AN: OK. I have a confession to make. I kind of like Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, but being a Christian, it made me think if seeing those shows were a good idea. It was tempting. However, I didn't really like some parts in Hazbin Hotel.
I know it's only the pilot and it's expected, but a lot of people don't seem to have that much respect to Charlie. And I feel pretty bad for her. While people are right that her plan to redeem demons is impossible, I feel that they should at least give her credit for trying to protect them.
And so, I came up with the idea of what Alastor and Angel may think of Charlie. What they thought of the good things Charlie is trying to do. So here is a special one-shot that goes through Vaggie's point of view.
Also, there is a special teaser below! Go check it out!
Note: I don't own Hazbin Hotel and the characters. I only own this story.
I know that it wouldn't matter if I write curse words, but since I feel like its against my standards, I'll censor most of the letters, but it's pretty obvious what curse words I used.
Vaggie wasn't having a good time lately.
In fact, it wasn't really the best day for her.
Just a normal afternoon in Hell.
Well…not really that normal.
It was…interesting.
It started off when a few new guests arrived at Hazbin Hotel. However, they turned out to be thugs. Charlie tried to greet them politely, but they went out of their way to be rude to her. They began thrashing the whole place by throwing bottles filled with brown sludge, break the windows using the axes they brought along and even attempted to set the whole room on fire.
And just before one of them could throw the lighter to the ground, Charlie immediately leapt.
That was when Vaggie came downstairs, annoyed by the ruckus happening.
"By the mother of…" she growled. "What the f*** is going on?!"
Just right in front of her was chaos. The whole room was in a mess. It was worse than the time when Angel tried to make out with Husk and it didn't go well…for Husk that is. Charlie was in the middle of the thugs. However, when one of them tried to punch her, she quickly held it back in self-defense. She tried to go over them, but they grabbed her by the leg and slammed her to the floor.
Hearing the Princess of Hell's cries, Vaggie whipped out her spear and was about to go into battle…
…until a large red staff blocked her path.
"You do not need to join in," said Alastor, watching the fight between Charlie and the thugs ensured. "This is jolly good show to watch for today."
Vaggie was nearly outraged. "W-Wait. You're actually going to let her duke out with THEM?!"
The Radio Demon shrugged, grinning in pleasure. "Well, it's interesting to see what magnificent skills she has."
"She can get hurt!"
"But you know that we are immortal in Hell, do you know, sweetie?"
Vaggie narrowed her eyes.
Alastor laughed and tickled her chin.
"Smile, darling!" he said. "You know you're never dressed without one!"
"Shut up!" snarled Vaggie, slapping his hand away. "She is in danger and letting her get hurt again is unacceptable here!"
"Relax. Charlie is the Princess of Hell. I doubt she would lose this fight."
Vaggie sighed, shaking her head. "That doesn't mean she is THAT strong."
"You have a point, but I love to see this kind of pure drama to happen. Passionate, fighting spirit and great muscles that can spin around like a helicopter! There's no better place to buy a ticket to a show like this. You got to be proud of Charlie."
"You kind of overestimate her," said Vaggie.
"Maybe so," said Alastor, smiling. "But you never know if your girlfriend has the strength of a thousand men."
CRACK!
"ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHH!" screamed one of the thug. "YOU BROKE MY F***ING DICK!"
Vaggie and Alastor looked back at the fight. Let's just say…it wasn't really a pretty sight for children.
And Charlie was nearly livid.
Vaggie's eyes widened as she looked down to see a tiny stream of blood (and an unknown liquid) flowing through the carpet.
She looked back at Alastor…who's smile nearly dropped. It looked tight.
"Actually," he chuckled. "The strength of a billion people around the world. You don't see her taking fighting classes including avoiding flying knives and learning how to tackle down burly men, do you?"
Vaggie blinked, surprised by Alastor's slight concern of Charlie's power.
"Not like this," she simply said.
Before she could go on, one of the thugs yelled out something that caught everyone's attention.
"Hey, dudes!" he yelled. "Let me show you what true art is!"
"No, wait!" cried Charlie.
But the damage was done.
SMASH!
