Hooked (yandere hazbin hotel/helluva boss x angel reader) (Long Ass Break)

chapter sixty eight: moxxie's creepy dad (pt 6)

The sheets rustled slightly, you were restless, too restless to sleep. And you had to use the restroom, sitting up groggily in the big bed you slowly slid out of it, blinking the blurriness away before quietly creeping towards the door of the bedroom.

"Al! You got everything ready?"

You flinched keeping a hold on the door handle, "yes sir."

"Good, at least one of you goons are useful."

You listened as the footsteps began moving, going further and further down the hallway.

You slowly pulled it open creeping out into the cold dark hallway. "Who in their right minds needs so many rooms?"

You muttered creeping through the hallway.

A shadow slowly slinked in behind you, tail swishing slightly. "Well, well, well-"

Chaz was cut off by your squeaky squeal of surprise receiving a hard punch to the nose. "Ooow, easy, easy." Chaz said slapping a hand over your mouth, his other hand busy rubbing the pain away.

"Now, babe-"

"It's y/n,"

Chaz waved you off carelessly, "same thing- anyways~" he leaned against the wall, blocking your path past him, "whatcha up for?"

"To use the bathroom," you say leaning over to look past him, "oh, why'd you need to use the washroom when I'm right here- ow!!"

"That is disgusting!" You whispered out as he rubbed his nose that was a light tinge of red, "ugh, fine whatever. Do you even know where it is?"

You're ears flicked for a moment, this man was absolutely disgusting, him and Adam would definitely get along that was for sure. They'd probably be the best if buddies in fact. "No, I don't know, that's why I'm looking around." You say, "right, do you want me to show you where it is?" He asked in a light baby kinda tone, pinching your cheek lightly before laughing slightly. Straightening up his tail lightly slapped against your legs as he headed down the hallway, "well? Ya coming?"

"Yeah, yeah." You muttered quietly, why was he so loud? He was gonna wake everyone up for goodness sakes.

~>~

Blitzø groaned, the trunk space was minimal, papers cushioning him slightly, eviction notices, overdue bills, rent that's went unpaid. "I fucking knew it!" He said kicking against the inside of the trunks closed door, he was wearing only his jacket, the rest of his clothes were still in his room when Chaz locked him in the back of his shitty trunk.

Suddenly he's yanked out, falling face first into the pavement, Millie was standing there, pulling him up slightly, her tail flicking as the gates of the mansion slam shut, locking tightly and securely. "Ugh- oh hi mill-"

He's cut off, her voice frustrated and frantic, she had woken up to being dragged out of the place completely, no warning whatsoever. "Blitz! We're locked out! Moxxie's still in there!"

Blitzø being blitzø didn't really care, at first of course, Millie huffed reiterating the vary tense situation, "with y/n-"

Within seconds the situation wasn't taken lightly, blitzø immediately scrambling to get up and messily getting into the truck, starting it up, the lights flashing on brightly, "well? What're you waiting for? Get in! We're pulling a Shrek!"

Millie's yanked into the side seat, the truck revving to life, as it's put into full throttle, heading towards the brick wall.

~>~

As Chaz lead you through the hallway, the curtains were slightly open, outside was what looked like to be a row of seats, cushioned with red velvet, a short shark... Priest? It's what it looked to be, dressed in white.

Moxxie's mouth was duck tapped shut, a smile drawn onto it as he struggled in a white wedding dress, his father crimson next to him, holding him tightly by the shoulder so he couldn't run.

"Uh- chaz-?!"

Within seconds you felt a sharp prick, with the slow flow of liquid before falling unconscious. Chaz pocketed the needle he had, he could've used chloroform, but that would be too much of a hassle to deal with you, but just putting the drugs in your system from the get go that crimson used on his victims was so much easier, just a tiny prick and boom, they're out cold for a bit.

"Sorry babe! It's just personal business sweetheart!" Chaz said with a grin, dragging you're limp body too alesso who was waiting in a room with a wedding dress and some makeup to put on your unconscious body, along with rope, and some duck tape, to keep your mouth shut and to keep you from running.

He felt bad, he did, but if crimson had a wife, someone to keep him preoccupied with, the work load would be less, less bodies to dump, less of crimson, because he'd be too busy with you, at least alesso hoped so.

Word count: 816

It's currently for me, like 1 am when I decided to finish this lol