Sacrificial Lamb (Yandere Hazbin Hotel x Reader)

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 16 - 𝓓𝓪𝔂 𝓞𝓯𝓯

You walked up the road back to the hotel. Your eyes wandered to the large sign sitting on top of the hotel. 'Hazbin Hotel,' it read in an unilluminated string of lightbulbs. Strange, when did they change the sign? You'll have to talk to Charlie about it later.

You opened the door that Alastor seemed to fix to see the darkened lobby of the hotel. The only light inside radiated from the bar. Husk stood behind the bar, a bottle of booze beside him while he cleaned one of the glasses.

You strode over while rolling up your shelves. "Evening, Husk; what are you up to?"

"Finishing cleaning the bar." He mumbled without turning around.

"I got it if you want to hit the hay." You hopped behind the bar and started polishing the cups on the counter.

He held his finger out, "Those get placed under the bar over there."

You placed the first cup down and started working on the next one in the pile. "Do you need any help finding your room?"

"Nah, Charlie already showed everyone where they're stayin'." Husk grabbed his bottle and dragged himself into the sea of red that is the hotel lobby.

"Good night then. Hope you get some rest.'

Husk's eyes glanced at the hazy reflection of you in his bottle. It has been years since he last saw you, and his life has fallen to shit since then. After that party at Carmilla's place, his business had taken a nose dive. He searched nonstop for what was causing this, but it only led him to the Radio Demon's door. Ultimately, he lost his power and soul, only to find out Alastor was the reason for his failing casino.

He was only on the Radio Demon's radar because of that stupid party and talking with you. But why, though? You're just an ordinary demon who just so happened to have high-up connections.

At least, now that he is stuck in his fucking hotel, he can start to make a plan to get his power back.

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You jumped out of bed and swiftly start your morning route. Today was your day off, but with everything that happened yesterday,-.Knock! Knock! Knock!

You're not going to get it. Poor Camarilla. Hopefully, you'll get the chance to see her soon.

You opened your door to see Charlie getting ready to knock again. "Oh (Y/n)!" She pulled you through the door and into her arms. "I'm so happy you're back! I was so scared when you disappeared after the hotel was attacked. I know you sent me that text saying you were out with friends, but I was still so worried."

"I'm... I'm sorry to worry you, princess." You were having a hard time breathing with how tight her grip was.

"You should be! Vaggie had to drag me to our room, and I barely got any sleep!" Finally, she placed you on the ground, and you could breathe once more. However, if you thought you could catch your breath, you were wrong! Charlie dragged you down the hallway and to the lobby. "And I know exactly how you'll make it up to me!"

Reaching the top step of the stairs, you could see the chaos in the lobby. Shadowy figures were running around with construction materials. Alastor stood in the epicenter, watching with delighted eyes as the lobby was torn apart and rebuilt.

Vaggie sat at the bar, which was still a jarring green color (guess that's permanent). She looked one wrong move away from stabbing one of the workers, with her face scrunching every time anyone got within a five-foot radius of her. Thankfully, once she saw Charlie, she immediately relaxed and headed towards the door.