Everything went silent as everyone stared at the glass portrait of Charlie and her parents. There was a large hole that took away nearly the entire royal family. The faces were torn off. Little bits of glasses dangled from the broken impact. The red, yellow, purple and pink glass picture of Charlie and her parents was more like a shattered image of the family now.
"Now this is true f***ing art!" said the thug as he laughed at his throw. "Better know that, b****!"
"I can't believe that this so-called 'princess' would do something like this," said another thug. "What a waste of time."
"No wonder why your parents never come around at this place to see you."
Charlie gasped silently. Bruised, blood-stained and exhausted, she could only stare at the thugs as they mocked her.
"You have no idea of how to be a proper leader!"
"What are you? A s***load of garbage waste?"
"Why would she even exist here? She is nothing but a useless b****!"
With that, the thugs ran off, laughing their heads off.
Vaggie stared at Charlie, her mouth opened and pupils shrunk.
Alastor was still smiling, but he was staring at where the thugs ran off to.
Charlie was on her knees, looking as if she wanted to cry. Her fingers were trembling and she was unable to talk.
"C-Charlie?" said Vaggie. "Are you OK?"
Charlie got up and put on a fake smile. She walked away, going up the stairs with the fake happy façade. Vaggie watched as the despaired Charlie made her way upstairs, clearly avoiding her and Alastor.
"Good show I say," said Alastor. "She did put up a good fight with them! It would be more entertaining if we place her in a boxing ring!"
He noticed that Vaggie wasn't listening to him. She was more interested in seeing the damaged portrait.
A once beautiful glass…but now broken and beyond repair.
"Missy?" said Alastor. "What do you think of it?"
Vaggie came towards the picture and stroke her hand on the damaged edged of the glass.
"You know that you can be boring at times. You don't have a good sense of amusement."
Vaggie looked up at the hole. It appeared to be darkening a little. As if ready to swallow the whole place in darkness.
"They hurt her…" she thought. "They hurt Charlie…when she is trying to help them…"
Her hands clenched into fists.
Alastor saw that. "You're still not in the mood to talk. I'm guessing that you don't go around with ot-!"
"OH FOR HELL'S SAKE!" shouted Vaggie. "SHUT UP!"
She turned around and stomped her foot repeatedly on the ground. Her bowtie formed curved ears and there was a red, intimidating glow over her eyes. She couldn't damage any of the property, so she went into a long swear which slowly developed into angry gibberish.
"What's wrong with you?" said Alastor obliviously.
"What's wrong with me?" said Vaggie. "WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?! HOW ABOUT WHAT'S WRONG WITH CHARLIE, YOU DUMB S***!"
Alastor looked behind her to see the broken glass.
He forgotten about that.
"Oh," he said. "I was into the fight that happened."
"You didn't see what they did to this?!" barked Vaggie. "Are you f***ing blind or stupid?!"
Alastor smiled sheepishly. "So…is anything wrong with the picture?"
"THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG! Just look at here! That's just enough to make Charlie want to QUIT this hotel! Those arrogant assholes! That's what I meant when I told Charlie we should be more flexible when allowing people to come in! Why those bull****ing, drunk, crappy junkies! I'll-!"
"Hey, hey," said Alastor. "Come down. Why don't I fix things here and there?"
He snapped his fingers and a streak of darkness flew by him. It flew to the picture and expanded, covering itself around the picture. There were noises of clattering, shining and clinking until the shadow disappeared.
The portrait of Charlie and her parents was…fixed.
There was no hole.
As if there wasn't any.
Vaggie stared at it for a while, shocked.
She forgotten that Alastor the Radio Demon can wrap reality itself.
"Now the portrait is finished!" announced Alastor. "Shall we tell Charlie about this? I think it will lighten her mood right now."
Vaggie frowned. "It's not that simple. Picture or no picture, she is going to be traumatized for a while."
Alastor hummed. He went close to the female demon and bent down to her level.
"Why do you care about her so much?" said Alastor.
Vaggie was dumbfounded. "W-What do you mean? I'm here, am I?"
"Sure you are, but what I saw, you've been cranky without learning to put on a smile. So why help Charlie out of all people?"
