Vaggie The Moth Babe

Chapter 12: Morning Chaos at the Hazbin Hotel

The morning light filtered through the large windows of the Hazbin Hotel lobby, casting a warm glow over the eclectic group gathered for breakfast. The usual chaos of the hotel was already in full swing as Vaggie and Charlie sat down at the long dining table, which was adorned with a mismatched assortment of coffee mugs, plates, and half-eaten breakfast items.

Vaggie sipped her coffee, her eyes scanning the room. She felt the energy already buzzing in the air, a sharp contrast to the peaceful night she and Charlie had shared. Beside her, Charlie buttered a slice of toast, her face bright despite the morning haze. But that peaceful energy wouldn't last for long.

Across the table, Angel Dust—the flamboyant spider demon—stretched languidly, his multiple arms reaching out as he let out a satisfied sigh. His pink-tinted fur shimmered under the lights, and his eyes gleamed with mischief. "So, I had the most amazing dream last night," Angel started, his voice dripping with innuendo. He leaned in closer, his many arms casually draped over the back of his chair, and winked. "Husk and I were in bed together, and let me tell you—it was a night of wild, passionate—"

"Shut your filthy mouth, Angel," Husk growled from behind the bar, not even turning to face him. The surly cat demon was busy organizing the bottles of liquor, his permanent scowl deepening. His large wings twitched as he pulled down a bottle of whiskey—though it was still morning, Husk clearly wasn't shy about starting his day with a drink.

Angel grinned even wider, completely ignoring Husk's warning. "Oh, come on, Husk. Admit it. You loved every second of it in my dream. The way you growled—so primal." He let out a dramatic sigh, leaning back in his chair as though recalling the fantasy. "I just love a man who knows how to take charge."

"I swear to Lucifer..." Husk muttered darkly, turning to shoot Angel a murderous look, his feathers bristling with irritation.

Charlie couldn't help but giggle, covering her mouth with her hand as she exchanged a knowing look with Vaggie, who rolled her eyes.

Vaggie leaned closer to Charlie. "Breakfast in this place is never boring, is it?"

"Never," Charlie whispered back, smiling despite the growing tension at the table.

Just then, Niffty—a small, hyperactive demon—darted into the room. She zipped around the table, placing fresh napkins in front of everyone before taking a seat. Her wide, unblinking eyes gleamed with excitement. "Good morning, everyone! You wouldn't believe how many cockroaches I found in room 203! I must've cleaned out at least twenty of them!" she exclaimed, clasping her hands together as if it were the most delightful thing in the world.

Vaggie grimaced. "Niffty, that's not exactly... breakfast conversation."

Niffty blinked at her, tilting her head. "But they were so cute with their little legs skittering everywhere! I tried to catch a few to show you guys, but they were too fast." She sighed wistfully, as though missing out on showing off a prized treasure.

Alastor—the Radio Demon—entered the room with his usual grandiose flair, his red suit perfectly pressed and his smile ever-present. The air seemed to hum with static as he walked, the faint sound of an old-timey radio crackling with his every step. He took a seat at the head of the table, his hands folded neatly in his lap.

"Well, well, isn't this a lively morning?" Alastor's voice rang out, a touch of sinister amusement lacing his words. "I trust everyone is doing well today? Ah, but of course, you'll all be delighted to hear that my broadcast, Radio Alastor, has now spread to every circle of Hell. Every demon, imp, and sinner is now able to bask in the brilliance of my show!" He chuckled, the sound eerie yet somehow charming.

"Wow, Al, congrats," Angel Dust said with a sarcastic edge, popping a cigarette into his mouth. "I'm sure all of Hell's just dying to hear more of your smooth-talking garbage."

Alastor's grin widened, his sharp teeth gleaming. "Why, thank you, Angel. Your support is truly heartwarming."

Charlie, sensing the impending tension between Alastor and Angel, cleared her throat and looked around the table. "Alright, everyone, let's try to keep things civil, okay? This is breakfast, after all. We should enjoy it."

"Charlie's right," Vaggie added, her stern gaze sweeping across the room. "Let's not turn this into another shouting match. Some of us have actual work to do after this."

Husk grunted from behind the bar, still nursing his whiskey. "Yeah, good luck with that," he muttered, eyeing Angel Dust with clear disdain.

Angel, in response, blew Husk a kiss, fluttering his many eyelashes. "Oh, Husk, you know you love me."

"Keep dreaming," Husk shot back, his voice gruff.

Vaggie sighed, her head dropping into her hand. "It's like babysitting a bunch of overgrown children."

Charlie placed a comforting hand on Vaggie's shoulder, her smile gentle and full of understanding. "At least they're our children, right?"

Vaggie snorted, unable to hold back a small smile. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

As the chaos continued around them, the two of them shared a private moment amidst the noise. Breakfast at the Hazbin Hotel was anything but ordinary, but for Vaggie and Charlie, it was their version of normal. And somehow, amidst the madness, they wouldn't have it any other way.