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

Chapter 13

Youve gotten used to the slowness of the hotel by now, few monsters coming in, yet always leaving after only a few days. So far, no permanent residents besides yourself.
You haven't left the building since the incident with the drunks, instead helping Nifty in cleaning and taking away Angel's drugs he somehow always manages to sneak in.
You've grown comfortable around the spider, often listening to his ranting about not having enough points for some of the booze at the bar or Vaggie having found his latest stash of drugs.
Though you cant speak back to him, you do let out an occasional humming noise to let him know your listening, even changing the pitch to show whether you agree or not.
The others have grown used to you aswell, making sence of some of your grunts, growls, and hums.
You often mimic others using these sounds, and though it is ment to annoy them, it has turned into a way of communication and understanding between you all.
Sounds that you cant make are instead replaced with others that resemble it, allowing most words to be distinguished. Its even gotten to the point were you ranted to Nifty about Vaggie ruining your fun of teasing Husk.
However, there seems to be a natural distance between you and Alastor, like two alphas in a pack, ignoring the other, but working towards the same goal for others.
Every once in a while, on a slow, rainy day, you both will make peace and share the couch, each on the opposite end yet sharing the warmth of the fire all the same.
You've learned to enjoy these calm moments, times where you both dont fight for dominance, times where you both seem to reach an understanding.
That brings you to where you are now, curled up at one end of the couch, Alastor at the other, and Nifty sat between you both, leaning on you lazily.
Nifty is a common ground you both are willing to make peace over, silently taking turns and at times like these, both of you enjoying her company.
Your empty eyelight reappears ever so slightly as you feel a small hand rub circles into the scarred flesh of your tail, tracing the scars and invisible patterns of the scales.
Your small pupil lazily drifts over to look at Alastor, seeing him in the most relaxed state the smiley trashbag will likley ever be in.
His tense posture is slightly slack, following the natural curve of the cushions instead. His long legs are crossed in a subconscious posture, ears a bit lower than normal aswell. The normallly tight smile is now more relaxed, though forever present, and his eyelids are low, pupils unfocused yet drawn to the fire. 
Slowly, those pupils move to stare into yours, conveying contentment, yet not revealing any thoughts. You let out a small yawn, twitching slightly at the backlash of your 'jaw' clinking out of place before returning to normal.
When you look back at him, his pupils are a bit more focused, examining you closely, not bothering to be secret about it.
You let out a small puff through your grills, nuzzeling your muzzle like snout into Nifty's side as you shift slightly to get more comfortable.
The room fills with silence once more, the only sounds being the soft breathing of you three and the gentle crackling of the fire.
Your body slowly gets heavier and heavier as you feel your mind begin to slowly drift off, and slip into the world of sleep.

DING DING DING

The sound is followed by the screams of the unprepared, the slaughtering of their sinfull souls already begining to take place.
Your head jerks up at the noise, thoughts and questions flooding your mind until they land on the solution.

The dark angels.

(Word count - 642)

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