||Child of the Hotel|| Hazbin Hotel Parent Scenarios

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Charlie:

Charlie sighed and slid down the cool wood of the entrance doors to the hotel. Who knew it could be so stressful running a hotel that only housed a handful of demons. Burying her face in her hands, she wondered if she could keep this up. Charlie rubbed her eyes on leaned back, gazing up the the crimson sky, which was turning dark with day ending.

A few muffled yells startled Charlie, and she whipped around to one of the nearest windows to see Vaggie and Angel fighting to get a look out of it. Vaggie quickly shoved Angel out of view and awkwardly waved at her. Charlie smiled and waved back. Turning back around, she slouched forward and smiled at the thought of her girlfriend.

She stood up to head back inside the hotel when a shrill sound pierced the somewhat quiet atmosphere. Charlie could faintly recognise it as the sound of a small child. To be honest, Charlie didn't like the sound of crying babies, but she knew that babies usually had a reason to cry. She quickly weighed her choices for about a second before rushing off to find the source of the crying.

Charlie quickly found the noise was coming from under a bridge nearby the hotel. She realised that she and Vaggie came here for downtime whenever things got too hectic in life. Carefully stepping over bits of old bones and rocks, Charlie made her way to underneath the bridge.

In a small basket (that looked like it could fall apart on second), wrapped in (F/C) blankets, was a small demon that was crying their eyes out. You heard the Charlie's footsteps as she approached your location and you stopped crying so you could get a better look at her. At the sight of your big, rounded eyes Charlie's heart melted and she swiftly picked you up and rearranged our blankets so they fit more snug around you. She cradled you to her chest and started on her way back to the hotel.

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Angel Dust

Angel happily tossed his newly acquired bag of Angel Dust from hand to hand. After a successful skirmish between him and his gal pal Cherri and a group of pissed of demons, he had decided to treat himself. Yeah, he was "trying" to be on his best behaviour for Charlie, but to hell with it. Angel just realised that he would probably have to sneak it past Vaggie or Al when he arrived at his destination, but he'd burn that bridge when it came to it. Perhaps he should just have it now? Yeah, that sounds like a good idea, and he wouldn't have to sneak it past anyone.

Or at least, that was the plan. Until a familiar goat demon rushed past and snagged the drugs right out of Angel's hands. Said demon let out a cackled as they rushed past and in to an alleyway. Angel quickly followed after them, his long legs allowing him to catch up quickly.

Fucking hell! How long could this damn goat run for? It's been like, fifteen minutes of just running! Yeah, Angel had built up a lot of stamina resistance over his years in hell ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), but this demon could run! Angel finally decided to give up and slink back to the hotel to nurse his injured pride. Well, he would've of, but that was until a scurrying sound catch his attention. It was the sound of something small, so he didn't feel in any immediate danger, so he decided to check it out.

Looking over to where he heard the sound Angel could see the silhouette of a demon running out of sight. Confused, he looked to where they were and saw a box with some illegible writing scribbled on the side. Angel casually strolled over to the box and leaned down to open. He let out a startled noise and backed away. This caused you to start crying.

Oh fuck! Angel thought. What the fuck should he do? He nervously approached the box again and as soon as you could see him, you started becoming quiet again. You gave him a wide eyed stare, tears clinging to the corners of your eyes. You reached you chubby arms out to Angel as a sign that you wanted to be picked up. Angel didn't know what compelled him to do so, but he did. Thinking back on it now, Angel guessed that it was the fact that you looked a little like Fat Nuggets to him.