Vaggie blinked. She was surprised that Alastor was asking her about why she chose to stay by Charlie's side. Most demons wouldn't care about their relationships like they give two s***s about them. Some thought that Vaggie is just Charlie's slave. Some thought that Vaggie was just some homeless hobo.
She sighed, brushing a strand of white hair out of her face. "It's complicated. I…don't think you'll understand. No one here does."
"You know we were human before," teased Alastor.
"I know, but...I don't really like the people here. They weren't really the nicest. It was expected, but you know that before we died, there were people who weren't total jackasses. I don't remember that much, but I…had been in good hands before."
She resisted the urge to cry. She doesn't like to remember her past.
"I wasted that chance," she said. "And look at where I am now. Now everybody here hates me."
Alastor tilted his head a little.
"But…I met Charlie. She acted…nice to me. She was polite and pretty sweet. At first, it annoyed me. Several times, I tried to avoid her. However, from what I saw, she wasn't outright mean to anyone. She is not the greedy leader type. She cares about all of us. She wants to protect us. After countless meetings, I decided to talk to her. And from there, we became friends. It…made me feel safe."
Alastor smiled. "Charlie is sure the good old lady. A charming demon belle I say. You must have made the right choice."
Vaggie nodded nonchalantly. "Yeah…thinking about it…being with Charlie. It made me feel like I want to be a less terrible person. She is the only good friend I ever have in my entire life. She…she reminds me of some of my friends when I was alive."
"I see. I saw that you smile whenever she is around. You had been cold towards everyone else on the other hand."
Vaggie rolled her eyes. "I told you it was expected. What else do you expect here in Hell? Everyone is mean, so I should be mean back to them. Charlie is an exception. None of the demons care about us. They think different. They act different. They are different from me."
"Indeed," said Alastor, brushing his sleeve. "Every kind here is different in all shapes and sizes, but do you think everyone here think the same?"
Vaggie went silent for a while. "Well…do they?"
"Do they all think the same or are they MENTALLY different?"
"But…they don't care about-"
"What if one or two demons are actually nice guys? What if some of the demons don't like being in Hell? What if somebody regrets their actions? What if somebody tried to stay on the 'clean' path on the streets?"
Vaggie was unable to speak. Alastor must had banged her on the wall really hard. Like REALLY hard. How would she know that some demons actually care about others? Would they think that what they did was wrong? Would some actually regret being here in Hell? Would some be crying over their fate?
"I…never thought of that," said Vaggie. "Because nobody here in Hell cared about me, I stopped thinking what their thoughts are. I only focused on Charlie."
Alastor smirked. "While working here is a good thing, you forget something important here. You don't think clearly and think about the possibilities of why some demons actually try to stay here. There are blood, sweat and tears that would make you feel satisfied, but for a woman to not fully realize the thoughts of both weak and strong can end up falling to their downfall. And you don't really have that much excuse of ignorance to say that everyone is a mean individual."
"But everyone makes a lot of excuses," said Vaggie.
"But what about an excuse for yourself? For your…how do I say this? I know! Your…inner humanity?"
Vaggie folded her arms uncomfortably.
"Many demons tend to forget their good traits, but nobody really is home. After all, it takes a lot to realize what is going on with you in Hell. It's just that this place barely has a pleasant and kind experience."
Vaggie sighed, looking down. "I guess."
"Believe me," said Alastor, grinning warmly. "This 'redemption' is wacky and ridiculous, but…if you prove me wrong, then I can say that it's…more than entertaining if you know what I mean. Just take into account of what image you want to present yourself if you want to rehabilitate a demon."
Vaggie slightly nodded, feeling both ashamed and surprised of what she learnt about herself.
Alastor bent down and tickled Vaggie's chin again.
"Smile, darling!" he said. "You know you're never dressed without one!"
Vaggie was about to argue when she remembered why she wasn't smiling.
"W-Wait," she said. "Hold on. I was just…a little worried. And shocked from what you said. That's all."
"You can feel bad," said Alastor casually. "Sad. But I'm sure that you'll work things out with Charlie."
Vaggie sighed. "You know…you can be a dick at sometimes. But…you do seem to care about Charlie, so…thank you."
The Radio Demon smiled. This one was a genuine smile.
