Hells Chef (fem!Hazbin hotel & Helluva boss x Male reader)

Chapter 49

HELLO! It is I, the dog. I know, it has been a while but, tis is life. Had so many papers to finish, I procrastinate way too much. Buuut, sadly I think we are all used to that by now. Should really get better at planning, for myself and you all. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

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*Y/n Pov*

"Hmm~ Hmm~." There I happily hummed, in my room where light shimmered brightly. It was a wonderful morning, says I. Searching for something to show to the Hazbin crew, show n' tell, Charlie wished for us to play. So, I shall play, by finding my favorite apron that I love to wear. I would show them my cooking spirit, which has burned even brighter than before. Death has not stopped it, for it is an everlasting light. The one item I cherish above all, no matter who they may be. It reminds me of a time when every day, a new adventure could take place. And murder of course.

"And scene. I think that was pretty good." I said to myself, not the best but not the worst either. Maybe I should have become a poet instead of a chef! Ha! No. I threw a couple more shirts aside. My apron was still hidden from my sight. A few shirts later I find it. I sigh and teleport back to th-- "SWEET MOTHER OF GOD WHY ARE YOU WATCHING PORN!?" I shouted.

I come back and the only thing I see is Angel getting raw dogged! I walk over to the T.V. and shut it off, much to Niffty's disappointment. "What is this a masturbation session? Who put on Angel's tapes!?" I asked the crowd. Vaggie shot me a glare, nothing new, while Pentious rubbed her eyes.

"I can't unsee it #0, I can't unsee it," Pentious said as she rubbed her eyes. Charlie pats the poor snake lady on the back and nods her head.

"It's okay, once we get you all to heaven I'm sure they'll just, *snap snap*." Charlie made a cutting motion near her head as she said that last part. Implying they would remove our memories which doesn't sound as great as she makes it.

"Oh fuck all of you! This is classy art! Got me awards, awards! Do any of you have any awards?" Angel shouted at us. I snap my fingers and summon the many trophies, or replicas, that I have earned over the years. The crew, except Husk and Angel, come to look at them.

I picked up one of the trophies and began retelling the tale of how I had won them. "I acquired this one on a trip to Hawaii. It was a gathering of many famous chefs, even Gordon Ramsay was there! Bless that man's soul." I said, gaining a nod from everyone. Niffty picked up one of the trophies that resembled a knife.

"Ohhhh~, can I keep this one?" Niffty said, admiring the sharp object. I think about it for a moment before shrugging my shoulders.

"Sure, but if I catch you trying to stab anyone I'm taking it back," I say, causing Niffty to pout and put the trophy back. A loud groan came from the bar, it was Angel of course.

"Really Scaly? Had to show me up like I'm some two-pump chump? At least I enjoy my work." Angel said, leaning back in her chair. Before I could shoot back Husk jumped in, finally having enough of whatever was going on.