Angel Dust walked down the hall to his room on his way back from his therapy session with Cletus. It was a good session, helped by the fact that they were already friends. For now, they were talking about Angel's life on Earth, not a wonderful life but for him it was easy to talk about compared to other topics. Cletus hoped that talking about the easy stuff first would help him open up about things like… Valentino.

Angel walked up to his door and noticed that it was slightly open. At first, he thought it was Niffty cleaning the place, but he heard no mad laughter or the sound of bug spray. Besides, there was no sign on the door, and upon closer inspection, he saw that the lock was busted open. He prepped himself for what was probably a burglar as he slowly entered the room, only to find that this wasn't the case. Instead, he saw the new guest, Mimzy he remembered her name being, passed out on her back, snoring on his bed with a beer bottle in her hand.

Now much more relaxed, Angel approached the sleeping woman and tapped her shoulder. "Hey lady," he said, "get up."

Mimzy woke up, still in her drunken state. "W-what?" She said, disoriented until she saw Angel Dust. "'The hell are you doin' in ma' room?"

"I was gonna ask ya' the same thing! You do realize this is my room right?"

Mimzy looked around the room. "Huh, was wondering why my key didn't work… and why there's a pig in here." She pointed to Fat Nuggets, who was laying down on the side of the room. "I guess I'll head out. Sorry about the… the lock." Mimzy began to awkwardly walk out before Angel spoke.

"Not that it's any of my business but… are you ok?"

Mimzy stopped for about 5 seconds. It was at that moment that she broke down into tears. "No! I'm not fuckin' ok! I just remembered that my… my entire life when I was alive was… was fuckin' nothin'! I'm famous in hell but… but I bet nobody on Earth even remembers Emma Houghton!"

"Who's Emma Houghton?" Angel asked.

"That's me! That's ma' real name!"

"Oh right, Mimzy's your stage name."

"See what I mean!? I did fuckin' nothin' with my life! My mom, my pop, and those people up there remembered me as the loser who died of Easing Powder!" Mimzy fell to the ground, still holding onto the bottle. "Isn't it funny? I went to Hell, the place where all the bad people go, and that's where I made it big. But if Rosie neva' found me and took me in would I even have a chance? Maybe I'm not even good enough for this shithole."

Throughout that entire rant, Angel just listened. Something about it resonated with him, and he wondered whether or not he should help her. But after seeing her on the floor of his room, crying and trying to drink the last drop of alcohol from her bottle, he caved in. "Listen… Emma?"

"Just call me Mimzy."

"Mimzy, right. Look, I've been through what you've been through."

She looked up at him. "Y-you have?"

"Not the feelin' like a fake part, but I have died a loser. I can talk to you about it if ya want."

"I don't wanna talk, I wanna forget!"

"Believe me, there's a lot of shit with me that I wanna forget too. But sometimes the memory's too much in there that you can't."

"How do ya deal with it then?"

Angel sighed, "Not too different from what you're doin'. But in your case, I think I can help ya not do that."

"How?"

"First, get yourself sobered up. Then meet me outside." Angel walked out of the room, leaving Mimzy to ponder her choices.

Angel Dust stood outside the Hazbin, waiting to see if the new guest would actually hear her out. He gave himself an hour, and he would leave if she didn't show up by then. Thankfully, that didn't turn out to be the case.

He saw Mimzy walk out of the entrance, still a bit out of it but sobered up thanks to a cold shower, walking towards him. "We could've had this talk inside." Mimzy said, "Why are we out here?"

"Cause I wanna show ya somethin'." Angel replied before leading her into the city. As they walked the piss-filled sidewalk, they stopped in front of a billboard on top of a building across the street from them. It was a picture of a topless Angel Dust, looking at the viewer while giving a thumbs up. He was also surrounded by 6 dicks pointed at him. In the top left were words that said, "Angel Dust in 'Well, Ok!' (18+)"

"Ya see that?" Angel said, motioning toward the billboard.

"Is that why I'm here?" Mimzy said, "Just for you ta' promote your porno?"

"Are ya interested?" Angel waited for her to respond, but all she did was give him a look of disgust. "Ok, ok, that's not why I brought ya here. I just wanted to show ya how big I am down here."

Mimzy remembered what he said back in the Hotel. "Y-ya said somethin' about you's dyin' a loser?"

Angel took a deep breath, "Me and my brother, we were orphans on the streets. Our parents were killed in a mob hit, ever since then it was just us. Then one day this mafioso adopts us into his family. He pretty much became our dad after that. Cecco, that's my brother, was really into the mafia shit. Me though, I tried it for a while but… let's just say some things aren't meant for everybody. So one day I ran off to leave it all, living on the streets like I did before."

"Let me guess, that's where you died."

Angel nodded, "Heroin overdose, was high as a kite when I died, felt fuckin' amazing. So that's my life in a nutshell. As you can see, not very glamorous, yet here I am making gay people cum and straight people question their sexuality."

"Ya don't… ya don't feel like a fake. Like this fame ya got is a lie."

"Why, cause I didn't get it when I was alive. Who gives a shit?" Angel kneeled to her level and put a hand on her shoulder. "I love the life I made here… mostly. I get paid to fuck a lot of men and I made a kickass best friend. So what if it's Hell, just because it's where all the bad people go doesn't mean ya gotta be a downer about it. I mean, do ya like singing."

Mimzy began to smile, "I love it!"

Angel smiled back, "There ya go! As for Rosie, I don't know her personally but I'm sure as hell she helped you for a reason. After all, it's not like an overlord to just promote someone at random, I think."

"You're right! Out of all the sinners she coulda' picked, she picked me."

"Exactly! And guess what? You made it big! You're a star!" Angel stood up, looking down at the woman. "Now say it."

"I'm a star."

"Louder!"

"I'm a star!"

"Louder!"

Mimzy took a deep breath, "I'M A STAR!"

"Yes, ya are, ya beautiful bitch!"

Mimzy gasped for air before speaking. "I-I feel great. I haven't felt this way inna' long time. Thank ya, Angel, I really appreciate it."

Angel laughed, reminded of a saying his best friend Cherri said, "Scumbags stick together." After what happened with Cletus and now with Mimzy, he wondered if that saying was actually starting to rub off on him. That or this thing with the Hazbin is working.

The two talked as they went back to the front of the Hazbin. "So, you find your inner happiness now?" Angel asked.

"I think I won't feel like shit when I perform again, that's for sure." Mimzy said, "But I might stick around a while, see if there's anything more I can get from the help."

"Evening, lady and gentleman," Alastor said as he walked past them, shocking Mimzy. She watched him as he walked up to the front door and enter the Hazbin.

Angel noticed her blushing as she stared at him. "I'm guessin' he's gonna be another reason ya stay?"

"Yeah," Mimzy said.