25 Days of Christmas (2024)

Day 3: Cookies

A little holiday fun with Charlie and the others plus my OCs from my Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss What If book. So this does kind of tie into the plot for the Christmas chapter, figured this one would be perfect for Day 3. A friend of mine helped come up with the idea. Enjoy.

Another fun day at the Hazbin Hotel, Angel's siblings Molly and Arackniss came for a visit along with Arackniss's husband Sir Pentious, and their son Jackie. Pentious's friend Baxter decided to tag along for the experiment. The Hazbin Hotel kitchen buzzed with energy and chaos. Flour floated through the air like snowfall, bowls of icing in every imaginable color lined the counters, and cookie cutters were scattered everywhere. "Alright, everyone!" Charlie clapped her hands, beaming at the group assembled around the kitchen. "Today's activity is all about teamwork, creativity, and having fun together! We're going to make Christmas cookies!"

"Cookies, huh?" Husk muttered, already pouring whiskey into his coffee. "Wake me up when it's over."

"You're participating, Husk," Vaggie said firmly, tossing him an apron that read Grumpy Baker. "No excuses."

"Hell no..." Husk started, but Niffty zipped up to him, tying the apron around his neck in record time.

"Don't be such a spoilsport!" Niffty chirped, practically vibrating with excitement. "This is going to be so much fun!"

Nearby, Monty Python held up a gingerbread man cutter, squinting at it. "This thing's supposed to be a man? Looks more like a plank with legs!"

"It's not the shape that matters, Monty," Molly said, rolling out dough beside him. "It's what you do with it."

"That's what I've always said, lass," Monty quipped with a cheeky grin.

Across the kitchen, Sir Pentious was busy trying to teach Jackie how to roll out cookie dough. The five-year-old sat perched on the counter, his chef hat nearly covering his eyes. "Papa, I want to make a dragon!" Jackie announced, waving a dragon-shaped cutter in the air.

"Of course, my little hatchling!" Pentious declared, puffing out his chest. "Our dragons will be the envy of the kitchen!"

"Let's hope they don't end up on fire," Arackniss muttered, leaning against the counter.

Pentious turned to his husband with an exaggerated gasp. "I'll have you know my culinary skills are impeccable!"

"Yeah?" Arackniss raised an eyebrow. "Last time you baked, you nearly exploded the oven."

"That was a minor incident," Pentious huffed, focusing back on Jackie.

Arackniss chuckled as he rolled his eyes playfully. Monty Python sauntered over with his own tray of oddly-shaped cookies. "Don't listen to him, Pent. Your passion is what makes you special."

Pentious stiffened, his tail curling slightly. "Thank you, Monty. Though I believe your attempts at flattery expired decades ago."

"Aw, come on," Monty said, flashing a toothy grin. "Can't an old flame compliment another without it being weird?"

Arackniss snorted. "It's always weird with you."

"Speaking of old flames," Pentious said, his tone cutting, "how many cookies have you burned so far, Monty?"

Monty held up a slightly blackened gingerbread man. "It's called charred chic, thank you very much."

"Burn it down?" Baxter's voice crackled, as he organized baking supplies. "Not on my watch! I've calculated the precise ratios for perfect cookies, and we will adhere to them."

"Relax, Baxy," Cherri Bomb said with a laugh, flinging a fistful of flour into the air like confetti. "It's not a science experiment. It's cookies!"

"For me, everything is a science experiment," Baxter replied, adjusting his goggles.