the room was dark, and cold. a large bed in the center of the room, the room smelled of cologne and cigars, an ashtray on the bedside stand, and an old desk lamp on a work desk the was littered with mail, eviction warnings, due rent and bills. and some side notes with indescribable scribbles of whatever was on the side notes.
you relunctantly stepped further into the room, ears flat, you weren't comfortable at all, there was an uneasy feeling in the room. the others were no where near this room, in fact they were on the other side of the house.
You shivered involuntarily, hot puffs of air hitting the back of your neck. "Get comfy will ya? I'll be right back doll. I gotta discuss something with my son," crimson said gruffly, putting out his cigar as he changed into a more comfortable suit, his chest was scarred up slightly, and you got a better view if his badly messed up tail, which had to hurt still right?
He leaves the room, the door locking shut, so, no point in Trying to leave. Not if he locked the door, that and you had caught a glimpse of his right hand man right outside the door, probably waiting to catch you if you tried leaving. You sighed softly climbing into the bed, right next to the desk was a vent, where you could basically hear everything that was going on.
You weren't normally nosy, at least you'd like to think that, you couldn't help but listen in on what crimson was saying though.
"So... You think you're too good for this family now?"
You shifted on your side, staring up at the vent straining your ears the best you could to hear everything.
Moxxie stammered, growing a bit nervous "what?" Followed by a yelp as everything went silent, "You think you're gonna just get to walk away from this family and never come back?! You're dead wrong, Mox!" You flinched at the yell, oh, Lord help you. What the hell was happening? Was crimson always hot and cold? Not surprising really but the way he snapped on a dime bothered you more than, whatever was going on.
"Matter of fact, the only thing you're right about is if that obnoxious piss-stain can't get made! Not unless he marries in!" He must be talking about Chaz, yeah nobody seemed fond of him. You can't imagine why, really.
"Marries?" But, but who would marry—?" Moxxie's cut off yet again by crimson. "Who do you think?" There's a sneer in his voice before the sound of a creaking chair echoes as he takes a seat. "This family needs that money and it's about time your pathetic-ass was useful for something!"
You're eyes landed on the desk, well. The explains the eviction notices and warnings and overdue rent and unpaid bills. But, he had a huge home, you figured he'd be financially stable if he afforded this place.
Moxxie stammered some more, shocked and confused, "Sir, I'm already married. I- I can't---"
He's cut off by crimson sighing exasperatedly, "You think I give a shit about your stupid beard? C'mon Mox, I even went through the trouble of makin' the house more to... your kind's liking."
What did that mean? 'your kind's liking'? Before you hear something click. Large purple, pink and other various other colored... Toys? That's what blitzø called them, sprung out of the wall bouncing with movement.
"What?! Sir, what do you think I'm into?" Moxxie asked, "I don't know anybody who'd even like this--"
"Hah! There's dicks on the wall! That's fucking hilarious..." Blitzø's voice echoes through the vents, moxxie going silent.
Everything was silent, for a real long time before crimson spoke up with a cold whisper. "Now, go to bed mix, we both have a big day tomorrow."
"I... What? We?" Moxxie said confused, "yes, we! You ain't the only one getting married mox, I found a... Suitable replacement for your mother."
"... Yes sir." Moxxie said, footsteps echoing slightly as you laid in bed, confused and uncomfortable. You sighed softly turning on your side.
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Blitzø laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling, his momentary joy at the dicks on the wall had long since passed. He was busy thinking about what y/n was doing, he should've spoke up, said something, but no. He chose to stay quiet. Fucking great.
Knock, knock.
He groaned getting up out of bed opening his door, outside was Chaz, leaning against the doorframe smirking. "Fuck off." He said flatly trying to shut the door, only for Chaz to beg, and to offer to give him the same experience he gave to Millie and moxxie.
Honestly he wasn't in the mood, but something was up with Chaz. So he let him in shutting the door, he'd snoop around his stuff once he passed out.
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Yah, updating more often now! Had to disinfect the nasty ass scar though. But ye, updating more often now, my schedule is kinda wonky right now though so, don't expect a set release date for chapters. I'm also hoping for hazbin hotel to have more character building honestly for the second season, there's only so much I can work with on the first, which is why I'm focusing on helluva boss more because there's a whole lot to work with, I might do a chapter with them though, maybe.
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Fanfictionthis story is a requested one, like the others this one will be slow because I'm still slowly recovering and trying to make time for all my other books.
