Millions of Years Ago...
In a seemingly barren plain that almost spanned for miles, the hot sun shone down onto the empty field while a calm breeze blew through the long grass.
All was peaceful until suddenly, the frantic shuffling of grass could be heard along with a booming roar that filled the air. Coming into view was a large saber-toothed tiger, whose body was adorned in various scars and wounds from its back, shoulders, and chest. Despite the pain, it was in the big cat had no intention of stopping as it felt something graze its neck. The wounded saber-tooth turned its head to see a long spear with its razor-sharp head now embedded in the ground. The big cat snarled before turning its head to see a muscular man standing a few feet away from him.
The man had long, disheveled, dark brown hair and a long, scraggly beard who wore nothing but a loincloth. The primitive man tensed up as he realized that his attack had failed, now knowing that he would be in for one hell of a fight. The wounded saber-tooth turned around to look at the human, snarling with hatred as it then lunged forward with its claws extended outwards. Acting fast, the primitive man withdrew a sharp, jagged piece of stone before letting out a savage roar as if he were accepting the big cat's challenge. The saber-tooth managed to pounce onto the man, letting out another growl before raising a paw and swiping it down in an attempt to cut open the caveman. However, the muscular human caught the claw just before it could reach his chest before stabbing the big cat on the side of the face. This forced out a pained roar from the saber-tooth while the man threw himself right onto the big cat, proceeding to remove the knife from the cat's cheek before plunging it into saber-tooth's shoulder as it grabbed onto the caveman's two shoulders with its paws while the painful sensation of its claws digging to his shoulders began to surge through the Neanderthal's body, forcing a pained scream out of him.
While this vicious battle was occurring, someone else had entered the battlefield in the form of a boy, who was also dressed in the same loincloth as the man, who ducked beneath a rock to avoid being seen. Watching the chaos unfurl, the boy quietly snuck past the two with his sights aimed for the spear. The young man grabbed onto the spear handle and began to desperately pull the spear out of the ground. While the child was busy trying to get the spear out of the ground, the caveman managed to slip behind the back of the saber-tooth, putting it in a headlock with his forearms wrapped around its neck. The Neanderthal then tugged the saber-tooth's body back while the big cat started to writhe and jitter around, attempting to break free from the caveman's hold. Just then, the boy yanked the spear from the dirt, almost falling over once he did.
"OOGAR, NOW!" He called out, prompting the boy to tighten the grip on the spear before letting out a shrill cry. The young Neanderthal aimed his newly found weapon for the saber-tooth's chest. But just as it seemed the saber-toothed tiger was about to meet its demise, in a last-ditch effort to save its own hide, the big cat jerked its body back resulting in the Neanderthal's grip weakening significantly. With another burst of energy, the big cat swatted its paw as its claws slashed right through the spear, its head snapping right off of the shaft. Oogar's eyes widened with fear as he pulled back the now headless spear before being sent flying just a few feet away with another slash of the big cat with three painful gashes opening up on the boy's cheek. Oogar felt his body skid across the dirt while the big cat lunged forward, unleashing a terrifying roar as it planned to tear the child into bloody bits.
However, just before it could rip apart the injured child, the tiger's older foe was able to jump onto its back just in time before raising his knife in the air and plunging it deep inside of the cat's skull. The moment that the knife tore into the saber-toothed tiger's cranium, its body dropped onto the ground with an audible 'THUD' while the Neanderthal gritted his teeth and started to viciously stab the big cat in the head numerous times. The wounded beast let loose one weak breath before finally shutting its eyes for good, the big cat's body now completely reduced of all traces of life.
Standing over the saber-tooth's corpse, the caveman raised both his arms in the air before letting out a primal roar of victory to the heavens above. After his victory cry, the Neanderthal took in several breaths before his head perked up to sounds of sniffling and weak sobs. He turned his attention to Oogar, who was huddled up on the ground with his hands clutching his face. The boy felt a shadow hover above him as he looked up to see the Neanderthal, standing over him as he knelt to the child's level with a handful of grass that he ripped out of the ground.
