Hazbin Hotel: The Last Dragon (Charlie x Male Reader X Vaggie)

Radio Killed the Video Star

{Several Centuries Ago}

Asmodeus brought Y/n to a meeting between the Seven Deadly Sins, while Beelzebub was playing with the young dragon, the other sins discussed what to do.
Lucifer: Asmodeus, you will raise the child until he's ready to live on his own, okay?
Asmodeus: Of course, it would be my pleasure to.
Lucifer: Good. Maybe we can restore the Dragon's population someday.

{Present Day}

Charlie was pacing around the lobby of the hotel, while Y/n sat on the couch with Angel Dust and Vaggie sat in a chair across from him.
Charlie: Okay. So the extermination is coming in six months instead of a year. No big deal. Just a little setback. Nothing we can't handle. Just angels cutting our timetable in half. Because who needs a whole year to save souls, am I right? And next time, when they cut the time in half again and again, we'll just handle it, right?!
Vaggie got up and grabbed Charlie's shoulders.
Vaggie: Yes, we will.
Y/n got up and wrapped his wings around the two.
Angel: Oh, please, ya had less than half a chance when you started all this salvation bullshit. And now...Ain't no silver lining this time toots.
Charlie: Sure there is. We just have to look a little harder for it.
Angel: Well, while you're lookin, the rest of Hell is going nuts. People are already freaking out about the news. Look at what's happening in the Doomsday District.
Y/n: Aren't they always like that?
Valentino messaged Angel as he was showing Charlie his phone.
Charlie: Err, what is a "donkey show"?
Angel: Aah, heh, nothing. My boss, Val, is just freaked out about the news, too. Like I said, everyone's losing their shit.
Vaggie: Yeah, that's true. Sinners are desperate. Maybe desperate enough to try anything to escape the extermination?
Charlie gasped as she realized what Vaggie was saying.
Charlie: This is the perfect time to recruit more sinners for the hotel!
Angel: Cute idea and all, but you really going to go out in all of this?
Angel showed the three his phone, which was showing hell in complete chaos as Y/n folded his wings up again.
Y/n: I can go, my skin/scales can only be punctured by an angelic weapon.
Vaggie: How do you know that?
Y/n: ...Don't ask questions you don't want answers too.
Charlie: Well, it's not like people are just going to show up on our doorstep.
Just then, the wall behind them exploded, Y/n unfolded his wings to block some of the rubble and protect his girlfriends.
Sir Pentious: Show yourself, Alastor! Come and face--oh, there you are...Face my wrath!
Alastor: Who are you?
Y/n, Vaggie, Charlie, Angel, Husk, and Niffty went outside to see what was happening.
Sir Pentious: Who am I? Who am I? I am the great Sir Pentious! Inventor, architect of destruction, villain extraordinaire!
Alastor went down next to the rest of the group.
Egg Boi 1: Woo! You tell 'em, boss.
Niffty: Ooh, he's a bad boy.
Alastor: Huh, well if all that's true, you'd think I'd have heard of you.
Sir Pentious: I attacked you literally last week.
Alastor looks at him, confused.
Sir Pentious: We've done battle, like...20 times.
Alastor: Well, you must have been really bad at this.
Sir Pentious: Silence! Now cower! For when I've slain you, the almighty Vees will finally acknowledge me as their equal!
Niffty: Ooh! Wait, who are the Vees?
Alastor: Oh, nobody important.

