Overlord Of Music: Hazbin Hotel Oc Story

Masquerade

[The episode opens with Angel Dust waking up in a dimly lit room, tied up to a chair. He tries to budge free but fails. His captor paces around him.]

Captor: Finally awake, Angel Dust.

[Angel glowers but eventually regains his confident smile.]

Angel Dust: Yeah, and what's it to ya?

[Captor holds a knife against Angel's face.]

Captor: I want you to tell me where your boss stashes his vault.

Angel Dust: *laughs, unbothered* It's hilarious you think I'd tell you anything.

[The captor grabs Angel off the ground by the neck.]

Captor: Fine! I guess I'll just have to fuck the information out of ya.

Angel Dust: *Stares defiantly* Do your worst. *Breaks into a seductive smile* Daddy~

[The captor rips his shirt open and engages in sexual intercourse with Angel, revealing this is a porn film played on the hotel's TV.]

Angel Dust (onscreen): Oh, yeah, baby~

[Cuts to Sir Pentious and Charlie watching creeped out, Vaggie annoyed and Niffty and Bell rather interested.]

Angel Dust: You know, this performance won me a Sex-x-xi award.

Charlie: It's, uh... Very... Honest?... Oh. *Charlie turns away, nauseous and tries to shield her eyes with her right hand.*

Vaggie: Ew.

[Charlie peeks from her fingers back at the TV screen before turning her head away to avoid watching with her hand covering her mouth this time.]

Angel Dust (onscreen): Oh, harder, daddy~

Bell: I've watched this one before. *Smirks*

Vaggie: Okay! Enough of that.

[Vaggie tries to help Charlie by covering the side of her face with her own hand so she doesn't have to see the TV screen. She turns her head to Angel Dust with a disapproving and unamused stare.]

Vaggie: Angel, what the fuck?

Angel Dust: What? You said was show-and-tell day. I'm showin' you my best film, and I'm tellin you that it scored me a win over that bitch, Tiffany Titfucker.

[Husk is seen cleaning and wiping a wine glass.]

Husk: Ya know, not a very convincing interrogation scene.

Angel Dust: *laughs, pissed off* Alright, dickhead. What makes you think you have any right to insult my work to my fuckin' face?

Husk: You really gonna sit there and act like these scripts ain't hot garbage?

Angel Dust: *Gasps* Fuck you! This is classy art! [Gestures with two hands at the TV screen]

Angel Dust (onscreen): OH! FUUUCK!

[Co-star slaps Angel's butt and bites it. Sir Pentious covers his eyes when he sees while Niffty lies on her stomach on the table with smile, kicking her legs back and forth as she continues watching with Bell watching nonchalantly.]

Husk: That's bullshit. You get drunk and bitch about them all the time. Everyone likes to bitch to the bartender. I know everything about you and these motherfuckers at this point.

*Gestures to Sir Pentious* That one. That one is an insecure buffoon whose lonely ass watches you idiots sleep!

*To Charlie* Princess, is a bleeding heart who wants to solve everybody else's problems 'cept her own.

Charlie: What?! No, I-- What? Pfffft, no, no. *Vaggie just stares at her silently.*

Husk: *to Vaggie* This one. *She turns her attention away from Charlie and scowls at Husk, growling under her breath.* Judges everyone and everything because she hates herself.

[Vaggie frowns before groaning.]

Husk: *Gestures to Bell* That one. *he looks husk in the eyes showing no emotion* He's only here for the free room.

Bell: *Growls quietly and looks back to the tv*

Husk: [Gestures to Niffty who smiles mischievously.] And Niffty? Hehhh... You don't even want to know what her deal is.

[Husk drinks from his bottle of whiskey/wine he is holding as Angel laughs and kicks his legs.]

Angel Dust: You weren't kidding. Oh ho, wow!

[Angel laughs in front of Vaggie's face briefly while she is still frowning before sitting himself down on the couch's arm.]

Angel Dust: Kitten's got claws.

[He gestures claws with his hand while looking to the side at Husk flirtatiously, causing his eyes to widen and his eyebrows to raise at that. Angel places his hand underneath Husk's chin, turning his head to face him closely as his hand adjusts against his cheek with his other holding the bottom of Husk's hand.]

Angel Dust: *Sexily* Meow~

[Husk immediately breaks away from his grasp and points at Angel with his index finger, rather annoyed, causing Angel's eyes to widen and eyebrows to rise in surprise from the sudden move.]

Husk: And you! *Scoffs* Don't get me started. I see right through you and all this bullshit and how fake you are.

Angel Dust: Oh ho ho, me? Fake? Wow, I had no idea. Guess that's why I'm an actor, dumbass. And-- *Phone vibrates and rings* Hold that thought.

Bell: *Whispers to Husk* 20 bucks says it Valentino.

Husk: No.

Bell: Aww.

