Waiting for you...(Male Reader X Hazbin Hotel)

Prologue: A good day gone bad

(Y/n) a very timid youngman was spent in his room drawing, playing video games, and practicing his instruments. He often thought out loud and would talk to himself, he really didn't have any friends, more obsessed with the stuff he had at his home. His little brother Arthur would often barge in and annoy him, but he did enjoy the company when he came, in truth his only friend during his life was his little brother; his parents didn't really want to bother him with his personal life and would often leave him cooped up in his room. "I really wish I could play this new tune to someone", he said out loud. "You called!", Arthur said to him. "Aaach", (y/n) yelped out loud, "would you please announce your presence any louder next time Arty". "Will do bro", Arthur replied, "So what was this tune you wanted to play". (Y/n) replied with a quiver in his voice, "Just play the tune already," Arthur replied in an encouraging tone.

I proceeded to go over to his piano keyboard, " I just hope I don't mess up in front of you" Arthur replied, "No way, just play the tune before I leave your room." "A...A...Alright." (Y/n) proceeded to play the tune, each finger moving slowly at first, then fast as the song neared its end. As the last chord was hit there was silence from Arthur who was awestruck in what his brother played for him, "That was a nice song big bro, you should play for mom and dad" "You know I can't do that, as soon as I play for them I mess up so many times I have to restart the song after I'm halfway done with it",(Y/n) uncertainty replied. "Well whatever, you play well, remember that, also try not to be late for breakfast this time" "Thank you Arthur, see ya there"

(Y/n)!!! Breakfast is ready, come get it while it's hot". "Yes mother", (Y/N) replied in a cheery tone, even though he didn't talk to his parents that much, he was very happy whenever they did. "So what's for breakfast ma?"(Y/N) replied. "Bacon and eggs with a side of toast", (Y/N)'s mother replied. As you sat down you saw your father and brother talking to each other about sports, even though you didn't really talk, you enjoyed the light banter that was going on. Your father then asked if you wanted to play some football with him and your brother but as always you declined the offer and asked if you could just watch along with you mother.

After what seemed like hours that you and your family had quality time(which was quite rare) you could only have a smile on your face as the sun was starting to set. Your brother was fast asleep on the ground after wrestling with his father and playing around in the backyard all day. You would carry him inside but, and maybe because of genetics, he was taller than you. "Hey dummy, you're gonna wake up", as you nudge his head a little. "I'm up....already night time", Arthur replied sluggishly. "Yep and now it's time to go inside...now come on I don't want to drag you inside we all know how that ended up last time, mom and dad both had to get us."

Nightfall arises

(Y/n) was fast asleep in his comfy bed when he heard something fall in what seemed to be in the living room. He knew his parents might not have woken up due to them being heavy sleepers. "What was that." He said while barely being conscious; he opened his door to the hallway, seeing his brother's room in front of him, seeing a crudely drawn image of him and his family together. As he went to the living room he saw what appeared to be a person in all black near the couch. As (y/n) noticed the figure, he hid near the hallway. "Oh shoot.", he said under his breath. He noticed someone was behind the burglar with what seemed to be a knife or sharp object, "Arthur...", he said lightly, of all the time to act like a grown up, why now. As your brother plunged the knife into the burglar, the person yelled out in pain before punching your brother in the gut. You began to be filled with rage, (y/n) rushed over to the burglar and tackled him. The burglar began to take out a gun, as he began to point it to you, you pushed his hand down to his side as he fired a bullet across the room. You took the knife sticking out of the burglar and plunged it in his torso, because of this he passed out due to shock.

As you got up you looked over to where your brother was, you see him standing with a shocked look on his face. He looked at his chest as a red spot began to form. Tears began to form in your eyes, "No..", you say out loud as you rush to his side, your parents finally come out to see what the commotion was. They looked at what had occurred, your mother ran to your brother's side as your father went over to the burglar, making sure he didn't get up or move, as he was doing this he called the police and requested an ambulance. Before they came your brother said to you, "That could've gone better..."

2 months pass

You pass by your brother's room looking at it with a saddened look, You turn around and walk inside your room. Even though time has passed since that day you still can't forget no matter how hard you try. You went on your bed and cried into your pillow, since your mother had antidepressants and you ran out of your dosage, you decide that later on in the day you'll take some from her. "I wonder if Dad still has some of his drinks in the fridge, hopefully he hasn't gone through a pack already" Later on in the day your mother and father went to your room and asked if you wanted to come to the cemetery, you declined reluctantly as you still want to remember him. As they left, you scrambled over to take some antidepressants from your mother's nightstand, once you got them you went to the fridge. Saddened with the empty fridge filled with nothing but cold drinks and microwaveable food...that probably spoiled, "I only need one of these...I'm sorry dad." As (y/n) grabbed one he gunned it to the back porch. As he sat down on one of the stairs he drank a swig of his father's drink, "Aaack...oh god this stuff is horrible, how does he drink it without puking." As you say this outloud you notice a dark figure climbing over the fence of your backyard; you notice that they have something sharp in their hand. "No, not again, please not again...", before you had any chance to react, the figure was right next to you and had stabbed you in the chest. You fall back on the stairs and look up at the dark figure and notice that it has horns, red glowing eyes, and a crooked smile looking down on you. "Why...", was the last words (y/n) had uttered before he passed out and began to bleed.