"Now feel happy and don't be afraid to smile," he said. "Now, would you like some jambalaya?"
"No thank you," said Vaggie. "I-I'll smile after I check if Charlie is OK."
Alastor bowed respectfully.
Vaggie nodded and ran upstairs. For the next few minutes, it took a long time for her to find Charlie. She could be anyway. However, the Princess of Hell was nowhere to be seen. Vaggie feared that Charlie might have ran away, but she could sense that she was still around. Maybe she went back to her bedroom. Just before Vaggie could use the elevator…
CLANK!
She jumped up and turned around, holding her spear.
"WHO THE F***?!" she yelled. "Who's there?!"
"Ugh…not again! My drugs!"
Vaggie ran downstairs and into the ballroom. Angel was face-down on the floor with a box of seed-like droplets spread all over the carpet. The smell of them was overwhelming.
"You f***ing moron," said Vaggie, shaking her head. "I thought I told you to bring cocaine! Not illegal drugs!"
Angel scoffed as he stood up. "Eh. But isn't taking drugs a factor of resisting temptation here? Like taking alcohol?"
"The bar has drinks that don't kill you in a heartbeat. They only taste like strong ones."
Vaggie stared at the drugs that were scattered. "I'll just get Nifty to come over. Have you seen Charlie?"
Angel shook his head. "Why the hell should I know? You're reporting me again, aren't you?"
"No. It's…something else."
Angel smirked. "What is it, babe? Some kid got his dick crushed? Did Husk punched Alastor in the face? Did Sir Pentious got his ass kicked again?"
"Eh…no. The first part is true, but…"
Vaggie trailed, feeling nervous about telling the spider demon about what just happened.
"Charlie got into a fight with some dumbass thugs," she explained. "And…one of them destroyed her paintings and she got upset about it. I'm trying to find her."
Angel's only response was to snicker. "Really? All that for a painting? Can't she just buy another one?"
"Hey!" snapped Vaggie. "It was the damn portrait of her and her parents. It meant a LOT to her and I mean a lot…considering she is away from the king and queen."
To her surprise, Angel went quiet for a while.
"Eh…so?" said Angel.
"Dumbass," muttered Vaggie. "I need to talk to her before she can run off and leave this hotel behind."
"Why does that matter? The hotel is just s*** anyway."
Vaggie rolled her eyes. "Because she is basically the co-manager of this place. I can't let her abandon the whole project."
"Why do you even care about the project? It's not like anyone really wants to go to heaven."
Something snapped inside Vaggie's mind.
She whipped around.
"Listen, porn ass," she said. "We – Hazbin Hotel – have one purpose; to save every damned soul here in Hell. And to do that, we're supposed to help them get to Heaven. So that they can be safe."
"By being good?" groaned Angel. "Yeah. Nobody wants to do that. I mean, we are OK here."
"But are you OK with the yearly exterminations? Do you want to be killed by the Exorcists and get sent to a dark void where you can only see yourself for eternity?"
Angel was nearly put off by Vaggie's bluntness. "But people cheat and get lucky to survive this long. Just look at me! I managed to live for a long time now."
"That can change for some of us," said Vaggie.
"But the point is, why would we waste your time here? It's going to make you look like a f***ing pushover for being 'nice' to demons. It doesn't flow with the basics of Hell. You're just going to make yourself an embarrassment."
Vaggie growled. "OK. Yeah. It looks dim and a f***ing joke! But I'm doing this because I hate being in Hell. You may be fine with this, but I'm not. I'm not going to be around f***ing jerks and bullies, and getting slayed one day as a reminder that I was a horrible criminal in the past! Hell has been a literal nightmare and you've been a big part of that! I only wish to stay away from here and be with good people, but THAT S*** NEVER HAPPENS! So…this is my only chance to get to Heaven. So that I can be safe."
Angel narrowed his eyes, not liking that idea. "You're so soft, b****. Softer than a soaked cheesecake. You have the freedom to do whatever you want and you're gonna waste that for helping out a dumbass purist?"
Vaggie's bow tie turned into horns again. "Charlie is NOT dumb! She is trying to help us all! Don't you want to be saved by her or would rather die permanently one day here?!"
