Hellbound (Hazbin Hotel x Reader)

Chapter 14 : A Proposition

I slowly stir from my slumber, with a yawn, I reach over to the nightstand and grab my phone, blinking away the grogginess as I check for any messages. To my surprise, there was a few texts from Vox waiting for me, their contents lighting up the screen in front of me. I quickly open the messages and begin to read.

'Good morning, hope you slept well. Just wanted to say thank you for the other night. I had a great time and I hope you did too. Let's do it again sometime, yeah?'

Promptly followed by another message, with a picture attached. It's a picture of Vark, looking up at the camera with big, soulful eyes. The text accompanying the photo reads. 'Vark misses you already. Can't wait to see you again soon'

With a fond smile, I quickly type out a reply, thanking Vox for the adorable picture and expressing my own longing to see him and Vark again soon. As I hit send, I glance at the time and realize with a start that I've slept in far later than I intended, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the room. Before I have a chance to dwell on the late start to the day, Angel bursts into the room with his usual flair. "Hey there, sleepyhead!" he exclaims, his voice brimming with energy. "Guess what? We're going out!". I raise an eyebrow in surprise, wondering what he has instore for me. "Where are we going?" I ask. He grins mischievously, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "We're going to a club and meeting up with a friend of mine" he replies, "Her name is Cherry Bomb and let me tell you, she's a blast!". With a laugh, I quickly get ready, eager to see what adventure the day may hold with Angel and his mysterious friend. As we head into the bustling streets of hell, I feel excitement building in the pit of my stomach, excited for what the day holds.

Angel and I make our way to the club where were meeting Cherry Bomb, the pulsating beat of the music grows louder with each step, filling the air with an upbeat energy. Neon lights flash in vibrant hues, casting a kaleidoscope of colours across the darkened alleyways, beckoning us in. As we step through the doors of the club, I'm engulfed in a whirlwind of sights and sounds. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and alcohol mixing with the aroma of perfumes and colognes, creating an intoxicating blend. The club itself is a chaotic mix of flashing lights, swirling smoke and writing bodies that move in time with the music. The dance floor is a sea of bodies, pulsating and swaying in rhythm to the beat, while the bar is a hive of activity, with patrons clamouring for drinks. Amidst the chaos, Angel leads me towards the bar, weaving effortlessly through the crowds with the grace of a seasoned dancer. As we reach the bar, he flashes a smile at the bartender and order us a pair of shots. As the bartender prepares our drinks, I get my phone out, Vox gave me Velvette's number but I forgot the text her yesterday. "Hey, Velvette, it's me, the half-naked girl from Vox's kitchen the other day, he gave me your number, to stay in contact". I hit send, when I look up from the phone the shots slide across the counter. I reach out and grab mine, the cool glass slipping between my fingers as I raise it in a silent toast to the night ahead.

As the music pulsates through the crowded club, Cherry Bomb makes her grand entrance, her pink hair standing out from the crowd, with a pony tail of pink hair standing tall atop her head, she exudes an aura of boldness and eccentricity that instantly commands attention. Her outfit is a daring combination of ripped black and bright pink tight clothing, clinging to all her curves in all the right places. But it's her eye that catches my attention – a single eye, like Nifty's with an X as her pupil. It glints with mischief, reflecting the wild and untamed nature of its owner. She approaches us with a swagger in her step, her Australian accent rings out loud and clear. "Angie, ya bitch, it's been bloody ages!" she exclaims, her voice loud and boisterous. "How have you been fuckhead? Ready to raise some hell tonight?". "I've been alright Sugar Tits, this is my friend, we met not too long ago and let me tell you, she is one hell of a party animal". Cherry's eyes light up with interest as she takes in my appearance, a devilish grin spreading across her lips, "You've got that look about you, like you're ready to tear up the town. I like it". I can't help but return Cherry's grin with one of my own, her energy is infectious. With a playful wink, she looks at me and Angel, "Let's show this town what we're made of, shall we?".

As the night wear on, the shots keep coming, amidst the chaos and laughter, I seize the moment to capture the madness, pulling out my phone and snapping a picture of the three of us. With a mischievous grin, I attach the photo to a text and send it off to Vox, along with a playful message:
'Hey Vox, wish you were here to join in the fun! Clubbing in hell is wild, you're missing out!'

As the message sends, I can't help but imagine Vox's reaction to our antics, wondering if he'll be amused or envious of our night out. I feel a buzz in my pocket, I pull out my phone and glance at it, expecting to see a response from Vox, only to find a message from Velvette.

'I'm pretty sure you're at the club im at, mind if I come say hello?' her text reads.

A grin spreads across my face as I read her message, delighted by the unexpected turn of events, I stick my back in my pocket, awaiting her arrival. I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn to see Velvette's familiar face beaming at me. "Hey there, darling!" she exclaims over the music, her voice filled with excitement "Mind if I join you?". I welcome her eagerly "Of course not!" I reply, gesturing for her to join me on the dance floor. "We've been having a blast. Come join the party!". Velvette slips seamlessly into our midst, her movements fluid and graceful as she matches our rhythm. "You've gained quite the attention from Valentino and Vox recently" she observes, a playful glint in her eye. "Both the boys seem to have their eyes on you". I laugh at her comment, the music drowning out our conversation as we continue to dance. "Honestly, not a clue why or how?" I reply with a shrug. She grins wickedly as she leans in closer, her voice barely audible over the music. "You know" she says with a wink, "maybe I should try and convince you to work with me instead. Can't let Val and Vox have all the fun with you, now, can we?". I chuckle at her jest, curiosity piqued, I lean in closer. "So, what exactly would I be doing for you?" I inquire, genuinely interested in learning more. Velvette's lip curves into a sly smile as she meets my gaze. "Well, darling" she begins, her voice dripping with theatrical flair, "I could see you doing a bit of modelling for me, just not is those hideous clothes!". I raise an eyebrow, intrigued by her suggestion, offended by the remark about my clothes. They aren't that bad, are they? "Modelling, huh?" I echo, excitement flickering within me. "What kind of modelling are we talking about?". Her grin widens, "Oh, you know, a bit of this, a bit of that. I have a few projects in mind that could use someone with your... unique charm". I can't help but be flattered by her confidence in me. "If you're interested, you can swing by the studio tomorrow" she suggests. I consider her offer carefully, "Sure, why not?" I reply a smile. Going for a look can't hurt. "I'd love to come check it out. Thanks for the invite, Velvette".

As the night comes to an end, the three of us – Angel, Cherry and I, stumble our way back to the hotel, we make our way into Angel's eccentrically decorated room. With a collective sigh of relief, we flop onto Angel's bed, the soft mattress dipping in with out weight. In the corner of the room, a little pig named Fat Nuggets snores softly in his ed, his pudgy forma comforting presence in the room. Cherry giggles as she cuddles Fat Nuggets, scratching him behind the ear as he snuffles contentedly. "I love this little guy" she exclaims, her voice filled with affection, "He's the best cuddle buddy". Angel nods in agreement, a fond smile on his lips as he reaches over to pet him. "Yeah, he's a real charmer" he says, "Always knows how to brighten up the room". As we settle into bed, Fat Nuggets nestled between us, a sense of warmth and camaraderie fills the room. As sleep claims us one by one, we drift off into dreams, safe and content in the warmth of Angels room.