"Pa...Pa…" He murmured in between sobs. At first, his father said nothing as he began to wipe away the blood on his face while using the strands of grass as make-shift bandages for the claw marks on his cheek. After he cleaned the boy's face, the Neanderthal grunted before extending his arm out.
"Come, Oogar… We go back to cave." He spoke. The Neanderthal's son looked at his hand for a brief moment before grabbing onto it.
The Hazbin Hotel...
Groggily opening his eyes, Oogar slowly rose out of bed before letting out a low yawn while simultaneously stretching both his arms out. After cracking his neck a little, the caveman slumped out of bed. The beast grumbled a little as he then brought his pits up to his nose and took a small whiff. Oogar immediately regretted doing that as he recoiled his arm back before letting out a grunt of disgust. Rubbing his eyes before trudging for the door. He reached out a hand, grabbing onto the doorknob as he attempted to yank the door open. However, upon doing so, he accidentally tore the door right off of its hinges.
"Uh...oh…" The caveman uttered, his eyes widening at the sight of the door that he had torn off. Oogar's eyes dart back and forth before quietly placing the door against the wall before squeezing his way out of the doorframe. Scratching the back of his neck, Oogar began to trek down the hotel corridors with the floorboards making a high-pitch CREAK every time he took a step. As the caveman lurched down the hallways, he felt his stomach begin to growl. Oogar placed a hand on his gut, letting out a low murmur of hunger before finally making it to the end of the hallway and down a staircase. Upon making it down the stairs, he looked outside to see a flock of birds perched atop the branches of a dead tree, immediately coming up with an idea.
Oogar took a left turn down another hallway in search of an exit but just then, Oogar heard the sound of a quiet pitter-patter from behind. The caveman turned around only for him to find nothing behind him. Shrugging it off, Oogar continued forward but it didn't take long for him to hear that same tapping noise once more. The caveman spun around, once again being met with nothing but the difference was that he swore he saw something dive right behind a large flower vase at the last minute. Tensing up just a little, Oogar began to increase his pace as he got closer to the end of the hallway.
The pattering following Oogar would continue the moment he finished his walk down the hallway, running right into the center of a large room. It was dimly lit much like the rest of the rooms that the caveman has been in, the room appeared to be under construction as there was an assortment of boxes that surrounded the area and wallpaper that was starting to peel all the way down to the floor. Oogar turned his head at the entrance that he had come in through, expecting to see whatever was chasing him. Sadly for him, the past repeated itself as there was little to no one in sight.
However, Oogar wasn't letting his guard down this time around as he slammed the ground which resulted in a small stalagmite to bust right out of the ground. The caveman grabbed onto the spike-shaped rock before breaking it out of the ground, using it as a brand new club. Oogar's eyes darted about the room, knowing full well that someone was following him.
"Someone think they can hide from Oogar! Show self now!" The caveman demanded, his club raised high in the air. The Behemoth was only met with silence until from the corner of his eye, something small dashed right beside him. Whatever that Oogar had spotted immediately disappeared in a flash as the caveman charged over to where had the small figure was. Just then, Oogar heard that pattering noise and in an act of frustration, Oogar spun away around and chucked the club as hard as he could.
The club struck nothing but the wall as the force resulted in a hole being smashed into it. Oogar grunted with annoyance as his eyes continued to dart around the area. Just as it seemed this little game was going to drag on, The caveman was taken by surprise as a voice called out to him.
"Oh my, my… So big!" squealed a high-pitched, girly voice that rang throughout the walls. Oogar started frantically began to survey his surroundings, trying his damndest to find the source of this new, unexpected voice.
"So... dirty…So… FILTHY!" The voice continued, getting tenser. Oogar slowly made his way back to the center of the room, his grip around the club tightening. As the voice continued to call out to him.
