Redemptious Sin ~A Hazbin Hotel Fanfic~

Leads

It had been a long night.
Poppy trudged up to the doors, finding it hard to walk straight and keep gerself from tripping over her own feet. She found it difficult to walk with her body in the state it was in. She took in sharp breaths and managed to open the door with as weak as her arms were.
Husker saw this and rushed to her aid.
"Whoa, who fucked you up?"
She seethed in pain, "Everyone in the circle."
Poppy was glad Husker was around to help her and he helped her get a seat at the bar counter.

"Would you like anything?"
"Something strong."
"Whiskey?"
She shook her head, "Stronger."
Husker bent down and pulled out a bottle of Fireball.
"That'll do."
Husker fetched a glass but Poppy immediately grabbed the bottle and took a swig. The burning sensation ran down her throat creating a trail of cinnamon and fire.
She set the bottle down but kept a firm grasp on the bottle.

Thats when Husker took a look over her.
She glistened from sweat with drops of blood staining her blue skin and clothes. There were also wet spots that dotted her clothes as well. But it was her missing arm that had been violently torn from the stitching at her elbow.
"Um, Poppy?" Husker asked.
She held up a hand, "I don't want to talk about it."
"At least tell me where your arm is." He growled.
"As a way to make sure I return, Valentino took it."
Hearing Valentino leave her mouth caused the hairs on Husker's head stand up.
"What the fuck are you doing with Valentino?"
"Husker." Poppy growled, slamming her free hand on the counter, "I just said I don't want to fucking talk about it."
They both glared into one another's eyes.

An aggressive standoff between the two.
"Fine. It's not my problem." He told her.
Poppy took another down of Fireball when the sound of laughter entered the hall.
She growled deeply and rose from her chair, "I'm going to bed."
She hobbled to the staircase just as the door opened. She didn't move fast enough to avoid eye contact she had as Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb entered the hotel; clearly drunk.

Angel stopped laughing with Poppy climbing the stairs.
"Come on, Angie. What's the hold up? We got more drinkin' to do." Cherri cheered.
"Good to see you two having a good time." Husker smiled.
Poppy turned her head away from the trio and continued her way up the stairs.

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Kenneth, with his mask off, was cleaning his long, glowing pink claw. The silence of the room was a change he could get used to. With his his mask off, his face hid in the shadows with the slow leak of black and green gas leaving from his nostrils. His mind was calm and empty, although he had been focusing on his next victim.

The sound of the doorknob being shaken, Kenneth quickly attached his mask to his face with the venomous smoke retreating back into his body. Poppy entered the room with a small limp. The light caught the lens of his glasses, catching her off guard.

"Oh, sorry. I hope I didn't wake you."

"I don't sleep much."

"Clearly."

The tone in her response caught his curious attention. The missing limb, the blood, and the wet spots were his primary focus.
"Who did this to you?"

"Please, Kenneth. Just drop it."

"Are those..cum spots?" He asked her.

"Kenneth." Poppy snapped, setting herself on the bed.

Kenneth watched with fascination as she took out a small travel sized sewing kit from a pocket of her pants. With ease, she stitched up the shreds of flesh into a stub that was her elbow.
"You won't tell me who did this, will you?" He questioned her.