A very self-conscious Mason sat in the back seat of a taxi on his way to the happy hotel. The driver kept looking at Mason in the rear mirror and he couldn't blame him but glared at him anyway.
He had a screaming, noisy velvet color sweater on that said; Velvet's bitch. The worst part of it is that it's kinda true. He had become Velvet's exclusive escort so to say. It certainly beats being a servant that has to mingle with random demons and he gets a nice amount of money. He decided to go independent but he did keep the bridge up with Frances as it never hurt to have a friend. Of course, it wasn't a real friendship but a partnership with a little give and take.
Again the driver looks at him. He swears if he ever catches the fucker that stole his clothes... No use thinking about it. He will have to buy some clothes after he has been settled in the happy hotel.
"We are almost there. Cash or head?"
"The fuck?" Mason was dumbfounded at the question and had to make sure he didn't hear wrong.
"You heard me male whore. Cash or head." The driver looked at him through the mirror with a predatory smirk.
Mason put on a fake smile that barely hid his anger, "You will see."
The driver smirked even more and speeded the car even further.
"This isn't Happy Hotel, this is... Hazbin hotel!"
"Shut up, I've driven you to the address, now suck my cock." He was telling the truth, at the entrance of the hotel was indeed the address number.
Mason climbs over to the front passenger seat. The driver looks delighted and unbuckles his pants. Mason leaned forward and in one swift motion, did mason plant the driver's head into the steering wheel multiple times and ended up deforming the wheel with his head. Mason read the taximeter and left the same amount of money before he left. Obviously, no tips for that fuck.
"Don't you think it's funny?" Mason turned his body to the voice, fist raised ready to throw a punch. "Don't threaten me with me!" Abby shouted.
Mason took a deep breath, "Sorry, forget you existed."
"Well fuck you too." She pouted with crossed arms.
"What do you want Abby?" Mason wasn't in the mood to deal with her and he had only talked with her once. He was still very sore from last night and in slight pain by moving.
"I. Want. A. Few. Words. You weapon abuser!" Abby looked just about ready to kill Mason but he didn't even register her threat and simply wondered at her choice of nickname.
"Weapon abuser?"
"Yeah, a literally fucking weapon abuser. My purpose is to kill demons not fingering them and if that wasn't fucking enough you fingered every goddamn hole she got! And most of them weren't meant to be fingered! Next time you fuck that bitch Velvet, TAKE. ME. OFF."
"That is... fair enough. I won't force you to fuck. Now shut up and get inside."
The little fairy returned in the gloves after she gave the bird to Mason. How the hell could she ever be a holy weapon was beyond him.
He went to the hotel and he wasn't very impressed. It makes him wonder again if it's the right place, it looks very old, and with burn marks. Well, this is hell, at least there aren't any holes in the building. However, it is very sorry for an organization of a royal of hell.
He is at what he believes is the front door, but before he could knock it opened automatically. Not automatic, a smiling red demon stood at the entrance. Honestly, he always wondered why so many demons keep smiling that unnatural wide grin. Perhaps it has something to do with what Velvet said about "real demons" thriving in hell-
"Well, hello there." He grabs Mason's shoulder and drags him in. "We welcome you to Hazbin Hotel. The only way to heaven." His smile somehow widens in amusement and it left Mason to wonder if what he said was a joke to him.
"You can live here rent-free and only have to follow the program made by yours truly."
"No, he will follow the program Charlie and I made." A demon chick with an x for one eye corrects the classy demon. She softly smiles at Mason and apologizes on Alister's behalf.
"OMG, a customer! Welcome to the Happy Hotel." Mason turns his head to see the hyper-clown princess from the news the other day.
"Thanks, but it is a bit confusing since the sign says Hazbin hotel." He smiles awkwardly.
"It says what?!" The one-eyed one erupted and glared at the classy fellow.
seeing the hostility he gave his opinion, "Honestly it's better as "Hazbin hotel" since looking for directions most- all thought it was a brothel. I'm no business expert, but an address would be nice in your next advertisement."
"See, my dear? I'm already making improvements to this up-and-coming establishment."
The one-eyed one was looking just short of exploding turning her gray face red. It was defused by the princess who placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Relax Vaggie, it's no biggie besides we have a customer." The princess deflated Vaggie's temper and turned her attention to Mason. "I'm charlie. We are so glad you came and you are going to love it here!"
Saying she came too hard was an understatement, she was basically in his face.
He was about to say something but someone cut him off. "Heeeey~ Who are you?"