Angel Dust: *answers the phone* Hello? Uh, yeah I'm-I'm... No, No, I just, I... *Nervously* No, I-I'm not... But, uh... Yeah, I'll be right there.

Angel Dust: Well, uh... Looks like Val needs me for an... Uh-- emergency shoot.

Husk: Uh-huh, sure.

Angel Dust: You know what? Fuck you. I don't give a shit what some drunk ass bartender thinks a' me. *Pulls out glasses/shades from chest fluff* So why don't you just crawl back to whatever cave you came from, porn critic. *Husk growls annoyed at his comment as Angel flips him off and puts on his glasses/shades. Husk growls and glares at him.*

Charlie: *Sprints after Angel* Angel, you can't leave yet. *Tries to stop him from leaving by taking his hands and gently leading him back to the lobby.* We haven't finished our exercises for the day.

Angel Dust: I'm sure you'll manage without me. *Walks back over to the door to leave, grabs the handle, and opens it.*

[Charlie sprints back after him and closes the door with her back, trying to block him from leaving.]

Charlie: There isn't much time left for the hotel to prove itself.

[Angel places his hands on his hips and waist growing annoyed before facepalming trying to remain calm before taking off his glasses/shades with one hand and placing another on Charlie's shoulder.]

Angel Dust: Dollface, it's my job. I know you want to fix everything but unless you can fix my boss, there's nothing you can do.

[Charlie frowns at what he said Angel moves her out of the way to the door, opens it, puts his glasses/shades back on, and slams the door and leaves.]

Charlie: Uuugh, why is this so haaaard? What am I doing wrong?

Vaggie: Well, I mean... You're the princess of Hell.

Charlie: So?

Vaggie: So, you don't really use the power that comes with that, which I love about you, but maybe you can... I don't know, command a little more... Authority?

Charlie: *Whines* But that's so meeeeaaan.

Vaggie: It's not mean exactly. It's... Uh aggressive kindness.

Charlie: Okay... I could be so aggressively kind to Angel's boss... That I convince him to let Angel spend more time at the hotel!

Vaggie: Sure, whatever gets you there, babe.

Bell: Thats a bad idea Vaggie. I know Val, he won't be happy with this.

Vaggie: *Whispers to Bell* That's why you're going with her.

Bell: *Flabbergasted* Wait, what?

[Cuts to Angel working at the porn studio. Valentino supervises and Travis appears as a director.]

Angel Dust: Ohhh! Daddy, I... Uhhhh?...

[Angel reaches behind and underneath one of the pillows and grabs a paper to re-read the script before scoffing.]

Angel Dust: Do you really expect me to memorize this whole script?

Valentino: Just improv it! You think anyone watches for the dialogue? *points to Travis, who nervously smiles and shakes his head.* Action!

[A gang of four demons slam the door open and enter the room, preparing to initiate the sex scene as raunchy music plays.]

Angel Dust: Oh, no. So many burglars... *Sexily* And only one me! Whatever shall I do? *Angel quickly glances back at the script before hiding it and setting it aside.* I guess I'll have to do all of you!

[One demon grabs and pins Angel to the bed.]

Angel Dust: Ohh. So what are you gonna do to me?

[Angel hears the door squeak open as Charlie and Bell suddenly enter the studio his eyes widen in a panic.]

Angel Dust: Bell?!? Charlie?!?

Rocky: Uh, my name's Rocky.

Angel Dust: *Pushes Rocky off of him and off of the bed as he sits up.* No one gives a shit.

Charlie: Oh, so this is where the magic happens.

Bell: Yep. Never thought i'd be back in this shit hole.

[As Charlie looks around she nearly bumps into a female Hellhound actor who just got done taking her bra off. Charlie blushes and shuffles back quickly and awkwardly from how close she accidentally was to her.]

Charlie: Oh, wow, that is-- *Charlie gasps and her blush disappears as she sees another male actor get slathered in mud.* That is a lot.

[Angel then appears, putting on a robe and gently takes Charlie by her hand diverting her attention while he still sounds panicked.]

Angel Dust: What in the ever-loving fuck are you two doing here?!

Bell: I'm acting as her bodyguard.

Charlie: And I am the Princess of Hell, Angel. And I go where I please. *Whispers in a soft tone.* I'm here to get you some time off for the hotel. Now, where's your boss?

[Just as Charlie looks around and is about to walk away Angel tries to gently but firmly grab her by the hand and pulls her away, frightened.]

Angel Dust: Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. You are going nowhere near Val--

Valentino: Angel! What is the fucking hold up?

Angel Dust: I'm coming!

Valentino: Not off-camera, you're not!

Bell: Fucking ew.

[Angel gently pushes Charlie back towards the door and opens it as she stands there.]

Angel Dust: *Panicked and talking fast.* Please, please, just wait, wait until I'm done working and we will talk about this, I promise. But first you've gotta go.