{At V Tower}

TV Announcer: New ToxTek designer voyeur scopes. Peeping on the neighbors has never been more stylish. VoxTek. Trust us with your money.
The crowd runs inside to get the advertised drones.
TV: This week's episode of "Yeah I F*cked Your Sister, So What?" is brought to you by VoxTek. Trust us with your entertainment. VoxTek. Trust us. Trust us. Trust us. Trust us. Trust us. Trust us.
Vox: Now that's good television!
His maniacal laughter is interrupted by Velvette calling him, he casts the call from his TV head to one of the screens in his office.
Vox: Hello there, Velvette. How are you this hellish morning?
Velvette: Oh, cut the shit, Vox. I need you up here now!
Vox: Whatever could be the problem my dear?
Velvette: Your little boy toy is wrecking my department while I'm trying to pull together a show and--
Valentino: Fucking bitch!
Velvette: Just get your ass here. Now! Dammit Valentino!
The call then ends as Vox sighs and stands up from his chair.
Vox: Oh god, here I go. Valentino. Just another fuckin day with Val. Hey, hey, hey. Fuck my life.
He gets on an elevator and goes up, reamerging on the lobby, where reporters are waiting for him.
Reporters: Mr. Vox! Mr. Vox! Mr Vox, question for you over here. Mr Vox, what are your thoughts on the new extermination deadline?
Vox: My dear people, we at VoxTek Enterprises have always been at the forefront of innovation. And now with this new oncoming threat, we are shifting our focus to your protection. We are pleased to announce VoxTek Angelic Security is coming soon. Trust us with your safety.
He hypnotized the crowd as his right eye displayed A hypnotic pattern.
Assistant: Sir? Uh, when did we begin working on Angelic Security?
Vox: 30 seconds ago. Try to get that bitch Carmilla on the books and cancel all my appointments today. I have a fire to put out upstairs.
He turns into electricity and goes through one of the cameras, reappearing in Velvette's studio.
Velvette: Ugh. No. Unacceptable. You're fired. What is this? Wrist ruffles? Is it 1750? Burn it like the witches who wore it.
Vox: Oh, Velvette. I can see you're busy. Tell me, where's our hot headed friend now?
Velvette: Up in his tower, waiting for a flat-faced prince to calm him down.
Vox: And uh, what's got him so out of sorts today?
Velvette: Who knows? But he tore up my best model. And you know the show can't wait for that unlucky bitch to pull herself back together. Melissa, get over here!
The model ran up onto the stage as Velvette tried various outfits on here.
Velvette: No. No. Hideous. I want to die. Eww. Oh, yes. That's the one.
Vox: Well, looks like you have everything under control here.
Velvette: Of course I do. Fuck you. Now shoo! Take care of the piss baby.
Vox walks up to Valentino's penthouse, where two of Valentino's assistants open the doors for him. Vox walks in and they close the door behind him. Val is sitting on the couch, a red smoke covering him.
Valentino: Fuckin' finally!
He smashed his cup on the ground.
Val: Kitty, another drink!
The robot fizz bows and steps away.
Val: Can you believe what that piece of shit did? The ungrateful wh*re!
Vox: Um, which wh*re are we talking about this time?
Val: Fucking Angel Dust. Who the hell else would I be talking about? That fucking sl*t walked out on me. Me! I fucking made him. Without me, he's just a bag of meat with some mildly entertaining holes.
Vox: Angel quit?
Val: No, he didn't fucking quit. It's worse. He moved! He thinks he can just walk in here, work, and then go home somewhere else. Can you fucking believe that?! He thinks he can run off and shack up with Lucifer's b*mbo daughter?
Vox: Angel is living with Lucifer's daughter now?
Val: Yeah, that bitch. Chalkie, or Chandler, or...I don't know. Something mannish like that.
He reaches into his closet and pulls out two guns.
Val: She's got this hotel and...which of these makes me look s*xier?
Vox: What are you doing, Val? You're not going over there.
Val: That slippery twink is going to remember who owns him. I'm going to f*ck everyone in that rancid shithole, I swear to god.
Vox: VAL!
He then chuckles.
Vox: Think about it. Our brand is perfection. And what do you think chasing wh*res around town will do for our image?
Val: Uh...Fuck it up?
Vox: Right! Do you want people thinking you can't control your employees?
Val: No.
Vox: Exactly. And hey, you still have him under contract, he isn't going anywhere. So you should...?
Val: Do nothing?
Vox: Great idea! Now, that's why they pay you the big bucks.
Val: But I really wanted to shoot someone.
Vox: Well, let me call up the lowest earners this month.
Val: Oh, you know me too well.
He chuckles as Vox walks away.
Val: You know, Angel isn't the only one spending time at this ratty hotel with the devil's princessa and her Principe.
Vox: Oh, who else is there? Someone who owes you money?
Valentino chuckles again before responding.
Val: Someone who owes us much more than money. The Radio Demon is there.
Vox: What did you just say?
Val: You heard me.
Vox: Alastor came back, and he is with Lucifer's daughter, and that wasn't the first FUCKING THING YOU TOLD ME?!
Val: Hey, killing Alastor is your k*nk.
He turns on one of the TVs to show footage of the hotel.