Y/N was just a normal guy who lived a normal life until he was eventually murdered. He thought he might go to heaven but to his shock, he ended up in hell. He was confused and scared because of all the things and fucked up shit that was down there...
The royal family limousine can be seen driving back to the hotel. Charlie can be seen hugging her knees and looking out the window while her jacket is slightly ruined after Katie Killjoy attacked her, while Vaggie sits next to her, glaring furiously at Angel Dust and Y/N just sitting there not saying or doing anything Charlie sighs as Vaggie's eye twitches at Angel Dust, who can be seen amusing himself by playing with the car window roller repeatedly which causes Vaggie to scrunch up her face.
Angel Dust: *taking notice* ...What?
Vaggie: "What?", "WHAT?!" What were you DOING?!
Angel Dust: *sighs* I owed my girl buddy a solid! Isn't that a "redeeming quality"? Helping friends with stuff?
Vaggie: Not with turf wars that results in territorial genocide!
Angel Dust: Eh, you win some, you lose a few hundred. Ehahahahahah! It wasn't that bad, anyway. *proceeds to play with the button of the car window roller*
Y/N getting annoyed looks at Angel Dust who winks at him.
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Y/N covers his hand in black smog and makes his hand appear in front of Angel Dust which punches her square in the face. Vaggie smirks a little as Charlie rests her head on Y/N's lap.
Angel Dust: Aw, come on! I had to! *rubs on her face where Y/N punched her* My credibility was on the line! I mean, what kind of reputation would I have if people found out I was tryna go clean? It just throws out my entire persona!
Vaggie: Your credibility? What about the hotel's?! *gestures at a defeated Charlie* Your little stunt made us look like a fucking joke!
Angel Dust: No, no, no, babe. Jokes are funny! I made you look... uh, sad! And pathetic! Like an orphan... with no arms... or legs... Oh! With progeria! Great! Now I'm bummed thinkin' about it! *starts looking around the limousine* This thing have any liquor?
Vaggie: Can you please just try to take this seriously?!
Angel Dust: Fine, I'll try. Just don't get your taco in a twist, baby! *snaps finger at her while smiling*
Vaggie: Was that you trying to be sexist or racist?!
Angel Dust: Whatever pisses you off more. Is there seriously no liquor in here?!
Vaggie: I'm gonna kill 'im.
Y/N: That ship has sailed
Angel Dust: Too late, toots. Wait! Would that make me double dead? Hah, and where exactly do I go? To Double Hell? Hahahahahahahaha! Sorry, you're stuck with me, bitch - get used to it.
Vaggie: *angrily, as she grits her teeth* ¡Con una mierda, malparido hijo de-! (For fuck's sake, you bastard son of-!)
Angel Dust: Listen, who cares if some jack-offs got hurt? Most of 'em are ugly freaks. Look around! You got a bunch a fuckin' Harlequin babies down here!
