Checkin' In [The Hazbin Hotel Project: Book Two]

Dark Arrangement [Angel Dust x Male! Reader]

Hello everyone and welcome to the official second book of The Hazbin Hotel Project! :) I know it's been a long time since I've been on here, but I am back with my co-writer Murderluv23 to create more stories for everyone to enjoy! 

Murderluv23: Hello! I'm really excited to write where these stories go, especially for the elusive reader.

And there you have it, folks! So without further ado, let the show begin! :)

It took nearly every ounce of energy within his battered body to hobble down the hall, trying to be as quiet as possible. Angel Dust honestly didn't know how it happened but understood the 'why'. He'd switched out his shitty apartment for a crappy hotel room when he got behind on three months' rent, on the condition that he would play 'nice'. Bein' good also meant no workin' at the studio, havin' to perform session after session under Valentino's constant supervision. And being a no-show for filming meant the overlord was makin' money, and losing clients pissed him off.

But if he hadn't been hitting the streets, hadn't gone out much since his little rendezvous with Cherri three months ago...then how did Valentino discover where he'd been hidin'?

Angel cursed under his breath. It's not like it mattered. His boss found him and the moment he did- well- to say his flat ass went flying would be sugarcoating things.

Valentino was beyond pissed and didn't hold anything back while teaching him a lesson. Of course, the bastard left his face untouched. Can't exactly ruin his money maker, now could he? And now, he was fully expected to return for filming the next day despite the fact he could barely stand.

Valentino even said himself he could barely stand after most shootings anyways, so it shouldn't be a problem for Angel to make up for lost time. Angel was smart enough not to say a word but fuck- was he so infuriated right now.

Was it because his job wasn't as fun anymore when he had gotten hired? The shitty paychecks? He might not be good with numbers like his older brother, but an imbecile could tell at a glance that the hours he's put in definitely don't match the money he's received for his 'hard work'. The last time he brought it up to the sunglasses-wearing overlord, Angel received nasty bruises that lasted almost two weeks. He didn't dare mention it again with the excuse that his place to worry about stuff like that, as long as Daddy was satisfied with his work and made the clients happy.

Or maybe, just maybe, he had enough of working for 'Daddy' and was ready to fuckin' move on -

Angel's thoughts were suddenly cut off as his knees buckled, sending the spider demon crashing to the floor in a heap as his vision blackened and everything around him was silenced.

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[First Name] [Last Name] liked the silence. He couldn't focus on solving the algorithms which were etched across the lined pages in the sixth notebook when there was too much noise. He needed to focus on his work without any interruptions. That was why he went through such trouble to rent out a hotel room on the other side of the town. No one would think to look for him except for his demanding employer.

Tired eyes blinked, inhaling a deep breath through his nose, ink-stained fingers caressing yellowed paper as he re-read the formula he had written four hours ago. The mathematics remained unchanged, and his mind couldn't think of anything else to add to the strand. Nothing that could change his stagnated progress. [First Name] leaned back, his tired body resting against an upholstered white armchair with gold trimming. A throne fit for a king and certainly matched the price tag. It was a good thing his boss paid him well enough to enjoy this little luxury.

I guess I ought to call it a night. Maybe I can start up again in the morning and see if I can make more progress before -

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