Assassin's Will (Hazbin Hotel)

Chapter 2: The Present

⚠️swearing⚠️

"You can count on me
Like one, two, three, I'll be there
And I know when I need it
I can count on you
Like four, three, two, and you'll be there
'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, ah yeah" ~ count on me by Bruno Mars

The call of the rooster awakens me in the early morning.
I stagger out of bed, my feet making no noise as I make my way to the door. I push the door open; it creaking on old wooden hinges. I Squint against the early morning rays. Green grass, blue skies, fluffy clouds, and the smell of fresh soil, mixed with the early morning due, is what greeted me beyond the front door.
I took a step over the threshold, dirt, and grass crunching underneath my bare feet. Without even thinking about it, my legs carried me to my mother.
She was humming quietly, her old dress billing in the spring breeze; as she picked some of the wild strawberries.
"morning mama." I say quietly, my voice small, and out of place in the natural world around us.
Mama turns, and smiles; holding out her arms for a hug.
"morning Hugo." Mama replies, as I step into her warm embrace, her voice like honey to my ears.
I gasp awake, as all of the wind was knocked out of my lungs, a heavy, and familiar weight settling on my chest.
"Wh-wha-..." I splutter, wings flared to either side of me.
I take a moment to catch my breath, and then I glare at the flame colored Griffin like sinner, perched on my chest. Their red eyes glimmering with amusement, a grin etched on their beak.
"What the hell Sparks!" I exclaim.
Sparks giggled, his lion like tail flicking with amusement.
Sparks is a griffin looking sinner, that I met around two years ago. Her fur, and feathers are the color of fire. eyescrimson, with golden pupils. The feathers that act as their hair, usually spiky and unkempt. Wings a dark, mute shade of orange. Today he is wearing a long sleeved T-shirt, and a pair of shorts.
"Just be happy, Johnny talked me out of lighting you on fire again." Sparks replied, rolling off of me, and snuggling into my side.
"Oh, 'cause that's so much better." I replied sarcastically, wrapping an arm around the smaller sinner.
"Oh come on Jupiter, it wasn't that bad." Sparks shot back, draping a wing across my middle.
"Oh no!" I exclaimed, a smile tugging at my beak. "You don't get to knock the wind out of me, and then snuggle up to me, as if you're not a menace to the entirety of Hell." I said, before reaching a talon around to start tickling at his sides.
Sparks started to laugh uncontrollably; squirming under my tickle attack.
"AH! Dad no!" Spark exclaimed, attempting to wiggle away.
"Fight me like the man you might be!" I exclaimed, before realizing that they called me 'Dad'. "Wait, what?" I paused, before getting tackled, by roughly 100 pounds of moron.
"HAHAH!!!" She exclaimed. "father you fool! You fell to my accidental trickery!!!"
"Well jokes on you tiny peasant!" I exclaimed theatrically, adopting a British accent. "I'm not even ticklish!!!"
Sparks gasps dramatically, falling back into the sheets; splaying out across my bed dramatically.
"How shall I ever recover from this..." Sparks broke character, trying to think of the right words. "Shit... I got nothing." Sparks sat up, wings folding to his back.
I heard the, clip clop, of hooves, and a sigh from outside my doorway.
"Are you two done bein' asinine?" Johnny inquired from the doorway, in his familiar, low southern draw. "Or, are ya waitin' for breakfast to get cold?"
Johnny, is a sinner, I met soon after he died in 1995. He looks relatively human, except for the fact that he is built like a Sader, horse edition. His upper half is decidingly human like, except for his black eyes, with yellow pupils in the shapes of sons. He has two toughs of hair on his head, that look like hair, but are actually ears; His hair is dark gray, his ears are black. His skin tone is dark brown, with a slight maroon hue. His bottom half is that of a horse, complete with the tail. The fur on his legs are black, with his hooves being a maroon. His tail is the same shade of dark gray as his hair. He is wearing darkly colored overalls, with a black shirt underneath; his cowboy hat perched on his head.
"Horse man!" Sparks exclaimed, bounding over to Johnny; paws making next to, no noise, on the carpet floors.
"You didn't tell Jupiter breakfast was done, did ya." Johnny side, shaking his head, clearly not surprised by the younger thespian.
"I didn't even know we were having breakfast together this time!" I piped up, hopping off the bed; pausing a moment to feel the carpet under my hooves.
"Why am I not surprised." Johnny sighed, with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"That means we need to get more unpredictable." I stated jokingly, walking up to Sparks' side; nudging them with a wing.
"You really don't." Johnny deadpanned, before turning around. "Breakfast is in the kitchen." he grumbled, before he trotted down the hall.