A Close Encounter - A Hazbin Hotel FanFic

Part Ten - A Deal is a Deal

Singe woke up the next day alone in the chair. Lute was still laying in the bed, unconscious. Singe knew nothing about medical anything, so the numbers on the EEG meant nothing to her.

Singe walked over to Lute's bedside and looked down at the wounded Angel. Lute had been unconscious for two days now. Singe hadn't stepped out of this medical room for two days. Singe hadn't left Lute's side for two days.

It was about nine in the morning, and Alastor walked into the room. He never stopped smiling, and it always creeped Singe out with how he was always happy.

"My dear, you haven't seen the sun for a whole two days. I must say it is entertaining to see your friend go into decline as you sit here unknowingly."

Singe perked up when she heard about Lute going into decline, "Into decline?!"

"Oops. I may have said too much," Alastor laughs sadistically. He knows exactly what he said and why he said it, "You see, your girlfriend here isn't doing too well. She... won't be here much longer."

Singe blushed when Alastor referred to Lute as her girlfriend. That isn't how she thought of her, and she knew it'd never happen. But a girl could dream.

Then, all at once, the rest of what Alastor said registered in her mind, "Wait a minute! What do you mean? What's wrong?"

Alastor's smile only widened as he cocked his head, "Ha ha! Oh how naive. Your little Exorcist friend lost a lot of blood, and with no good donor she's destined for death."

Singe paled at that. She desperately shook her head, in denial of the fact that Lute would die if nothing changed, and that there would be very little that could be done to change that fact, "No! She'll be fine. She has to be."

"Come along now dear, let's get some food in you. You look starved!" Alastor seemed so nonchalant about one of Singe's friends dying it actually made her blood boil. It was as if Alastor was mocking her for not being able to do anything in this predicament. Singe's despair and sadness turned to anger and hurt.

"You don't even care, do you?!" Singe's voice was louder than anyone had ever heard it. Alastor narrowed his eyes and the radio static around him seemed to intensify, "You're just fucking mocking me because my best-... and frankly only friend in this damned hotel is dying!"

"Only friend? Well it seems you must live a rather miserable life."

"I see most people here as family. Not friends. I want someone I can be myself with. Lute was that person!"

"Well that will be all gone so soon. Too bad, to. It seemed you got attached. Maybe even romantically?"

Singe blushed yet again at the thought. She knew that Lute would never think of her like that, yet she could dream, right? Maybe she had envisioned having a deeper relationship with Lute. Maybe Singe had desired something more. Yet as Alastor was making it quite clear, none of that would ever happen.

"Don't think I don't see that tint of red on your face, dear. You're as easy to see through as a freshly blown glass."

"You need to shut the hell up before I wipe that shit-eating grin off your face," Singe stepped closer to Alastor, her eye narrowed and glowed brighter than usual.

"Oh hoh! Threats, deary? I've seen you try and fight many, and have lost each and every time, only to have someone swoop in and save you. What happens when there is no one left to save you? Or when everyone is busy on Extermination? What will you do when there isn't anyone there to save your sorry ass?"

Singe tensed up at Alastor's brutal truth. He was completely right. Singe was a very reckless person, and she had lost every single time, only for someone to find her and save her. Singe's eye narrowed, still in denial, and stepped closer to Alastor.