𝗠𝗔𝗡 𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥 ; hazbin hotel

03

𝗠𝗔𝗡 𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥

❝𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻' 𝘂𝗻𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝘁.❞

▬▬TRIGGER WARNING:
SLIGHT GORE, BLOOD,
VIOLENCE, MIND LANGUAGE

MAN EATER!
ACT 000: CHAPTER 03
Crushed

ANGEL DUST WAS a bit skeptical of you. Your smile didn't quite suit the aura that was radiating off of you, but nonetheless, he pushed those thoughts away and extended a hand in greeting. "Hey, toots," he drawled, his voice full of confidence. "I'm Angel Dust; it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, and my friend over here is Cherri Bomb." His charm effortlessly filled the atmosphere.
 
You weren't a fool when you saw him being hesitant of you, skeptical even. You almost felt a grin crawling its way up to your face, but you suppressed it by masking it with a cheery persona, a charm that can easily deceive others in a blink of an eye. It tricked humans while you were still alive. How would this not work with sinners who were once humans back when they were still alive?
 
You smiled almost genuinely towards him, hoping to ease his apprehension with a warm smile and upbeat demeanor. "Nice to meet you two!" you remarked, setting your fan down next to your shot and shaking his hand, to which he returned. The girl beside him suddenly took a gasp, gaining both your attention.
 
"Are those fucking Golden Fans?" Cherri Bomb asked, in total awe, about the glimmering fan under the flashing lights of the bar. You slightly perked up at the sound of her question, grinning at her enthusiastic question, your sharp teeth flashing in front of them. "Ah! Well yes! It is quite obvious." Your acerbic comment towards her question made Angel dust snicker while Cherri Bomb playfully scoffed, blushing in embarrassment.
 
"Ya, bitch! You have to tell me where you got them!" She exclaimed, chugging down her alcohol in one go. You laughed and swiftly grabbed one of your fans, which caught both of them off guard by how fast it happened. You flickered it open and covered your grin with it. "Unfortunate for you, my dear, I can't exactly tell you how I got them, but instead I arrived in hell with them." You sadly cooed, fanning yourself slowly.
 
"Wha'ddya mean you arrived with them?"
 
"Hey, Angel Dust!"
 
Cherri Bomb, who was interrupted by some random sinner, seemingly drunk at that too, couldn't help but growl. You quickly noticed that he had a growing tent underneath his pants. Your eyebrows crease into your pale skin. You already know where this is going.
 
Angel Dust groaned and looked over his shoulder. "What do you fuckin' want?" "I need you to help me with my bone, please," he slurred out, pulling out a stack of his cash. Angel cringed and immediately declined. "Not the fuckin' time. Gotta pass it up," he flatly said, sipping on his shot. "Now fuck off, will 'ya?" The sinner scoffed and darted his attention toward you and Cherri Bomb. You slightly narrowed your eyes, your smile not once wavering behind your fan. You wanted to see what events would occur.
 
"Hey there, ladies, how about you, huh? How 'bout you help me with my little problem?" he offered, his words dragging alone with his sultry tone, walking towards Cherri Bomb and you, placing a hand on Cherri Bomb's shoulder. Cherri Bomb slightly scoffed and flicked off his hand. "Fuckin' pass, I'm here to spend tje night with my friend. So, like Angie said, fuck off, will 'ya?" The sinner momentarily scoffed at their stubbornness, already growing frustrated. Unfortunately, he directed his attention to you. "How 'bout you, pretty lady? Come help me with my little problem?" You felt your eyes twitch, but nonetheless, you offered him a tight smile.
 
You suddenly let out a childish chuckle, as if you were making a mockery of him and his desperate attempts, which he slightly scoffed at. You flickered your fan closed, looking him dead in the eyes with narrowed eyes, your rainbow eyes reflecting off of his own eyes. "No thank you! You reek of odor! Even a dead corpse would be embarrassed by the stench you're making!" Your childish remarks made Angel snicker while Cherri Bomb laughed. He scoffed, feeling embarrassed, a bubbling anger ready to burst in his chest. "Oh, c'mon! I'll pay you!" He desperately pleaded, placing a hand on your shoulder. Oh, how poor choices will always have their consequences.
 
With one swift movement, his hand went flying towards the dancefloor; trails of blood could be seen by the detached limb. The sinner held his amputated arm, thick crimson red oozing its way out and slowly dripping down on the boot, creating a small puddle of blood. He shakily gasped at the sight after seeing a pale, bloodied hand with long, blue fingernails raised in the air, where his detached limb was seen earlier. "You know," the Sinner directed his attention to you. He was startled when he saw you staring at him darkly, a menacing grin attached to your features. Before he could let out the scream that bubbled in his throat when the agonizing pain of his amputated arm hit him, you quickly cuffed his cheeks with your bloodied hand, shutting him up entirely.
 
"It's not really advice-able to lay your hands on a woman as you please." With a mischievous grin crawling its way up to your features, you softly uttered those words. It was like honey to anyone present around you, but they knew it wasn't as sweet as honey after seeing the sadistic tendency flashing through your rainbow-colored eyes. It only glistened with mischief. Your eyes trailed towards the strawberry blonde girl, who still had her jaw wide open.
 
"Hm? Cherri bomb, You can close your mouth now, dear."
 
"That was fuckin' unbelievably hot."