(Y/n) was pushing Husk, Angel, and Vaggie to the lobby so they could get rid of certain guests. "Hey, Charlie, (Y/n) said something about unwanted guests?" Vaggie asked, but her and the others' eyes widened at the guests they had. Now, they understood why (Y/n) is on the edge. Charlie is sitting in a circle with some of the guests along with holding hands with Velvette and Vox. "And I still think about that little koala falling over at the zoo...I'm so sorry." Charlie whimpers, tears welling up in her eyes. Vaggie cautiously walked over. "Whoa, whoa. What the fuck are they doing here?"
Charlie stood up, with Velvette and Vox following her lead, a smirk on her face. "Oh! Hey, Vaggie. I was just showing Vox and Velvette here how our confidential group venting sessions work." Charlie happily explained. Vaggie gave her a strained smile. "Oh, that is so great! Hey, can I borrow you for a sec?" She grabbed Charlie away from Vox and Velvette and pulled her to the rest of their group. "Charlie! What the unholy fuck? When you said you were messaging VoxTek, I thought you'd just talk to some reporter on the street, not the fucking media Overlord!"
Charlie raised her hands. "Okay, well, first, technically, he is a reporter." She glances at Vox. "..I think. And, secondly, the other thing-"
Angel then chimes in. "Charlie, why are they here? You're aware those two crazy fucks hang out with my shit-fuck boss Valentino and are part of the Vees, and you still let them in here? Vox is probably broadcasting to Val!" Angel panics as he pulls at his head fur. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" He turns back and grabs Charlie's shoulders. "Charlie, listen to me. I don't know what they promised you, but I'm telling you right now, they are bad fucking news. Horrible fucking news!"
"Okay, I've talked to Vox, and he assured me that he's just here to film the hotel and put out a special tonight about what he sees here." Charlie then has a sheepish smile. "On the small, tiny, eensy-weensy-teensy condition that we, uh... redeem someone." She then holds Angel's hands. "Yeah! Now that's where you come in, Angel."
"What?!" Angel screamed. "Oh, you've really done it now, Princess." Husk grumbled. "What the actual hell, Charlie?!" (Y/n) yelled. Vaggie then chimes in. "Charlie, we don't even know how Pentious got redeemed. How do you expect us to replicate that on TV?" She questioned.
Angel then got angry about Charlie's idea. "And I ain't being your little guinea pig. Especially in front of Vox. He gets off on watching people suffer. Dude is an absolute c*nt-fuck." He crossed his arms.
"And why do you think Dad is away from him? He's such a self-absorbed control freak." (Y/n) added.
Charlie then pleads with Angel again. "But, Angel, come on. You're the one here closest to getting redeemed. Look, you've quit drugs." She then stammers. "Mostly. You've been nailing your chore chart... sort of. And now that we know it can work, we have an easy step-by-step guide to follow!"
"Charlie, uh, I don't know if--" Angel still wasn't sure about the plan until Husk cut him off. "Now, I normally stay the hell out of all this redemption business, but she got a point there, Legs. Besides, if Flathead and Baby Barbie try anything, I'm sure Alastor's floating around here somewhere, ready to throw down. Plus, we got (Y/n) with her crazy magic too." Husk playfully messed with (Y/n)'s hair. She playfully glared at him. "What is it with you people messing up my hair?"
Charlie grabbed Angel's hands again. "Angel, I realise I'm asking a lot, but you've just made such great progress lately. I bet you're one good deed away from redemption already." She chuckles. Angel blinks at her with a reluctant expression. "Please?" She begged again.
Velvet eye rudely got in between them. "Hey. Sorry. Are we interrupting something? We don't really have all day."
(Y/n) growled at the overlord. She slowly raised her hand to blast Velvette with her magic, but Vaggie placed her hand down so there wouldn't be any trouble.
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The Apprentice Of The Radio Demon
FanfictionIn 1989, (Y/n) was in the seventh grade when her Best friend's death changed her life. Sure they had a good life together, always defending each other from (Y/n)'s sister and her lackeys. The only three people she ever cared about were her mother, b...