She suddenly found herself at the bottom of Angel's feet. He towered over her like a mountain.
"Would you trust someone like her to let you live how you should be like?" he said, his voice cracking. "I-I-I mean, she's crazy. S-She's loony. N-N-Nobody agrees to her plans, sso we should as well! She's a dumb blonde! Her intentions are stupid! I mean, w-w-why should I care about a dumb princess who thinks that we will someday get out of here?! W-Who cares what she thinks?! WHO CARES ABOUT HER?! She's just a failure! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA…eh…ha…ha…ha ha ha ha ha…"
Never before Vaggie found a rant like this so disturbing. Her anger diminished and slowly turned to baffled confusion and concern. Hearing Angel saying that he hates Charlie was sickening enough, but in reality FAKING it? That was on a whole new level of wrong in every sense of the word. Also, she never saw Angel THIS ill before. She thought back to Alastor's words.
"Every kind here is different in all shapes and sizes, but do you think everyone here think the same?"
Alastor might be right after all. Maybe Angel wasn't what she thought of him. She had her suspicions every time Angel talked to Charlie and at the moment, they just came true.
Vaggie looked around to see if Charlie was listening to them, but she was still missing.
"If Charlie heard this…" said Vaggie in a hushed tone. "Then she'll believe you truly hate her."
"But I do," protested Angel pathetically. "And so does everyone. It is so hard to know?"
"Judging by how dishonest you were, it seems to be."
"I said that I mother****ing hate her," said Angel, forcing a smirk. "Isn't that enough?"
Vaggie put her hands up. "I'm not trying to make you soft or judge you. I'm just concerned that you're acting as if you don't care about Charlie."
Angel frowned, a growl barely escaping his mouth.
"I know that face before. I saw it when Charlie gave you the damn cash to cover your rent. You lied that you would do something else with it, but I could tell that you were thankful for her saving your ass. And after the train wreck of the interview, you actually looked regretful when you saw Charlie's face. It was just enough to make you change your mind."
"But I intentionally did that fight to piss both of you," complained Angel.
"Oh? To upset me and the hotel…or for solely Charlie?"
Angel was about to say for Charlie, but then, he remembered how kind she was towards him. How happy Charlie was when Angel accepted her offer to stay at the hotel, even if he found redemption as silly. And she never said a bad word to anyone. Her smile was what made everyone working at the hotel feel better. He got caught up in his own web and there was no escaping.
"Both?" said Angel without knowing what he was saying.
Vaggie didn't appear angry at him. She looked more worried and most of all, disheartened by Angel's disrespect towards Charlie.
"I-If you don't want to say it, then…fine." Vaggie turned away, depressed. "This hotel just means f*** after all. But I wonder if you think Charlie should never exist."
"Wait a minute," said Angel. "I didn't said that."
"You sound like so."
Just before Vaggie could walk away, Angel groaned in defeat.
"OK! OK!" he said. "Fine. I didn't think that much about Charlie, but when I do, I remember what she wants to help me. She…she actually have that useless hope that I can change and get out of this crappy world. No one here says anything like this! Well…except for my girl buddy…but anyway, Charlie isn't that much of a jackass. I…I guess I'm not used to kindness."
Vaggie nodded. "It's just that this place barely has a pleasant and kind experience."
"…I guess that's something we can agree on."
Vaggie slightly smiled. "Try…eh…talking with Charlie next time. Maybe…hang out with her…make out with her. Whatever. I don't know. Just…know her perspective a little better. Don't do anything stupid that would make her upset. Understand?"
Angel stuttered at what Vaggie meant. So tempting, but he had to do this for Charlie.
"Fine…" whined Angel, rubbing his hair. "It's not like you can tell me something that would 'magically' change me."
Vaggie chuckled a little. "It will just be a slow progress."
"Whatever you say. Just don't get your taco in a twist."
Vaggie rolled her eyes. "That joke is getting so lame that I feel like throwing."
"Old insults are the best f***ing jokes!" said Angel with a cheeky shrug.
Vaggie – feeling better – walked away. She looked behind one last time to see Angel smiling warmly for once.
