Long Sleeves - Emily x Male Reader (Hazbin Hotel)

Friends Who Slay Together, Stay Together - Chapter 3

It had been a little while since Y/N had left, and tensions in the hotel were still high. Only Alastor and Charlie seemed to be indifferent to the appearance of such a powerful soul. Vaggie, on the other hand, was on high alert, boarding up windows, hiding potential weapons and barking out insults and questions to Alastor, who idly sat by watching. Charlie and Angel approached Vaggie anxiously.

Charlie - "Hey... honey? What's all this?"

Vaggie - "Long Sleeves could be coming back at any moment, and we need to be ready. Can he fly?"

Alastor - "Yes."

Vaggie - "And he can teleport?"

Alastor - "Yes."

Vaggie - "Create weapons?"

Alastor - "Yes. There's no point in hiding sewing needles, dear. Y/N could locate them regardless, not that he'd need to."

Angel - "I've never seen you like this, Toots! Didn't realise your vagina could get in such a tight twist."

Vaggie - "We are dealing with one of the most reckless and powerful souls Hell has ever seen, and we need to be ready."

Angel - "Ready for what? Did you see the guy - I mean, he's a ride don't get me wrong, but he still looked like shit. He's been locked up for nine years!"

Vaggie - "All the more time to plot and-!"

Charlie - "Vaggie, slow down for a moment. Deep breaths, okay? We don't know that Y/N is here to hurt anybody. Maybe... maybe if he was, we could change his mind?"

Alastor - "Ohoho! Do you think you can alter a Stranded soul? Ha! How fantastic."

Alastor stood up from his seat, twirling his microphone absentmindedly and smiling wider than usual.

Alastor - "The stories of the Stranded are mostly fabricated, but there is some element of truth behind them. Souls of such a delicate nature cannot be tampered with. You could be tinkering with something far worse if you were to delve into his soul. I've seen it happen myself, my dear."

Husk shuddered from behind the bar, putting his bottle down and leaning deep into thought against the counter. Niffty jumped up next to him, playing with his fur like a child.

Husk - "Y/N shook hands with a lot of people. Overlords, angels, even the Sins. But some people wanted to take a little more power than they bargained for."

Charlie - "Huh? What do you mean?"

Alastor - "Chaos magic. It's the most powerful kind, but cannot be attained by the negative or positive energies of Heaven and Hell. One must traverse into the great unknown to obtain such power... or they could try and take it."

Husk - "The Archangels cornered Y/N in the Envy Ring. After they pinned him down, they tried to steal his soul and claim chaos magic for themselves once and for all."

Niffty - "Whyyyyy?"

Husk - "Cause they were fuckin' power-hungry idiots! Chaos magic is volatile to a dangerous extreme. There's a reason barely anyone lives in Envy anymore."

Angel - "So what, Y/N exploded or something?"

Alastor - "Precisely! He was a ticking time bomb, and he went boom! All that remains of Envy is the few remains of the major cities and Treachery. It's why he was sealed there in the first place."

Vaggie - "That is what I'm trying to stop! Long Sleeves can literally be a BOMB!"

Alastor - "That was a one-time thing, dear~! I'm sure Y/N had placed his explosive tendencies behind him."