The scene starts with Angel Dust, tied and bound to a chair. Just reaching the grasp of consciousness.
Captor: Finally awake, Angel Dust.
Angel grins a sly grin.
Angel Dust: Yeah, and what's it to ya?
The captor holds a knife to Angel Dust's throat.
Captor: I want you to tell me where your boss stashes his vault.
Angel gives a sly smirk.
Angel Dust: It's hilarious you think I'd tell you anything.
The captor holds Angel by the neck, glaring him in the face.
Captor: Fine. I guess I'll just have to fuck the information outta ya.
Angel Dust: Do your worst. Daddy.
The captor rips their shirt open and pounces onto Angel
Angel Dust: Ohhhh, yeahhh, baby!
Out in the lobby of the hotel, you and the others watch this scene with less then pleased expressions. With the exception of Niffty.
Angel Dust: You know, this performance won me a 'Sex-x-xi' award.
Y/N: I don't have enough hands to cover all of my eyes.
Charlie: It's, uh... very... honest?... Oh.
She turns away, trying her best to stick it out but unable to at the end of the day.
Vaggie: Okay enough of that, Angel what the fuck.
Angel Dust: What?! You said was Show n' Tell day. I'm showin' you my best film, and I'm tellin' you that it scored me a win over that bitch, Tiffany Titfucker.
Husk: Ya know, not a very convincing interrogation scene.
Husk says while cleaning a glass.
Angel Dust: Alright, dickhead. What makes you think you have any right to insult my work to my fuckin' face?
Husk: You really gonna sit there and act like these scripts ain't hot garbage?
Angel gasps in response.
Angel Dust: Fuck you. This is classy art!
He says referring to the TV as you help cover Sir Pentious' eyes.
Husk: That's bullshit. You get drunk and bitch about them all the time. Everyone likes to bitch to the bartender. I know everything about you and these motherfuckers at this point.
Husker points to Pentious.
Husk: That one. That one is an insecure buffoon whose lonely ass watches you idiots sleep!
He then points to Charlie.
Husk: Princess, is a bleeding heart who wants to solve everybody else's problems 'cept her own.
Charlie: What?! No, I-- what? Pffff, no, no.
He then moves on to Vaggie.
Husk: This one, judges everyone and everything because she hates herself.
Vaggie just groans knowing he was right. Especially with every thing that's been going on.
Husk: And Niffty? Heh... You don't even want to know what her deal is.
Husk drinks from a bottle of whiskey as Angel laughs at the accuracy of his assumptions.
Angel Dust: You weren't kidding! Oh ho, wow! Kitten's got claws. Meow.~
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Every Queen Needs A Throne (HazbinHotelXMaleAngelReader)
FanfictionYou are one of heaven's top angels, one who carries out their tasks with speed and the utmost important. You have a heart of gold and eyes everywhere. Literally. But some time ago, after the extermination of the past, you hear something that got you...
