One Helluva Team (Hazbin Hotel + Helluva Boss OC Story)

Chapter 1: OVERTURE

Luke: Look, I can respect that you hate tv and prefer listeners instead of watchers. But this isn't what we had in mind for representation on us.

Vaggie: When you showed up here a week ago, you told us you would help run this hotel. Instead, you're mocking us. Nobody's gonna wanna come to a place that a powerful overlord like you thinks is a waste of time.

Angel Dust raises his hand from the couch, catching everyone's attention.

Vaggie: What?

Angel Dust: If'n you're filming a commercial, can I suggest you take better advantage of the talented celebrity you have right here?

Vaggie: Angel, you're a porn star.

Angel Dust: A famous porn star. I'll have the horniest sinners knocking these walls down to get in.

Luke: No degens on the property.

Angel Dust: What does that make me then?

Luke: A freak with some-what of a brain.

Angel Dust: Aw, you're too kind.

Vaggie: We are not filming a porn as a commercial.

Angel Dust: Why not? Sex sells don't it? I swear if you film me going at it with Mr. fancy talk creepy voice here, you'd be rolling in participants willing to stay at this tacky hotel.

As he was explaining, Alastor appears right beside the couch next to Angel Dust and laughs with amusement.

Alastor: Ha ha. Never going to happen.

Charlie: Angel, I appreciate you wanting to use your special skills to, um, attract folks to the hotel, but I really don't want to exploit you in that way.

Vaggie: Not to mention, Luke would blow a gasket.

Angel Dust: Oh, please, baby. This body was made to be exploited. I got the arms, I got the stamina, I got the legs. I got the lung capacity. (laughs). Oh, I got the legs. The gag reflex, the holes, the chest fluff everyone thinks are tits. Plus, last I check, isn't the "Toughest Hellhound in Pride" supposed to really be a peaceful dog.

Luke: You really wanna test that theory?

Vaggie: Luke, ¿de qué hablamos?

Luke: (rolls his eyes) "Si son parte del hotel, no les des una paliza".

Angel Dust: In English?

Charlie: If they're part of the hotel, don't beat the shit out of them.

Luke: Even if the nut-sack rightfully deserves it.

Charlie's phone then begins to ring, and she sees it's from her dad.

Charlie: Hold that thought. I'll be right back.

Angel Dust: I could keep going all night, baby.

Luke: Give your balls a tug.

As Charlie goes off to talk to her dad, and remaining demons keep discussing what to do.

Angel Dust: Hey, I have a question. If freaky face over there is so powerful, then why can't he just make people stay here?

Alastor: Oh, trust me, (smiles in a mischievously creepy look with dark magic) I can.

Husk: Why do you think I'm here?

They look over at the bar and see Husk.

Husk: You actually think I'd be cleaning bottles and listening to you fucks bitch and moan all the time if he wasn't forcing me?