Assassin's Will (Hazbin Hotel)

Chapter 9: "Radio Killed The Video Star"

⚠️cussing Valentino mentioned⚠️

"Top of the hour, and we'er discussing a certain has-been
Who has been spotted avoiding around town after a seven-year absence" ~ Stayed Gone from Hazbin Hotel

I stand to the side as Charlie freaks out. We hadn't gotten the news too long ago; the news that literally said, 'we are all royally fucked.'

"Ok so..." Charlie paste, Keekee at her side. "the extermination is coming in six months, instead of a year!" Stress radiates off of her. "No, big, deal!... Just a LITTEL setback" Her voice goes slightly strained for a moment. "nothing we can't handle." She says quickly. "just angels cutting our time in half, but who needs a whole year to save souls!" Her voice waivers, as she talks. "am I right!?" She sounds like she's trying to convince herself, more then us. "and next time when they cut the time in half again! And again! And again! and again! Will just HANDLE IT!!!.. RIGHT!?"

"Yes." Vaggie reassures her, grabbing Charlie's upper arms, to stop her from pacing a trench into the floor. "We will."

"Oh please." Angel Cutson, draped across the couch. "you had less than half a chance, when you started all of this salvation bullshit." he scrolls on his phone. "And now... ain't no silver linin' on this one toots."

"Perhaps." I said slowly, scuffing the floor under my hoof. "we just look at this from... a more optimistic light, rather than realistic."

"We just need to look a little harder for it." Charlie said, giving me a slight smile.

"Well, while you're lookin', the rest of hell is goin' nuts." Angel points out. "people are already freaking about the news." Angel holds up his phone. "look what's happenin' in the doomsday district."

"Uuh... what is a 'donkey show'?" Charlie inquires, angel quickly drawing his phone to his chest with a grin.

"Gah..." Angel stammers. "Heh... uh.. nothin'! My boss, Val is just freaked out about the news too.. like I said! Everyone's losing their shit." Angel said, grasping for straws; the mention of the porn overlord, Valentino, making me want to wretch.

"Ya... that's true." Vaggie said, putting a finger to her lip, in thought; I could see the gears turning in her mind. "Sinners are desperate." She says slowly, putting her thoughts into words. "maybe... Desperate to try anything to escape the extermination."

"smart idea." I murmur, before looking down at my phone after it vibrated, to see a text from Molly.

Best secretary: "Sparks, and Johnny are here"

I was distantly aware of Charlie getting excited, and then the wall getting blown up.

I sent Molly a text back.

Thunder God: "tell them they're gonna have to wait, a wall just got blown up."

I snicker; as I pocket the rectangular device, that started vibrating in my pocket.

At Jupiter's workplace.

"So ya mean to tell me." Johnny brushed a hand through his hair, fingers brushing against his ears. "Jupiter has managed to get himself in such deep shit, that a wall blew up!?"

Johnny, and Sparks sat in molly's office; Johnny leaning against the door frame, his hat hung up on a hook nearby; and sparks sitting in a comfy chair, legs crossed, clutching a mug of hot chocolate in both talons.

"Do we even know where he is?" Sparks inquired, taking a sip of the hot chocolate.

"I thought you knew where he was." Molly says, drumming her claw on the surface of the battered desk.