Hazbin Hotel: Sins and Second Chances

Part 2: Chapter 3

"Absolutely not." Vaggie step between Zack and Angel, her stance firm and protective. "He's not leaving this hotel."

Angel leaned back. "What, you wanna keep the poor guy a prisoner in this place? Not very hospitable, toots."

"It's not about keeping him a prisoner," She shot back. "He's still a living soul. He's not like us. It's about protecting him."

The demon spider scoffed, crossing his arms. "Oh, come on. If he's gonna help us poor wittle sinners, he's gotta know what it's actually like down here." He would look at Charlie expectantly. "Don't you agree, Charlie?"

Charlie blinked, hesitating for a moment before replying cautiously. "Well, it probably would be a good idea too-"

"Charlie." Vaggie would cut her off, her tone sharp." Remember what I told you about the night you pulled down here?"

"Of course I do." She would reply. "But he's with us. He'll be safe.

Husk, perched on a nearby barstool with a new drink in handle, chuckled dryly. "Safe? In Hell? Yeah sure, keep tellin' yourself that. You let him outta here, you might as well slap a neon sign on his back that says' Fresh Meat.' Every demon out there's gonna be gunnin' for him."

Angel waved him off with a dramatic flick of his wrist. "Oh, please. We're not just gonna toss him into the Pit and hope for the best. He'll have me as a tour guide. And who's better at keeping' a low profile than lil' ol' me?"

Vaggie raised a skeptical brow. "You mean the guy who attracts trouble like it's a damn magnet?"

"I'm offended, Vaggie. Truly." He would say with a dead panned stare before giving her a smirk. "But seriously, if you're so concerned about him being outside the hotel, what will you think will happen when demons actually enter this place and see that their 'therapist' is a mortal? You think he'll be safe then? Just because we tolerate the guy doesn't mean everyone else will."

Charlie chewed her lip, her hands pressed together nervously as her gaze dropped to the floor. Angel had a point and it hit a nerve. "Ugh," She muttered, shoulders slumped. "The more it's brought up, the more I'm realizing how difficult this actually is."

"Then we deal with it when it happens." Vaggie would reply, her jaw tightening as her patience thinned further. "I'd rather take that risk here where we can protect him than let him wander around Hell with Angel as his so-called guide."

Angel scoffed loudly. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I miss the part where you became the queen of buzzkills? I'm just trying to help the guy acclimate. You can only acclimate so much in this dump before he has to face the reality of what Charlie pulled him into."

"Acclimate?" Vaggie shot back, her tone dripping with disbelief. "You mean parade him around like a walking target? Do you have any idea what kind of danger that puts him in?"

"Oh, relax, toots! I know Hell better than anyone else here. I can keep the Doc outta trouble," Angel retorted. "Besides, don't you think it's better for him to see the reality of what he's dealing with instead of just staying cooped up in this little day care you've set up?"

"It's not a daycare," Vaggie hissed through clenched teeth. "It's a safe place for sinners to grow and redeem themselves. Something you don't seem to take seriously."

"Oh, I take it seriously, babe." Angel replies with a huff, unbothered by her anger. "Real seriously. I just think the Doc needs a little... perspective. Isn't that's what these trust exercises' are all about?"

Husk groaned from his stool, rubbing his temple with one paw. "This is gonna go in circles all day, isn't it?" He drowned the rest of his drink and grumbled. "For what it's worth, Angel's got a point. If this guy is gonna stick around, he's gonna have to deal with what's outside eventually. Better to rip the band-aid off now."