Not Like the Picture Shows (Hazbin Hotel) -Radiodust-

Chapter 2: Thoughts

A/N: Alright, so the last chapter was.. confusing. Even for me, that was NOT a good way to open the story. So let's just jump into this ship, kay?
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    Angel found himself staring at the ceiling. The encounter he had with Alastor a week ago was.. well, it was new. And awkward. Of course Al was.. an interesting type of demon, but this was new to Angel. Usually when he pissed Alastor off the deer demon just laughed it off.

  However, he noticed a pattern. Lately, the radio demon had been avoiding Angel, even before the incident. Was he upset with the spider? Tired of him? Angel sighed, knowing he hated getting depth with those thoughts. He didn't want Alastor to hate him.

   The spider looked to his door and got up. He knew he had work today, at his other job, and sitting around moping was not him.

   As he got ready, he looked in his mirror. The demon gave a smirk at himself, turning to gawk at his curves.

  In all honesty, Angel was attractive. He would admit that and was not shy in saying so. But as he continued to look, for only a second, he saw a worse image of himself.

   Details were difficult, but the world around him became dark and he looked worse than he had ever been. His hair wasn't up in its perky way, bags and blood lied under his eyes, and his fur definitely wasn't its natural pink/white color.

   Angel shook his head, thinking it was possibly his mind playing tricks on him as he didn't get a lot of sleep.

  He pulled out a brush and brushed his hair up, using hairspray to keep it that way. With that, he did his makeup, wanting to look special today.

   As he got in his closet, he pulled on his black booty-shorts and kinky high boots. He buttoned up his "suit" and straightened his bowtie.

   The demon licked his finger and put it on his hip.

  "Beautiful, Angel." He whispered to himself, patting his pig before leaving the room.

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    Alastor smiled his iconic smile into his mirror, fixing his hair and bowtie. He ran his hands across his soft ears, making sure each strand of hair was perfectly smoothed down.

   The radio demon chuckled and sat in his office chair. He made sure to straighten up his pens, given satisfaction when finished.

    He looked out the window onto the streets of hell. The arguing and yelling brought him joy.

   The deer demon looked at the group photo on his desk, specifically Angel Dust.

   Alastor had done what he could to keep Angel away from him. He often found himself staring at the spider demon, admiring how.. dapper he found him.

   Angel was close to Alastor, but he was getting too close. Though Alastor was asexual, he found himself slightly attracted to Angel..romantically more so.

  The deer demon shook the thoughts away and turned the picture to an angel where he didn't have the spider staring at him.

   "They're just thoughts, Alastor. You don't like people..."

   The dkny quickly stood up, holding his bowtie and walking out of his office.

    He met the staff downstairs at breakfast, Niffty on a stool cooking. She waved at him with a big smile, he smiled back and sat at the table.

     Angel sat across the table, looking out the window. Alastor found himself intently staring at him.

    Minutes passed and he watched as Angel ate his food, noticing every small detail. Once finished, Angel coughed with an awkward grin.

    "I'm gonna.. g..get going to work! Hehe.." once he left the room, everyone turned towards Alastor, who was poking his eggs with his fork.

   "May I help you?" He asked uncomfortably.

   Vaggie spit her drink.

  "Dude, you just spent 15 minutes straight staring at Angel! How can creepy can you get?"

  Charlie and Niffty nodded in agreement. Alastor bit his lip, realizing how odd that must've been for everyone.

   "Oh... my bad," he continued to poke his food, an awkward silence filling the room.

   Vaggie sighed and went back to eating, her and the rest of the girls chatting.

    Alastor ran his hand through his styled hair. What was wrong with him today? He was trying to get Angel OUT of his head.

   The radio demon sighed, stood up and put his plate on the counter.

   "I will be working in the office, send a telegram if I am needed," he made his way quickly upstairs and closed the door to his room harshly.

   He sat back in his desk, gripping his hair tightly.

   "What is the matter with me?" He asked aloud.

    Al hit his head on the desk, hoping it would end his constant thoughts.

   It did not help. More thoughts of Angel filled his head. Moments of the spider blushing and getting flustered, him being an idiot, flirting..

    "You're not a little school girl, Alastor! You are the radio demon!" He felt his face get hot, remembering the time he had walked in on Angel and his.. pole dancing techniques. (Lol go watch that stream XD)

   Alastor inhaled deeply, groaning and getting out hotel files Niffty had set on his desk the other day.

    He looked through the papers, noticing a letter in bold print. The deer demon squinted, hoping what it read was a joke.

   "Low profit... shut down?"

  Almost on cue, Charlie bursted into the room.

    "The hotel's losing money!!"
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A/N: Alright, stage is set, problem revealed XD hope this is a better chapter with.. more context.

    ~ScrewyxMothy out