Vaggie: Hon, are we in some sort of fiduciary trouble?
Charlie: (imagines Vaggie dressed like a queen) Oh, Vaggie, my loyal girlfriend, of course not.
Mason walks up and she imagines him dressed like a prince.
Charlie: Mason, my little Prince.
Angel Dust walks up and she imagines him as a Forced Transformation victim with a rat's head and tail.
Charlie: And who could forget dear Ratboy?
Angel Dust: Ratboy? I resent that! (gnaws on doorframe)
Vaggie: Angel, I told you before, stop gnawing on the drywall.
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The Angel From Hell: Randomness
General FictionA bunch of Random Oneshots that are not canon to the Majoratron Hellverse.