A four-armed furry demon flirted with him. If Charlie was a hyper child in her approach then this woman was a dick-starved slut. She had just shoved the princess of hell to the side. One prominent thought said in his head; I better not get on her bad side, she must be one of those powerful overlords, one that can apparently push the princess of hell around.
He didn't know much about religion and therefore hell, but from the small interaction at the brothel it would seem power is absolute just like on earth.
This was beyond soul-crushing, but he had no choice but to use Velvet's reputation and it wouldn't be a problem if it didn't buttfuck his dignity. However, the lustful eyes of this overlord were giving him the chills. He seeks help from the other demons around him, but no help was found. The classy demon just had his nasty smile and the princess looked like she wanted to help but couldn't like she didn't know what to do. It just deepened his belief that he shouldn't piss her off.
He smiles a little and that makes the demoness lean even more on him than before, "I'm just as my sweater says." He pulls his shirt in front of the four-armed demon and almost prays that Velvet would scare her off. But then it hit him, the taxi driver wasn't scared off. Maybe there's nothing to this sweater.
He smiles wryly and hopes she will take it as a joke. In short, it worked, the demon leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "I don't mind being a bitch to a bitch." She parts with him and leaves, but not before she places a kiss on his cheek and winks at him.
He uses his sleeve to clean the kissed cheek, he turns to the princess and she looks worried. "Well, could I be a patron?" And that clears her worrying giving him a growing skepticism.
He receives a paper and a pen from her, "I'm not doing any binding contracts."
"It's just a check-in," Charlie stood with very convincing confusion.
The fact was that this was a paper that said he shall follow the rules of the hotel and program which could be fine if he learned what that entailed. The biggest red flag was the lack of payment and the consequences of a breach of this contract. There wasn't any fine print but the paper had oddly big spaces between the lines and it could fit easily twice as many words.
He made a mental note to pick Velvet's brain on the topic of contracts.
"Sorry Princess, maybe I'm just paranoid but in my shoes, it seems to me, no offense. "Hey, if you come to check in with me, I will grant your deepest desire. If you come to be rehabilitated with me, then I will get rid of all your pain and it will be all cotton candy dreams." That sounds pretty shady and too good to be true."
If she didn't know what to do when he was hit on by that overlord she definitely was about to panic about what she could do.
"Listen here, my velvet fellow. It's adequate to be skeptical and shows you're a step above most sinners. We can do some leniency and just make a deal." Holding his hand out a gale burst from him and a green hue lowered over the room.
Turning away from the 100% shadier and possibly dangerous deal, he turns to the princess of hell. "Can't I just pay for the commission? Since I haven't signed your contract you could just take my money and kick me out. I won't even be mad just disappointed."
If they just take his money it would just be a scam and he would have most likely saved himself from a horrible contract. It would suck much more on an emotional level as this is for now his only way to heaven.
"But it's free."
"Free? Like I don't have to pay?" It was so alien to him that he just had to ask.
"Yes, that's what free means," the way she seemed to talk to a child did irk him off a bit but this being free still seemed so far-fetched. From what he understood it was a private establishment while made as a rehabilitating program it had to get money from somewhere.
"I'm not signing any contracts. I'll be back another time tho."
"I get it. When you say it I can see it does seem sketchy. Look you don't have to sign anything. It's more of a formal thing anyway." The one named Vaggie cut in.
"Alright and I apologize for my paranoia,"
He gotta admit that it makes no sense. How can this run? He gets to live for free and gets free food? Maybe she's just super rich, but then why is this hotel in such a sorry state? He doesn't need to pay and that leaves him with more than enough money to buy clothes and other essentials.
"Now that's taken care of, I have a taxi waiting for me."
"Leaving so soon?" The classy demon asked.
"Yeah I'm going to shop and this isn't my clothes, I'm borrowing."
"Enjoy yourself, tomorrow your program will begin." The way he said that rubbed him in the wrong way.
"We'll have a room ready when you're back. Have a happy shopping trip!" Charlie was all rainbows and butterflies.
"Thanks, kid- I mean Princess," walking a bit faster he left out the front door in a small panic. He did return to the taxi without any situation forming by him treating the literal princess like a kid.
Relieved he got in the taxi and the driver was still out cold. Creating an ice rod he let it fall down the back of the demon. The demon convulsed and soon woke up screaming in pain as he tried to get the ice off his back.
Mason watched in amusement until he finally got it out, "I have a new destination, so get to it you cunt."
The driver nodded with dread but soon found bills near the shift and asked confused "You paid?" It wasn't really a question and more a confusing statement.
"Yes and now I need to get to a decent clothing store you know."
"Right away sir."
Pleased at the attitude he looked out the window as the cab drives off.
