This is now my fourth Hazbin Hotel one-shot, but this one is featuring Nifty. I was inspired by the comic on Deviantart on Alastor telling Nifty a story when Sir Pentious wouldn't. Enjoy this little fluff.

Nifty tugged at Alastor's coat to get his attention. "Al, can you tell me a story?" she asked.

The radio demon turned to the one-eyed demon girl and said, "Sure, little darling, but I have a better idea. How about I get Charlie and the others, so that we can tell you a story together?"

"Yay!" Nifty exclaimed. "Good idea!"

…

Alastor rounded up the gang so they could each tell her a story.

Charlie walked over to her and said, "You want a story, sweetie? Well, it's nice having you here."

"Charlie, are you going to tell the story in song form?" Vaggie asked.

"Oh, Vaggie, not the whole thing," Charlie replied.

"Oh, good," Vaggie said.

"There once was a princess born in Hell," Charlie began.

"Was the princess you, Charlie?" Nifty inquired.

Charlie nodded. "And she dreamed of building a hotel that rehabilitates sinners, meaning that they'll be given a chance of redemption."

"And I was there to support her," Vaggie added as she wrapped her arm around her.

"Yes, you were, girlfriend," Charlie said with a giggle.

Nifty couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"We're bisexual, Nifty," Vaggie told her.

"Love is love," said Charlie.

Nifty nodded, finally getting their point.

"Just when I thought I lost all hope in building the hotel…" Charlie continued.

"Ah, that's when I came in to help," Alastor said.

"Without voodoo and all," said Charlie.

"Exactly," Vaggie put in.

"I'll admit that because I helped my girl buddy, Cherri Bomb, here, with turf wars, I made Charlie lose hope, which was shitty," Angel Dust admitted. "I didn't think the brawl was a big deal at first, but seeing Charlie sad, I did."

"But I still love you, Angie," Cherri Bomb said, "I call Angel Dust 'Angie', by the way." She winked at Nifty.

"Nice," Nifty said.

"Anyway, with redemption…" Charlie began.

"I redeemed myself when seeing how Katie Killjoy was bitchy to me," Tom Trench pointed out and explained to Nifty how Katie Killjoy's abuse such as spilling hot coffee on his lap. Not to mention, how she never put out the fire when he was burned.

"What about you, Mr. Snake?" Nifty asked.

"Well, sweet pea," Sir Pentious said, "I'm not the best at storytelling, but I'm good with operating machines after building them."

"And shooting with rayguns," one of the Egg Bois added.

"Anyway, I have a son, whom I love so much," Sir Pentious went on. "He's out there somewhere. I wanted to take over Hell, so that no one could see the other side of me. Then, the Egg Bois and I redeemed ourselves after my failure to take over Hell and I longed to see my son again. I still do."

Nifty put her hand on his shoulder. "You will someday."

"By the way, I'm Sir Pentious."

"I'm Nifty."

Sir Pentious chuckled. "Indeed you are."

Nifty hugged him and the Egg Bois.

"What about you, kitty?" Nifty asked Husk.

"Are you shitting me?" Husk demanded.

"Uh, no," Nifty replied.

"I drink booze," Husk said. "Plain and simple."

"Okay," said Nifty and she started to cry.

"Nifty, was that cat mean to you?" Charlie asked.

Nifty nodded.

"He was? He's a bad kitty, isn't he? Come here." Charlie hugged her.

"Husker," Alastor said.

"What?" Husk asked.

"You made the little darling cry."

"Yeah, yeah. She was annoying."

"Don't talk about her that way!" Alastor scolded. "She's a nice girl, who likes to get to know others, including the likes of you."

Husk sighed, knowing he was right. "Okay, I'm sorry, little girl."

Nifty stopped crying. "You are?"

"Yeah, I overreacted. I wasn't expecting to be asked what my story is."

"That's okay."

"Oh, Nifty," Sir Pentious said, "You're so cute, I can eat you up!" With that, he scooped her up and pretended to eat her, making her giggle and fall to the floor. "Oops! Sorry, my dear!"

"She's alright, Boss," the second Egg Bois said.

"Nifty, thank God you're okay!"

"Yep!"

"Alastor to the rescue!" the radio demon said and lifted Nifty up, making her laugh.

"Who wants ice cream?" Charlie asked.

"Me!" Nifty shouted.

"Same!" Cherri Bomb exclaimed. "I want cherry ice cream!"

"Me, too, Cherri Bomb!" Angel Dust replied and they all treated themselves to ice cream.

AN: I'll admit that I spelled Alastor's name wrong, but I spelled it right in this story.