A Mistake (Hazbin Hotel OC Insert)

Chapter 1

(Angela POV)

July 30th, 1999

It's been almost a year since the pair arrived, and they've learned to coordinate almost perfectly. Almost. They still mess up from time to time, but now they can function in society and are looking for a job. So far, they've had no luck whatsoever, everyone saying that their lack of single mindedness and conflicting personalities would get in the way. Antonio looks constantly dejected and Roso, though he says he's fine, is having it just as bad. Since they're living with me and I'm teaching them about Hell, I feel like a mother (something I died before I got to do). And that makes it hurt that they're hurting.

I watch them walk out as they head to another interview. I just hope they actually get it this time...

(Roso POV)

As Antonio and I head out the door, we look back again at Angela. She acts like our mother. Reminds me of our actual mother. I miss her... anyway, we head on our way to the interview. Some place called "Uoi'nota". No clue how to pronounce that, but that's how it's spelled. We're probably going to get rejected again, but hey, nothin' I ain't used to.

We get to the door and walk in. The place looks and smells great. Fancy enough to seem nice, but normal enough to feel cozy. The kind of place you would enjoy spending time with your friends. If you had any.

We head to the kitchen, as per the owners instructions, and then to the wooden door in the back. This led us to a cozy little office with a demoness sitting at the desk. She had pitch black skin, waist length white hair, and silver eyes that reflected the light, creating the illusion of a glow. At the time, she had an annoyed scowl and their hair was tied up in a ponytail.

In short, she looked like the kind of woman you don't wanna make angry.

She acknowledges us and then nods to the chair in front of her desk. We sit down and she stops what she's doing to look at us. Her look seems to soften, but only slightly. "So, why the hell do you wanna work here?" she asks, sounding less annoyed than she looks. Not that it makes her any less terrifying. 

"Well, not only has everyone else turned us down, but we also really like cooking," I explained, knowing that Antonio was far too shy to say anything. Antonio just lightly nods, not finding it in him to make eye contact. She responds with a hum and then continues. "So, the two heads thing. How does it work?"

Again, I explain, "I control the right side of the body, and Antonio here controls the left side. That's why we get turned down so often." It's embarrassing to say, and basically workplace suicide, but if she's going to employ us, she needs to know that kind of thing.

She stares down for a moment, seemingly deep in thought, before looking back up at us with a dark look. "Ya gonna steal or break shit, punk?" she asks, sounding as though she'd been lied to about that far too many times. We tense up at her dark aura and quickly shake our heads. She seems pleased by our reaction and the room seems to lighten  up again. Then, she says.....

"Your hired."

Wait, what the fuck? They're actually taking us? Antonio and I gain dumbstruck expressions before regaining our composure and going into a discussion about the fine details of the position. "Alright, you start next week. Be late and I chop your dick off."

We nod and then get up to leave. Just as we get to the door, we stop and ask for her name. She looks at us quizzically before going back to her paperwork and saying that her name was Tia.

That's a very pretty name. Fitting.

(Antonio POV)

August 2nd, 1999

It's our first day on the job, and I'm scared shitless. We're gonna fuck it up. We always fuck it up somehow. I always fuck it up somehow. I start shaking in fear and anticipation, and Roso seems to notice that, as he takes a second to stop and comfort me. I can tell he's scared too. It makes me feel... less alone. It's strange, y'know? How we take comfort in knowing that others are having the same pain that we are. If we were half-decent creatures, we wouldn't want anyone to have to go through the shit that we do. And yet, we do.

Anyway, we finish getting dressed and head to the door, but are stopped just before we get there. We turn around to see Angela, looking up at us sweetly (we learned quickly that we were rather large. Get your head out of the gutter). She wishes us luck and gives us a hug before sending us on our way. Shit, she really does act like a mom. We walk to the restaurant to start our first day...

(Tia POV)

The boy's just started their shift, so with all new recruits, I watch to see how they do. They seem to quickly get into a rhythm, Antonio focusing mostly on the dish while Roso coordinated with the other chefs. I gotta say, for their first time being a chef, they're not doing to bad. They also seem to get along well with the other staff. I get the feeling they'll fit right in here.

(Angela POV)

The boys came home looking worn out, but accomplished. Clearly, the day went well. Still, it's common courtesy to ask. "So, how'd ya boys do? Like your new job?"

They look at me, and if they had mouths, I can tell that they'd have smiled a bit. "It went great! Didn't realize how much I loved cooking until I tried it," Roso responded, still doing most of the talking for the pair. Antonio nodded and seemed pleased.

But Roso... I could see it in his eyes. He still blames himself for Antonio being stuck here. If we don't find a solution to this soon, it may start becoming a problem.

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