Hazbin A Helluva Life: Work-in-Progress Edition

The Dick Master's Recruit

Obie: (Why did we do this without protection...) 😖

Obie: Finally, something I can do 🫩

He grabbed his first gun(s) to use, which is the Navy Lugers, and fire at the target, doing some fair accuracy.

Lute: Not good enough

Obie: What? That's room for improvement

Lute: There is no room for improvement. There's only perfection

Obie: If there's no improvement, then how do I get better if I don't, at least, have some mistakes to-

Obie gets hit by the side of Lute's sword in the face.

Lute: Never judge your trainer's skill and knowledge

Finally returning after a harsh training and not exactly getting better or worse,...

Obie: Oh, right. I don't live in the alley anymore

...Obie returned to Adam's Mansion, entering the place as it was dark out.

Adam: What up, homie

Abel: Oh, hey! You're ba-

He then noticed Obie's bruised up face.

Abel: Oh my, what happened?! Do you need me to help you?! Do you need something?! I can help!

Obie: I-I'm good, I'm good

Adam: You heard 'im. Just your typical Angel trying to be better at defending himself

Obie: You're more worse than I thought

He walked over to the kitchen to get something to eat.

Obie: Wait, where am I sleeping!

Adam: (Leans back around corner) Oh, you're just sleeping with Abe (Walks away)

Obie: Wait, you have how many rooms, yet I'm sleeping with-

Abel: (Excitement Shrieks) You won't forget it! I mean, regret! Sorry, I just- you know

Obie: What

Obie was wearing a tank top and shorts for bed.

Obie: When I ever get to sleep with someone in the same bed one day, married or not, this is not what I imagined it to be

Abel: I hope you don't mind snuggles

Obie: He said I'd have a room, not...this!

Abel: Don't worry, I'll be gentle. I always am

Obie: I'm not ready for this... 😖

For being his real bed in a long time, it was quite comfortable. His only problem is that he was basically sharing a bed with Abel, not that he hated the middle child of Adam and Eve, he's quite nice. Abel slept happily as Obie was laying on his left side facing his back towards him, still not feeling comfortable and more awkward about this, especially that HUGE age difference.

Obie: (I hate you, Adam)

He simply tried scooting away more further, but all of a sudden, Abel's arm wrapped around him and draw him into a snuggle during his sleep. Obie tries to free himself, but Abel's grip was strong, even for being the Dick Master's purely beloved cinnamon son. At least one of them for now.

Obie: *Oh God...*

Abel: (Happy sleep chuckles)

[Verse 1]
The racing crowds have an outlook that's cracked in truth
You stay and cry, but that thinking is flat there too
A lively beat keeps the time till a clap's no use
Wanna forget 'cuz it's revving the chainsaw fumes

[Pre-Chorus]
Hu, hu, huu, hu huuuu
This roaring engine runs and brings a flood
Hu, hu, huu, now, click your rusty tongue
It's just blackened from chainsaw blood

[Chorus]
My blood, it seethes, boiling deep, and I can't ever stop
Although I smash and I slash, it'll never drop
Hu, hu, hu, hu
Tell me, why cry? Tell me why? Chainsaw blood
My blood, it seethes, boiling deep, and it can't ever stop
A night of dreams haunting me in which I swallow clots
Hu, hu, hu, hu
Tell me, why cry? Tell me why? Chainsaw blood
My blood, it seethes, boiling deep, and it can't ever stop
A night of dreams haunting me in which I swallow clots
Hu, hu, hu, hu
Tell me, why cry? Tell me, why you grinning?