❤️You are Special💙 (Hazbin hotel X Autistic Male reader)

Masquerade

[Angel dust walking up in a dimly lit room, tied up to a chair. He tires 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?

[The Captor holds a knife against his face.]

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

Angel dust: 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: Do your worst. Daddy~

[The Captor then 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~

[Sir Pentious and Charlie watching creeped out, Vaggie was annoyed and Niffty rather was 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 tires to shield her eyes with her right hand.]

Vaggie: Ew.

[Vaggie Shield Y/n's eyes to make sure he doesn't look at the TV.]

Angel dust: (on tv) Oh, harder, Daddy~

Vaggie: Okay! Enough of that.

Y/n: Wait....What did he show us?

[Charlie quickly grabs Y/n and shields him on her chest.]

Charlie: Nothing......don't worry about it, just focus on me sweetie!

[Charlie looks away with him in her arms, Vaggie 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 telling you that it scored me a win over that bitch, Tiffany Titfucker. And that brat, Natsuki Longlasty.

Husk: I slept with her, that's only a stage name. Longest she can last is 15....seconds. She's all talk and no show.

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

Husk: Plus, that ain't a very convincing interrogation scene.

Angel dust: 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: Fuck you! This is classy art !

[He gestures with 2 hands at the TV screen.]

Angel dust: (on tv) 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. Charlie is still holding onto Y/n tight, let's him go and Vaggie patting his back.]

Vaggie: It's OK to look now Y/n

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.