《Say it with me boys~》 {Hazbin Hotel X Reader}

Chapter 7

A deafening sound indead, the silence after the storm some may say. But it was only begining.
The blonde demon hesitated before making her way twards the door, placing her hand on the knob, twisting and opening it with ease.
"He-"
The door shut with a slam, the vibration reverberating through the creases of the floorboards and up into your spine, making you freeze.
Blondie took a double take.
"-llo!"
Another slam, this time tho, the blonde turned to a couch with a white head, that of whitch you had not noticed before.
"Vaggie!"
"What?" There was clear annoyance in her voice. Grummpy bum.
"The radio demon is at the door" the nervousness in her voice was not what set you on edge, however the name did. You took a second to register the voice you had heard, and connected the dots rather slowly.
You were thrown back from your thoughts as you heard the voice of your tormenter, speaking to the blonde.
"May I speak now?" You wound have scrunched up your nose if you had one, he sounded so smug.
"You may"
"Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you darling! Quite a pleasure!"
He pushed past her, shaking her hand before she can react, making his way into the room.
"I saw your fiasco on a picture show! Well i haven't been that entertained since the stock market crash of 1929! HAHAHA ooooh so many orphans"
He was stopped in his tracks as Vaggie pointed a spear at his thin throat, mumbling in what you assumed was some type of spanish.
She continued to angerly insult the powerful demon before her, seemingly ammused by her antics.
"Dear, believe me. If I wanted to hurt anyone here..." he slowly tilted his head, static and symbols you vaguely recognized, floating around him. His eyes turned to dials, his figure blurring with the deep static of his voice, which dropped an octive lower.
"Ï wøŮļđ hÅvə ĐőÑê §ø ÅĺłŘəąĐý"
The deep voice sent chills down youd already quivering spine.
You didnt hear the rest of what they said, watching the red demon as they walked past your figure on the floor.
You swear you saw that smug smirk of his nearly split his face in half as he took a small side glance at you as he walked.
You huffed angerly and dragged yourself to the old couch that sat against the right wall.
You puffed out youd chest at the spink and white spider, your head held high in an instinctal show of dominance. He simply smirked and ruffled his chest fluff up, watching as you hauled yourself up and onto the couch, watching him wearily, your eyes holding slight intrest.
You both held eye contact for a few seconds, neither backing down. You mind was practically screaming 'bitch my pussy pops more than yours'.
If only you knew the same thoughts were running through his head aswell.
You turned back to see the radio demon pull out a black mass from the refurnished fireplace. Your eyes glittered with motherly love as you watched the black of the mass poof away, revealing a child... er, is she a child? You didnt know, but your instincts were going crazy.
She started running around, after introducing herself of course, and gripping about how dirty the place was.
You picked her up in your jaws the momenf she was close enouph, setting her in your lap and curling around her. She was confused at first, attempting to wiggle free, but eventually she laid still, her child like mind resting in the presence of a motherly figure.
Your peace wasn't long lived sadly, the radio demon summoning his shadow slaves from the fire, most zipping by you, one of witch you caught and ate. He grabbed charlie and ran around with her, singing.
Tho it was annoying to have your peace disturbed, you found yourself lolling your head to the music.
You couldnt help it, 1930's is your favorite decade of music besides rock.
Before he could finish the last word of his song, a huge chunk of wall went flying past you, taking nifty, who had slipped from your arms to dance, with it.
You grumbled in annoyance, forcing yourself off the couch and into the air, drifting a bit before you regained yourself, floating over to the hole, peaking out with the others.
There, infrount of you all was a giant blimp like thing, a speaker allowing you to hear the laughter of the person inside.
There was a small exchange between the bag of venison, and what sounded like some type of snake demon. Before a gianf ray gun could blast you all to dust, Venison snapped his fingures, a circular portal opening, the same tentacles you faught before coming out of it.
You allowed yourself to drift without thought, ending up upside down somehow. You simply watched the show of power that you had seen before, already knowing what was going to happen.
When it was all over, venison only held on to his threatening ora fod a few more seconds, smilling creepoly to himself.
He snapped out of it quickly however, rambling abouf being hungry and a receipe his mother taught him.
The others followed behind him, all to shocked to say anything, yourself following not to far behind.

You really hate that guy.

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