oh! I'm gonna vomit. I'm definitely gonna vomit.

Vaggie: Ew.

Y/N shuttered at the TV screen before turning his head away to avoid watching with his hand covering his mouth this time.

Angel Dust on TV: Oh, harder, daddy~

Vaggie: Okay! Enough of that.

Y/N: All I brought for Show and Tell was a record player.

Vaggie tries to help Y/N by covering the side of his face with his own hand so he doesn't have to see the TV screen. He does the same for Charlie. She turns her head to Angel Dust with a disapproving and unamused stare.

Vaggie: Angel, what the fuck?

Angel Dust: What? You said was show-and-tell day. I'm showin' you my best film, and I'm tellin you that it scored me a win over that bitch, Tiffany Titfucker. And that brat, Natsuki Longlasty.

Husk: I slept with her, that's only a stage name. Longest she can last is 15...seconds. She's all talk and no show.

Husk is seen cleaning and wiping a wine glass.

Husk: Plus, that ain't a very convincing interrogation scene.

Angel Dust: Alright, dickhead. What makes you think you have any right to insult my work to my fuckin' face?

Husk: You really gonna sit there and act like these scripts ain't hot garbage?

Angel Dust: Fuck you! This is classy art!

He gestures with two hands at the TV screen.

Angel Dust on TV: OH! FUUUCK!

Co-star slaps Angel's butt and bites it. Sir Pentious covers his eyes when he sees while Niffty lies on her stomach on the table with smile, kicking her legs back and forth as she continues watching. Y/N shivers as he could hear what was happening. Vaggie patted his back.

Husk: That's bullshit. You get drunk and bitch about them all the time. Everyone likes to bitch to the bartender. I know everything about you and these motherfuckers at this point.