The Artist Of Hell (Hazbin Hotel X Male Reader) [Discontinued]

Chapter 5: Workaholic

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It's been a week since Sir Pentious tried to murder you all and you've been working nonstop ever since. Successfully finishing Vox's sculpture, you turned your attention to start with the bar. In just a single day you managed to make it brilliant and fit in with the atmosphere of the rest of the hotel. But you decided not to stop there. You lined many portraits in the halls and added artistic furniture in the guests' room and lobby. Charlie tried to award you some sweets and a break but you politely dismissed her, continuing to work on the hotel.

Now it's Sunday, and you were a mess. You were under the immense pressure of being the lead designer of the hotel. You couldn't sleep! No breaks! (D/n) noticed his owner practically dying from the work, whining as he tried to stop you. But work was the only thing on your mind, ignoring the dog's pleading, and you weren't going to disappoint anybody this year. Not ever again for surely punishment would arrive.

You were occupied in the studio back in your home, coming up with plans to furnish the bathrooms and come up with heartfelt quote decorations. You hear a knock on the door followed by (D/n)'s barking. You groaned, rubbing your eyes as you headed over there and opened the door greeted by a familiar couple.

Charlie's POV:

"Oh my god...!" I thought, seeing (Y/n). He got even worse, his skin was paler, his hair not groomed and tangled. His glasses were crooked and slightly dirty on the rims. But worst of all were his eyes, they looked so tired and had bags under them. Me and Vaggie decided to check up on him since he hasn't been to the hotel regularly. I managed a smile, not to alarm him since last time he rejected my offer for a break. I've been... feeling a bit guilty...I mean I'm the one who asked him to work at my hotel! So, this is partly my fault!

"Hey (Y/n)! Mind if we come in?" I nervously smiled, looking up at him.

He sighed, allowing us to enter his home. It was surprisingly clean, but then I remembered that Nifty would come over in the middle of the night and clean (Y/n)'s place while she watched him sleep. ....Okay now that I think that, it is creepy as fuck. But he didn't mind as long as (D/n) was guarding him, also free cleaning.

"Dude are you okay? You look dead." Vaggie asked, looking concerned for the male. (Y/n) slapped himself trying to stay awake.

"I'm fine I'm f-fine! Just a little tired is all- Now you b-both may stay here, but I need to resume my work! You may have whatever you want in my h-home, food, and drinks added. Now if you'll e-excuse me." He went to his studio bringing along him a cup of black coffee with him. (D/n) whined while sitting on the sofa, I frowned and sat down next to the fluffy dog, petting him.

"I know boy I know... I'm worried about him too." (D/n) went on my lap, resting there while licking my hand in appreciation. Vaggie sat down next to me, a troubled look was shown when she spoke.

"That idiot is going to work himself to death! The first guy I've ever trusted and now he's doing this!"

I put my hand around her waist, pulling her close to me. I noticed her X was raging red, I pet her back trying to calm her down.

"We have to find some way to convince him to take a vacation at this point! His work has been amazing for the hotel! But he's really pushing himself... a-and...I think it's my fault he's like this..."

Vaggie stares at me, slightly confused while she held my hand. "Why do you say that hun? It's not like you're the one forcing him to work like this."

"No...But I'm the one who asked him. He's doing all this work and for what? I didn't even pay him because he said no! So..." I looked away, petting (D/n) who whined at me. Vaggie's X glared a deep red, suddenly standing up.