Bound (Hazbin Hotel x Male Reader)

Chapter 3

The last few months of the year went by in a flash for (Y/N). His days not wielding much interest, other than the two girls he's met who talks to him atleast twice a week.

Cherri and Carmilla has admittedly made their way onto his weekly schedule. Both inviting him to hang out or to speak about their troubles with. He was definitely humbled at the fact that they trust him this much, Carmilla more so than Cherri due to her overlord status, although he does feel like he's not really worth all the attention. But he manages to put that thought aside most of the time.

The two are definitely quite the contrast from one another in terms of their idea of fun. One is very chaotic and likes to leave destruction wherever she goes. It doesn't change much when she's with him either, although it's considerably dialed down she still keeps her active and overall reckless demeanor.

On the other hand, Carmilla is more controlled and prefers to keep things low profile. Choosing to mostly talk in her office and have a drink, or if she feels like it, take you to a restaurant to eat and have a walk around different parts of the city afterwards.

It's a weird back and forth for (Y/N) and he's not to sure how he even got to this situation in the first place. He was planning on asking them 'why' the next time he meets up with them but he tried not to worry about it for the time being.

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Walking casually around the streets of pentagram city while holding groceries, (Y/N) was looking around at the many flying beings in the sky. Zipping back and forth and killing the sinners all around him. It wasn't a 'normal' day in hell today as the numbers on the clocktower reads 000 which corresponds to the number of days that the next cleanse will be.

To think that (Y/N) was in this situation just because he forgot that there was a cleanse today was beyond stupid. Yet here he was, getting a close up look of the slaughter going on outside that he normally sees from his window.

Hearing a scream ahead, (Y/N) saw a lone sinner running for her life only to be tackled by an exorcist right in front of him. The angel raised her blade ready to end the poor sinner as (Y/N) sorrowfully watched. Swinging the blade down, it all appeared to be in slow motion for (Y/N), his thoughts filled with sadness and pity, but without noticing, his body started moving on it's own.

Dropping his bags and reaching out for the blade, (Y/N) was ready to stop the execution from happening. But just as he was mere inches away from saving the poor sinner, glowing white chains emerge from the ground with cuffs attaching itself to his wrist and a force pulling him back. Coming to his senses, he didn't want to give up, pulling as hard as he can to the point where it seemed like the chains were close to breaking.

Reaching and getting closer to the sword, (Y/N) felt hope and had a surge of confidence to push further. That was until more chains appear from the ground, locking him in place and a powerful pull was felt on them, shocking him with the force, getting him off balance and pulling him a few feet away.

In a last attempt he held out his hand and tried to summon his shield. Yellow light glowed from his hand seemingly working, only for it to fade away just as quickly as it appeared. An image of Mary then suddenly flashed for a second where the sinner was, she was reaching out for him looking scared and helpless.

"NO!!!" He shouted trying to reach out to her but couldn't. Feeling the cold sidewalk touch his skin was enough for him to see time normally with a slash and a thud quickly being heard afterwards. (Y/N) has a look of shock on his face, his breathing heavy as he processed what just happened.

Although while he was contemplating the events that transpired, the exorcist's head turns quickly towards him. Having heard his shout, she was ready to make another kill. Turning her body fully and slowly making her way over, her bloody sword by her side, the round right eye with an 'x' over it and the twisted smile loomed over his figure.