After a while, she managed to arrive at Charlie's bedroom. With a gentle push, she opened the door to find Charlie sitting on her bed.
Charlie was staring at her phone, strolling through the list of messages she sent to her mother. She was thinking of making another one, but it was worthless.
Even though she didn't know the leaders of Hell that much, Vaggie knew that Charlie's relationship with her mother and father is on rocks. Lucifer didn't agree with Charlie's ideas that much and would rather try to protect her instead of embarrassing her and himself. He was worried of how the other demons would think of her daughter, so he would try every way in the book to deny her plans. Lilith was so busy with her own work that she and Charlie barely had a good and healthy emotional attachment with each other. Whenever the two of them were together, they wouldn't talk too much. When Charlie tried to call Lilith for help, there would be rare calls, but Lilith didn't notice that much of how many missed calls she had.
And here Charlie was, contemplating on what her parents would think of her already.
Vaggie entered the room and sat next to Charlie on the bed.
"Alastor…he fixed the portrait already," she said.
Charlie's head lifted up. "Huh? Already? Why…eh…I should probably go thank him."
"You can, but…" Vaggie placed a hand onto Charlie's shoulder. "I came here to see if you're alright. There was a lot that happened few minutes ago."
Charlie sighed, ashamed. "I know…I just…wish that me and my parents would have a good balance. But…I guess not in Hell. We…don't know how to agree on everything. I…I think Dad is right about this idea…"
"Hey. Whatever s*** he thinks, there may be a possibility that he would also wish to help his people. He is just…scared. Unlike you. From what I seen, you tried your best without backing out of a challenge. Look at what we did. We came this far now. Hopefully, you might be able to be a great leader like your father."
It was like their roles were switched.
Charlie smiled. "Thank you, Vaggie."
"Well…I bet that you are a braver leader than your father," added Vaggie.
Charlie chuckled.
Vaggie smiled.
And so, after thinking about this, it is already night time, she rests on her bed and stared at the ceiling. Today had a horrible start, but the middle revealed interesting things on two people she claimed unredeemable and the ending remains hopeful. She still isn't sure if things will be alright and if they will be able to get everyone to heaven, but she and Charlie will not give up. They will have to keep everyone safe, especially from the upcoming extermination in a few months.
She is with her friends...her family...her home.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
The door immediately opened and someone throws something inside, slamming it into Vaggie's chest.
"AH!" she yelped. "HEY! Who the f***?!"
The door quickly closed.
Vaggie growled a little before looking at the thing that crashed into her chest.
It is a large red ball in a shape of a bomb. The top lid is black. She took it off and looked at what is inside.
It turns out that the large ball is filled with cherry sherbet. Vaggie doesn't favor sweets or VERY sour candy, but it looks OK. Maybe she can share some with Charlie…or not (the last time she did it, Charlie ended up bouncing off the walls).
There is a note on the side.
Just a big-ass thank you for keeping Angie safe from Valentino!
- Cherri Bomb
Vaggie smiled. Maybe keeping Angel around isn't so bad after all.
Yep. Just a normal afternoon in Hell.
But at the moment…it didn't feel like exactly Hell.
It feels like Heaven.
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"...wow. This is pretty deep, man. Who knows that people like this are good in Hell?"
"The world is a lot of surprises. I got to say, with this, it would be a lot better to travel through different dimensions."
"I wonder if there is an actual Hell on Earth. I would actually love to live there."
"But you know that your life would be in peril thousand of times."
"I know, but I can survive. You know how we can withstand heat. I'm a strong-"
"What the-?! Are you f***ing watching us?!"
POW!
"...eh...they just saw us, did they?"
"Whoops. I guess who have to be careful with using this thing. We still don't know what it can do in this world."
"Anyway, this illustration of Hell looks interesting. I thought it would be all fire and death, but not really."
"Just a crappy world I say. A much expanded world of Rock. Just like my town."
"Should we look through more? I mean, it's really entertaining to see other things going on in different dimensions. Maybe we can still be able to be in contact with our world. Our people. Our tribes."
"Well as if we can get back to them. The only way we can is to get that stupid jewel on that trophy. I just wish that the finals would already be here."
"Don't worry. I'm sure we can make it there."
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