PA to the Radio Demon

Chapter 9: The Meeting

I heard Charlie let out a scream of surprise as I landed face first into the ground. "Emmie, are you okay!" Charlie was at my side in a second "Yep." I grumble, not leaving my position on the ground. "Getting somewhat used to it." I groaned slowly, pushing my body up. "What?!"

Vaggie was on my right and Charlie was on my left circling their arms through mine and lifting me up. "What do you mean you're getting used to this?!" Vaggie snapped her gaze to the grinning man. "He's done this before?!"

"But of course," Alastor chuckles, "It's the easiest way to get my lovely assistant at my side." His grin grew at Vaggie's deadly glare. "Alastor you can't do this to Emmie!"

"Vaggie's right Alastor," I watched as the man's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Emmie while she is your assistant you can't just teleport her, she could have been seriously hurt." I squeezed some of what was my drink out of my hair on one of the many random plants. "It's okay Charles, it's not that bad." Alastor easily made his way towards my side and patted my head.

On the third pat my entire outfit and hairstyle had changed. My long hair turned curly and rested in nice waves over my shoulders. I apparently had a crimson red hat on my head, and the dress I now wore reminded me of a housewife. Apron and all.

'Why does he always make me look like a housewife?'

Looking around I found that Charlie had hung up a sign about Sir Pentious's one week at the hotel. Sir Pentious was standing off to the side of a steam punky cannon with his egg boys sitting on top looking ready for something.

"What the hell is that?" Vaggie snapped glaring at Sir Pentious. "Oh, hello, purple female." Razzle and Dazzle floated behind Charlie glaring at Sir Pentious, just daring him to do something to hurt their Charlie. "It's my new invention, the 'Skin Flayer Eleven Thousand.' I'm really looking forward to shooting the other residents." While Pentious was acting like an evil guy from the fifties, the egg boys ran off to get more supplies probably.

"What? Why?!" Charlie was nervous now. "Everyone here is being too nice. Obviously, it must be a lie. I can sense they are planning to kill me, but when? How? I must be prepared!" Smacking my head I let out a groan. "You're so stupid." I mutter mostly to myself. "Hush minion!"

Looking up from my hand I squinted my brows confused "What?" He ignored me completely. All I could do was stare dumbfounded "Minion? Why does... What?" Alastor's hand rested on my shoulder pulling me to his side, a slight chuckle in his voice. "Not a clue darling." he glares at the snake-like-man.

I didn't pay attention though, I'm still so confused.I didn't do anything that I know of for Sir Pentious to consider me his minion. "Oooh, the new parts of my machine are here." I shook my head trying to wrap my head around how Sir Pentious would think I'm his minion. "Uh of course. She's the top weapons dealer in Hell." Sir Pentious was giving Vaggie a look staring at her like she was crazy.

"Okay, well, that stops now." Vaggie stormed over to Sir Pentious's new pallet of weapons and started pushing it towards the door. "Hey!"

"You absolutely cannot build weapons in this hotel!" She snapped, stomping her foot to make her point. "People are being nice because they want you to feel welcome." Narrowing his eyes Sir Pentious looked over at the front desk seeing Husk chugging a random bottle before flipping him off and Nifty just turns around and laughs evilly.

"Hmmmm, I have my doubts." Shaking my head some of my now curly hair flew forward. "Well, it's true. You'll have to trust us." Vaggie snapped crossing her arms over her chest. "Well I don't."

Charlie jumped forward and got between her girlfriend and Sir Pentious. "Well, why don't we focus on that for today's activities?" It was so sweet she was trying to be a peacekeeper. "Hold on, not before we lay down some ground rules. No more building weapons, no more plotting against other guests. And you need to get rid of these things."