Hazbin Hotel x Male Reader[demon]

Disaster

As the limo reached to where Angel Dust was fighting the limp dick snake, I told Charlie to pull over, and she did. I walked out of the limo and towards the trio.

Angel: "That's what you get, Pentious!" He shouts to the beaten up snake.

Pentious: "Oh, I'm not even close to being done, I have one trick up my sleeve, and it will BLOW YOU TO-" He was cut off as I electrocuted him to unconciousness.

Angel: "Y/n? Nice one dude!" I looked at him, pissed off. "Uhh, Y/n?"

Y/n: "In the limo, N O W !" I shouted. Angel was about to say something, but shut his mouth and walked inside.

Cherri: "Hey, aren't you Fallen?"

Y/n: "I have no time for you right now, I have important things to do." I say as I walked back into the limo and signaled it to drive. Charlie was still feeling down and looking out the window, while Vaggie had more hate in her eyes than me, staring at Angel, who was playing with the window behind him. Angel looked at us.

Angel: "What?"

Vaggie: "What? WHAT!? What were you doing!?" she says, ripping some of her hair. I would comment on it, but I was sadly more fixated on Angel.

Angel: *Sighs* "I owed my girl buddy a solid, Isn't that a redeeming quality? Helping friends with stuff?"

Vaggie: "Not with turf wars that involve with territorial genocide!"

Angel: "Eh, you win some, you lose a few hundred, heheheheheh. It wasn't that bad anyway." He went to continue playing with the lever until I punched it with electricity around my arm, causing it to fry and stop working, as well as putting a large dent where the lever was. "What's with you?!"

Y/n: "What's with me? I don't know, maybe it was the fact that instead of helping Charlie with what you SAID you'd help her with, your ass was shooting chicken fetuses and beating a fucking snake with a turf war!

Angel: "Look, what would you think would happen to my reputation if people found out I was trying to go clean? It just throws out my entire persona." I stood there, stunned.

Y/n: "Are you serious right now!?"

Vaggie: "What about the hotel? Your little stunt made us look like a fucking joke!"

Angel: "No no no, babe. Jokes are funny. I made ya look, uh, sad. And pathetic. Like an orphan, with no arms, or legs. Oh, with progeria! Great, now I'm bummed just thinking about it. This thing have any liquor?" I grab him by the neck, throw him down on the floor, and put my palm close to him, filled with my purple foam.

Y/n: "Take this fucking seriously asshole! I thought you died or something!"

Angel: "Why would you think that?"

Y/n: "Because, you and I were outside during the cleanse, I didn't know about it, and look what happened to me!" I shouted, pointing at my bandages. "And not only that, but I wasn't even concerned about my own health, nor damages, I was worried about YOU! But all you did was make me worry for nothing, because you practically killed Charlie's dream before it got a chance to stand UP! All because of you! All because of your selfish BULLSHIT! I'm sure your bitch of a friend was fine WITHOUT YOU! But if your so worried about your reputation more, then WE. DON'T. NEED. YOU!" I said. Moments of silence passed, and I let him go and slumped on the seat next to Charlie and Vaggie, and covered my face with my hands. "I'm sorry, but you had riled me up, and I want this to work. I just hope if you stick around, you'll try to consider our feelings too." I said before leaning my head back. Vaggie and Charlie consoled me while Angel had an extremely guilty face on him. He didn't say anything, because he was left speechless again.

We pulled up to the run downed hotel we had to live in. Everyone entered the hotel. Vaggie went to slump on the couch, Angel went to get a popcicle, and I went to tune in my guitar.

Charlie had went outside to make a phone call to her mother.

Charlie: "Hey mom, uh, I know I keep calling, and you must be busy, really busy. The interview didn't go well, and I don't know if I'm going to make a difference. I don't know what I'm doing. I could really use some advice mom. I think dad was right about me. Anyways, I'll stop talking before this gets long. Love you, bye." She hangs up as she slumps back inside and sits next to me.

Y/n: "You okay?" I ask. SHe says nothing, but rests her head on my lap.

Charlie: "I just want to keep listening to you play for a bit." She says. I look at her and nod. Angel looked into the hallway to see us as I continue playing. His look saddens a bit, before returning back to normal. He looks next to the stairs to see the corpse of a cleanser. Angel walks up and inspects it.

Angel: "Hey Y/n? Is this a dead cleanser?" I turn to look at him and nod. He investigates the scene. There is a blood puddle on the floor, assuming to be Y/n's blood, and more of it dragged off to the side, until it stopped next to a cleansers spear, covered in Y/n's blood as well. [Poor kid, and he was worried about me more than himself...] He pondered, before sitting down on a table.

Vaggie: "Y/n?" I look up to Vaggie. "Do you think we can still do this?"

Y/n: "I...don't know Vaggie." I say. "It's hard to depict. I do know it won't be anytime soon though." I say, knowing how hell works fully. How people are, how corrupt the city is, and how the high rulers don't give two shits, this was just like the living world. These were the type of people that I murdered. They ended up here, as well as maybe a third of the government. How the hell am I gonna change the people I fought to get rid of up there? I wondered. It's not impossible, but not easily done.

My thoughts were interrupted when a knocking was heard at the front door.

{Mega: "Well, it's getting late, so the last temporary chapter will be done tomorrow. stay safe, and better not have any of my fans die to covid."}