Rise of the Vees- A Hazbin Hotel Fanfic

Waking up (pt. 1)

Sulking in the parlor, Emily sighed. After everything she had done to be good and helpful, she failed. Vaggie now hated her more than ever and Charlie was probably at least a little annoyed with her. Plus, she had barely connected with anyone else at the hotel! She needed to be better, but how can you be better when you're doing the best you can? 

"What's wrong?" Niffty demanded, pouncing up on her lap, and staring into her eyes. 

"Agh!" Emily screamed and thrusted herself deep into the chair's cushioning. "God, Niffty, you scared me." 

Nifty ignored Emily's sudden fright. "That was a big sigh," she giggled.

"Yeah, I'm kind of tired." 

"Rightttttt," Niffty responded, not believing it.

"Ah, there you are!" Charlie exclaimed, bursting into the room. "Nif, I need you to clean up Vox's room. Can you do that for me?"

"On it!" With that, she was out. She skittered across the hall and leaped up, grasping the door handle that seemed miles above her head, and pulled down. Home.

Rubbing alcohol from cleaning solutions burned Niffty's nose. Fumes burned her airways and she coughed in delight at the feeling. Cleaning: Niffty's happy place. After pausing to savor that beautiful feeling, she quickly gathered up her things and dashed up to Vox's old room.

It was scary how fast she could run. Bursting the door open, the thrill of cleaning truly hit Niffty. Nothing could compare to the satisfaction of making a room fresh and perfect once again, restoring its original plainness.

This time, however, something felt different. A certain sadness lingered in the air.

Niffty couldn't remember the last time she had felt something this real. She didn't have true friends, true thoughts, true anything. All she was was an NPC floating around the hotel, cleaning shit that nobody else wanted to. Whatever was in the air had awoken Niffty.

Scattered all around the room were bits and pieces of Vox and Alastor's broken relationship. From pictures to posters, everything screamed the truth that Vox would never admit: he had and likely never will truly get over the breakup.

How, after all this time, did Niffty just understand their past? Alastor had vented about their backstory time and time again but she somehow just caught on.

Memories of her life in Hell flooded back to her and deep thoughts filled her creepy little brain that she had never before pondered as she shoved the mop across the floor and straightened out the sheets.

Who was she? Why was she in Hell? Where had she been all these years?

The room was cleaned at last. Niffty set out to find the only person who might know the answers. 

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"Hello, my dears!" Alastor exclaimed into his microphone. He sat in the dark radio tower, recording an episode of his podcast thing. "I'm sure all of you have heard the rumors of Vox staying at Lucifer's daughter's little hotel, but what really happened? Time on in as I uncover everything you want to know about Hell's latest tea!"

As he spoke, his door burst open. A tiny little silhouette appeared in the doorway and he sighed and paused his recording. "Now, Niffty, what have I told you about interrupting my radio show?" he asked, slightly shifting into his demon form at the end.

Ignoring Alastor's shift, Niffty asked her question. "My mind- what did you do to it?"

Alastor laughed. "I'm sorry, what?"