Hellbound mania((Y.Hazbin hotel x F.Reader))

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮

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The Hotel and a radio.

With a look of disbelief you watched as your brother played with the switch that controlled the tinted window dividing the passengers from the driver. Opposite the two of you was Charlie who had her knees against her chest and a sad puppy look on her face and beside her was Vaggie with a face full of rage aimed at your brother.

Vaggie's eye twitched at your brothers behaviour but you couldn't help but find his behaviour slightly funny due to the faces he was making and it reminded you of how excitable he'd be when you two would spend time together back when you were younger.

"What?" Angel Dust asked finally noticing the glares he was receiving from Vaggie.

"What? What?! What were you doing?!" Vaggie screamed ripping out chunks off her hair taking you by surprise.

"I owed my girl buddy a solid isn't that a 'redeeming quality'? Helping friends with stuff And y/n being here is not my fault cause I don't even know why she's here and if I did I would've stopped her from getting involved in that battle sooner." Angel Dust said rolling his eyes before a look of curiosity crossed his face about how you got here.

"Not with turf wars that result in territorial genocide!" Vaggie yelled stopping his curiosity completely.

"Eh, you win some you lose a few hundred." Angel laughed. "It wasn't that bad anyway."

After a few moments of Vaggie and Angel going at each other's throats the last thing you remember before being snapped out of your thoughts was Angel asking about liquor.

"Can you please just try and take this seriously?" Vaggie asked her voice holding a hint of threat.

"Fine, I'll try. Just don't get your taco in a twist baby." Angel said snapping his finger at her and you shook your head.

"Was that you trying to be sexist or racist?"

"Whatever pisses you off more." He replied with a sigh of annoyance. "Is there seriously no liquor in here?"

"I'm gonna kill him." Vaggie stated sitting back in her spot.

"Too late. Wait, would that make me double dead? Ha! Where exactly do I go, to double Hell?" He asked followed by maniacal laughter and you couldn't help but try and stifle a laugh.

"Sorry, you're stuck with me, bitch. Get used to it." He continued.

As you looked over at Vaggie you noticed her pupil had turned into a skull and she was muttering in Spanish probably swearing at Angel.

"Hey, listen. Who cares if some jag offs got hurt. Most of them are ugly freaks look around, you got a bunch of fucking harlequin babies down here. The only good looking people down here is me and Y/n here." Angel said wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

"You're one to talk..." Vaggie mumbled under her breath aiming her words at Angel Dust as she had nothing against you.

"Hey! This body is flawless. Everyone wants some of me and I got the creepy fan letters to prove it." As soon as he pulled out the fan letter you cringed  in disgust the photo making it a hundred times worse.