"I...MUST…" Oogar then realized where the voice was coming from as he looked up to see that small figure dangle from a chandelier that hung over him. Whatever was watching Oogar finally revealed itself as it dropped down on him as the shrill voice shrieked with excitement.
"CLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!"
Before Oogar even had a chance to react, he was knocked back-first to the ground. He was then attacked with the frantic sweeping of a feather duster, resulting in the caveman coughing and wheezing. After being dusted, the caveman was then splashed by a bucket of warm, soapy water as it drenched his furry body while forcing the caveman to close his eyes. It was then followed by a long brush scrubbing against his fur-coated hide. A hairdryer was then pointed in his direction as a torrent of warm air blew against the caveman, drying off any excess water that was still dripping off of his fur.
After that, Oogar opened his eyes and looked down to see that his body was perfectly clean with his fur soft to the touch. Oogar also realized that his terrible odor was suddenly gone as he brought his pits up to his nose and sniffed it, the scent of green apple replacing the rancid odor from earlier.
"All done!~" The shrill voice squeaked as Oogar looked up, finally finding who had been following him this whole time. Standing on top of the caveman's knees was a little demon who was no taller than four feet, with short red hair with a yellow undertone and only one eye with a large Glasgow smile plastered on her features. She wore a white shirt with three splotches of what looked to be paint and a pink underskirt with the silhouette of a poodle imprinted on it.
"W-Who are you?" Oogar asked, tilting his head while the cyclopean demon grinned some more.
"Nice to meet ya there big guy, I'm Niffty! So, you are a new guest here?" She asked with enthusiasm.
"Well-"
"No, wait! Are you working here? Is this your first day? Want me to help you? OH! ARE YOU A NEW FRIEND!?" Nifty interrupting, bombarding the caveman with a series of questions, jumping from place to place from Oogar's chest to his shoulder and to his side.
"Oogar-"
"No, wait! Are you a burglar? How did you get in!? WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR!?" Niffty interrupted again, randomly appearing on top of the caveman's head before sliding back down onto his stomach.
"Or, are you-" Niffty's question was interrupted as Oogar gently suspended her in the air by the back of her shirt collar.
"Me Oogar! Oogar staying here!" Oogar exclaimed.
"Ooooh… Ok!" Niffty answered with a grin before the caveman promptly dropped her, the little demon easily landing on her feet. The Behemoth then stood up and went to go retrieve the club that he had thrown.
"So tell me, big fella. Where ya headin'?" Niffty asked while the caveman picked up his club.
"Oogar looking for a way outside. One-Eye know where Oogar can find?" Oogar asked.
"Oh, looking for an exit? Right over there!" The small cyclopean replied, pointing to a door that was right in front of him. Oogar briefly questioned how he didn't notice that since it was right in front of his face but he merely shrugged and plodded his way to the door. Out of curiosity, Niffty eagerly followed the larger demon as he opened the door, making sure not to accidentally rip it right off of its hinges.
"Say, where ya goin?" Niffty asked while Oogar had his sights set on the birds in the trees.
"Oogar going to get food. Be back in soon…" Oogar responded, quietly sneaking his way outside not to scare off any of the birds. Oogar flipped his club onto the opposite end, turning into a make-shift javelin as he raised the stalagmite over his shoulder. Niffty watched from the doorframe, eager to see what was about to happen. The caveman reeled his hand back, the pointy end of the stalagmite aiming for one of the birds in the treetops. With one mighty throw, the stalagmite came speeding through the air almost like a bullet before nailing the bird right in the chest, killing it instantly. As a result, the flock surrounding the tree immediately began to panic as their caws and flapping wings filled the air.
"Wooooooah!" Niffty said with amazement while the flock of birds abandoned the tree they were situated in, taking to the sky and flying off to find a new place to call home. Approaching the bird's carcass, Oogar lifted the stalagmite which still had the avian's corpse skewered against it.
