--Hazbin Hotel -- Charlie x Male reader oneshots! AUs! and scenarios!

Mute! Reader x Charlie part 1

*This is going to be a two chapter oneshot of a mute reader, should I continue it? Tell me what you think!*

(Y/n) never was much for words, long before he received his injury he still didn't talk much, he didn't care for anything people said about him but he did care about what they said to each other.

Before he died he was an excellent communication officer as well as in spywork and espionage during his time serving as a soldier. He knew when to impart information and when to retain it, hell did not frighten him nor did it's inhabitants.

(Y/n) had very quickly became a feared demon in hell, he knew everything about everyone yet he never spoke a word but merely observed.

He was also an excellent fighter most of his fights were over territory and he hardly had to put any effort in those hand to hand fights he always won.

He wore advanced armor over a hooded trench coat the armor was a gun metal grey and had lines and areas that glowed a blue-violet and his hooded trench coat was a dark purple.

What made him unique was his visor on his mask which he never took off, it was black and reflective much like the tinted windows of a limo, He could see out of it but no one could see in.

What is special about his visor is that he is able to record other people speak and replay it on his visor it acting like a TV screen.

This made many people speak cautiously around him not knowing if he was recording their conversation or not.

(Y/n) walked down the street in hell listening for anything interesting to be whispered, as he walked he heard the TVs at a Electronic store play the 666 news and the princess of hell was taking center stage. (Y/n) recorded interested watching her explain her grand plan.

"Ladies and Gentlemen I'm opening the first of it's kind a hotel that rehabilitates sinners!" Charlie exclaimed cheerfully and receiving no response. People around him laughed at the girl's foolishness but (Y/n) ignored them.

He has to talk to this 'Charlie' if there is any hope of him escaping he has to take it.

(Y/n) silently walked in the direction of the news station nodding at the small shadow hovering overhead.

It did not take long for (Y/n) to find the news station, by the time he arrived the segment was over and Charlie (the poor girl) was a laughing stock.

As he approached her the other girl she was talking to, who appeared to have one eye and an 'X' for the other focused her attention on him wearily either squinting at him to see who he was or scowling at him for who he was, he did not know which.

He gently tapped Charlie's shoulder making her jump and turn around clearly startled from not hearing him approach.

"Oh Hi! There mister?..." Charlie politely asked the silent demon for his name.

"..." 

"Uh hello?" Charlie waved her hand in front of (Y/n) visor curiously.

Finally, (Y/n) moved grabbing a piece of paper and pointing towards Charlie's chest.

Charlie looked down at where he was pointing and blushed whilst Vaggie growled at (Y/n) for thinking what they thought he meant.

Seeming to piece together the two girl's assumption (Y/n) shook his head 'no.' and stretched his finger straight pointing at the pen resting in a pocket on the front of her Red blazer.

"Huh? oh! You need my pen Sorry for the um...confusion." Charlie said handing the taller mute demon the pen which he gently took with a nod.

(Y/n) looked down at the paper and wrote quickly.