Valentino: *Appears behind Angel as he flinches.* Aaaah, Your Majesty...

Angel Dust: *Whispers.* Oh, shit.

Valentino: *Walks over to them.* Welcome to my humble sex dungeon. *He pushes Angel behind him as he bends down and leans towards Charlie.* What can I do for such a-- *He takes Charlie's left arm and pulls up her suit sleeve as he lecherously licks and slurps Charlie's arm, leaving a trail of his saliva.*

[Bell pulls Charlies arm away from Valentino and glares at him]

Valentinio: Oh? Seems like the kitty is back.

Bell: *Growls*

[Angel looks away disgusted.]

Charlie: *Slides Bell over to talk to Valentino*

Valentino: You don't want a role, do you? Because I can make you a star, make us both richer than, well, your papito--

Charlie: [Backs away, shocked and disgusted.] Fuck noooo! - Uh, I-I'm sorry. I have come to aggressively, kindly speak with you about Angel.

[Valentino stiffened slightly when she mentioned that, eyes narrowed and an eyebrow raised in suspicion as Angel waves his hands and gestures for her to stop from behind him.]

Charlie: Later, of course. I wouldn't want to stand in the way of your work.

[Valentino snaps his head to the side, peering over his shoulder and scowls at Angel as he grows more worried.]

Valentino: Well then, make yourself comfortable, Your Majesty, and enjoy the show. *Motions the film crew back to the shoot as he walks back to his chair and sits beside Travis.* Well, let's take this shit from the top!

Travis: *Laughs* Action!

Angel Dust: Oh, wow, mister robbers. I sure hope you don't hurt me with those... Big guns of yours.

Robber: Don't move, you spicy little, uuh, cock sleeve or else I'll... [Pans to Charlie whispering to the cameraman about the hotel with Bell trying to stop her.]

Charlie: *whispering* We do trust exercises everyday in the morning...

Bell: *whispering* Charlie stop talking.

Valentino shouts: CUT! What the fuck is going on with this?

Charlie: Ooh, I'm sorry, Were we too loud? We were just telling him about the Hazbin Hotel.

Bell: We?!

Valentino: *Fakes a smile.* Not at all, Princess! [He glares and gnashes at Angel as he shrinks forward a bit, knowing this isn't good for him.] It doesn't bother me one bit.

Charlie: You know, this scene feels awfully violent. If you want help with the script, maybe I can pitch some scenarios that are more whole-- Woah!

[Charlie screams and trips over a cable and the electricity crackles.]

Charlie: Okay. Okay. Ah, ah okay, *She tries reaching to fix it but the cables and wires catch fire and begins to spread as she backs away from it. Angel and the four male actors are seen watching, eyes wide.* That's on fire. That-that, that's on fire.

Angel Dust: *The crew and actors scream and flee while Angel remains on the bed, backing up against the pillows, and eyes still wide.* Oh shit...

[Everyone runs away screaming as the room burns down. Charlie tries to put out the fire to no avail. Valentino glares at Angel Dust menacingly, believing he's the cause of this mess.]

Charlie: Oh, god. Okay uh do you have any--

[Charlie grabs and picks up the corner of furry carpet in attempt to put out the fire.]

Bell: God damn it! *Bell tries to reach Angel but is stopped by fire*

[Valentino watches everything play out, eyes wide before he grits his teeth and stands up from his chair in annoyance.]

Charlie in the middle of the fire: Can I get a fire extinguisher? *Charlie takes off her suit jacket and begins swaying it up and down trying to put out the fire but still to no avail as the screams and running continue.* I am so sorry. I ruined your movie. I ruined your movie. *Angel watches everything as he sits on the bed still backed against the pillows blinking with a mortified expression as his pupils shrink when he sees Valentino's dark figure standing still in the midst of the fire, glaring at him.* Oh, my God. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm s-s-s-s-s-sorry! Noooooo!

[Valentino growls and flaps his wings once and extinguishes the fire in an instant. Angel sits up and gets off of the bed quickly, reaching underneath, grabbing and putting on his robe.]

Angel Dust: Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck...

Bell: *Grabs Angel's arm.* Oh thank god. You hurt?

Angel Dust: Not Yet... *Angel pulls his arm away from Bell*.

Bell: *Not releaizing what he means.* Huh?

Charlie: *Still with suit jacket off.* Oh, my gosh, I am so, so, so, so sorry, I-- I can clean this up. I-- I can--

Valentino: *Walks up to Charlie and bends in front of her to her eye level.* Don't you worry your pretty blonde head about it. We have people for that. *Turns to Angel.* Angel... can I see you in your dressing room for a moment?

[Angel runs off to Val, leaving a concerned Charlie. She reaches to stop him but doesn't. As Angel enters the dressing room worried and scared, a fuming Valentino appears from behind the door, slamming it shut, approaching Angel menacingly as Angel turns around with his hands raised up in defense trying to immediately explain.]