"That was incredible!" Niffty shouted, bouncing up and down with excitement as Oogar turned to the small cyclopean.
"Can One-Eye help Oogar start fire?" Oogar said, making his way over to the tree to break some branches off for firewood.
"Hm? Can't you just use a stove?" The little demon asked.
"Stooove?..." Oogar replied with confusion. "What stove?"
"Hold on, You don't know what a… Ooooh, I get it! You're an outsider!" Niffty said, dashing right up to the caveman before grabbing him by the hand.
"Here! Let me show you!" Niffty continued. Before the caveman had a chance to object, he was suddenly pulled back into the building by the smaller demon with a surprising display of strength. Niffty proceeded to shut the door behind her before taking Oogar off to see more of the hotel.
The Hotel Kitchen...
The doors to the kitchen flung right open as Niffty came running in with Oogar stumbling behind. The duo hastily made their way over to the stove, where Oogar stared at it with curiosity.
"It's... a box." Oogar said while Nifty held onto one of the stove dials.
"It may look like a big ol' metal box. But watch this and prepare to be amazed!" She said, proceeding to crank the dial, resulting in a small ring of blue fire lighting up. Oogar's eyes widened while he stepped back in awe, the caveman unable to comprehend this sorcery that was displayed before him. He nearly dropped the bird-skewered stalagmite that was still in his hands
"The... The box make fire! The box make fire!" Oogar exclaimed with excitement, feeling his heart race with excitement. Niffty, for whatever strange reason, also felt similar feelings of excitement.
"See? Isn't it awesome!?" She said with that same smile on her face. Still holding onto the stalagmite, Oogar began to roast the bird's carcass over the flames. Niffty noticed this however and immediately stopped the caveman from cooking his meat.
"No wait, there's more!" She said while Oogar recoiled his arm, confused as to why she didn't want him to do that. Niffty raced on over to one of the drawers, opening it and pulling out a skillet. She zipped back to the stove and placed the skillet onto the fire, the flames beginning to heat up the frying pan. The small cyclopean wasn't done yet as she bounced up to one of the cupboards, opening it and pulling out a bottle of cooking oil as she poured it right onto the core of the skillet. This resulted in hot steam resonating off of the pan while a sizzling noise began to fill the kitchen. Oogar continued to observe with curiosity as Niffty extended her hand out, gesturing for Oogar to hand her the bird carcass.
"Now then, all that you need to do is skin the meat!" She said while Oogar looked at his stalagmite before hesitantly giving it to her. Niffty removed the carcass from the spike-shaped rock and placed it on top of a cutting board. Drawing out two knives from a nearby knife block, clashing the two blades together.
"Now check this out, Alastor taught me this one!" Niffty said before throwing the carcasses into the air and while it was airborne, the small demon started swinging both knives wildly at speeds faster than the naked eye could track. Afterward, the bird meat, which was somehow perfectly skinned, fell right back onto the cutting board. Oogar picked up one of the legs that belonged to the bird, giving it a good look before dropping it right into the pan. The sizzling grew even louder as a result while the aroma of the meat being cooked filled the air.
"W-Woah... meat looks good!" Oogar said with amazement, grabbing the skillet by the handle and giving it a little shake.
"Oh, and you'll also need this!" Niffty said, handing the caveman a pair of tongs. Oogar grabbed onto the tongs, unsure of what to do with them before suddenly putting the pieces together. Using the tongs, he flipped the bird's leg onto the other side as he gasped with excitement.
Not only was there a big box that could create fire but there was now a silver hand that could grab things that are hot?
Truly this was a future to behold.
"Alrighty, I'll let you do your thing! Charlie said there was probably a rat in the kitchen!" Niffty cheerfully said, pulling out a gigantic needle.
"I will show it NO mercy..." The small cyclopean said, her pupil shrinking while her grin grew wider. as she ran off in search of the rodent, leaving the caveman to his well-being.
