(ON HOLD) The Son Of The Demon Killer: Hazbin Hotel X OC

Chapter 3: Helping Around

I put on a black jacket to hide the symbol on my arm and head downstairs. I see Angel, Niffty, and Alastor by the door.

Angel Dust: That bitch is halfway down the street!

Vaggie: Is she—?

Angel Dust: Oh, she's dancin'!

Vaggie: Ugh, no...

I walk up next to Vaggie.

Jon: What's going on?

Vaggie: Don't worry about it.

I head to the door and can faintly hear Charlie singing.

Jon: Damn.

A few minutes later, I walk over to the bar and lean against the counter.

Jon: She do this often?

Husk: Do what?

Jon: Sing.

Husk: Oh yeah. Nearly every damn day.

He grabs a bottle and starts drinking.

Jon: Got any whiskey?

He tosses me a bottle of whiskey, but Vaggie grabs it before I can.

Vaggie: Nope. You're staying sober.

Jon: Why?

Vaggie: You're helping me with something.

She pulls me over to the couch where everyone is gathered.

Vaggie: Okay, so, Charlie is dealing with something very important, so while she's gone, we're making a new commercial. One that represents her vision and what we're doing here. We need lights and a camera.

She turns to Alastor.

Vaggie: Alastor?

Alastor snaps his fingers, and a really nice but old picture camera appears in Vaggie's hand, while a candle in a fancy holder appears in mine.

Jon: Woah.

Vaggie: *unamused* A video camera.

Alastor: Hmm.~

He snaps his fingers again, but this time, it's a crappy-looking camera and a broomstick with a big flashlight taped to the top.

Vaggie: Alright! Let's do this!

She runs to the computer and quickly writes a script. I stand there, confused, holding the light.

Jon: Why not use a studio light? It would probably look more professional.

Alastor: Ha! No.

I sigh in defeat as Vaggie returns with a hastily written script, handing it to Angel and Husk.

Vaggie: To the bar.

We all walk to the bar, with me being slower because I'm afraid the light's going to fall off the broomstick.

Vaggie: Lights on?

I turn the light on and point it at Angel and Husk.

Jon: Yep.

Vaggie: Good. And... action!

Husk brings the script closer to see the words clearer.

Husk: Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. Can I help with anything?

Angel: I've been a bad boy, and I need a big, strong daddy to put me in my place... on the path to redemption!

Husk groans in displeasure and reads the script again. I can tell he's frustrated with both the script and Angel.