After having the leg cook on the skillet for a good amount of time, Oogar believed that it was now done as he brought the birds to leg up to his face proceeding to take a good whiff from it. Oogar opened his mouth proceeded to take a bite out of the meat and after a few chews, he swallowed it. Oogar had spent most of his life eating meat that was either raw or was simply roasted over a fire but this was on a whole new level as he continued eating the leg until it was nothing but bone. Oogar, still hungry, grabbed onto a wing and placed it on the still-heated skillet, cooking it just how he did with the wing while Niffty scoured the room for any traces of a rat.
Unbeknownst to the two, the aroma of the meat was attracting an unwanted visitor as the click of the kitchen door opening could be heard along with the sound of footsteps hitting the floor tiles. It was here that Oogar felt a chill run up his spine along with an unpleasant feeling surging within his stomach while the air surrounding him dropped in temperature. Oogar was unsure of what to make of this sudden turn of events, knowing full well that he wasn't exposed to anything cold but the caveman was experiencing a feeling that he couldn't shake off. The Behemoth, despite his imposing size, felt as though an imminent danger was lurking from behind.
"Well, isn't this quite a surprise!" A new voice exclaimed, coming from behind. The voice itself sounded strange as if it were coming out of an old, grainy radio.
"It appears we have a newcomer in the midst! What's your name, my jumbo-sized fellow?" The voice asked. Oogar slowly turned his head, coming face-to-face with a new demon, one that stared back at him a pair of red eyes and a big smile filled with sharp yellow teeth. This new demon had short red hair with two deer-like ears protruding from the top of his head along with a set of black antlers. He also was dressed in a red pinstripe suit with a black bowtie and in his left hand was a thin cane with a handle that resembled a vintage microphone with a singular eye. Despite easily outmuscling and dwarfing this demon by eight feet, The caveman sensed a sinister aura resonating off of this demon, one that almost made him sick to his stomach.
"Well... Are you going to answer my question?" The deer-like man asked again, Oogar responding with a few grunts and mumbles before finally answering his question.
"M-Me..urh..Me...Oogar..." Oogar quietly responded. The demon cocked a brow in response, somewhat weirded out by the caveman's response but merely shrugged it off.
"Oogar, you say? Very well then! The name's Alastor and I'm assuming you're new to this Hotel? If so, then welcome aboard!" Alastor happily exclaimed, extending his arm out for a handshake. Oogar, unsure of what to do, merely stared at Alastor's hand as the caveman scratched the back of his head. Alastor craned his neck up to the caveman, not saying a single word as he still waited for a response. Looking at the cutting board and seeing the other pieces of uncooked meat, Oogar took one from the board and placed it in the palm of the demon's hand. Alastor's eyes widened a little upon feeling the moist and somewhat squishy texture of the meat while Oogar just stood in silence.
"Hm... You don't seem to be the brightest bulb in the box, my boy." Alastor said, gazing at the piece of uncooked meat in his hand.
"But... Oogar not light." The caveman responded.
"No wait, I didn't mean that literal-"
"And Oogar not your son." Oogar continued.
"No, I didn't mean it like... Oh, forget it." The Radio Demon muttered.
"Mr. Alastor! Mr. Alastor!" Niffty's voice called out, making Alastor perk his head up. He turned to his side to see the small cyclopean skittering towards, just stopping a few feet away from the Radio Demon.
"Ah, Niffty my girl! What's the news?" Alastor asked while Oogar, despite his feelings of dread, continued cooking.
"Well, I finally found that rat that was sneaking its way into the kitchen! Like you told me, I showed it NO mercy..." said Niffty with a terrifying grin as she then showed off the carcass of the rodent that she had slain, its body skewered against her needle.
"Haha! Excellent work, my girl. Say, have you met this jumbo-sized fellow over there!" Alastor said, pointing at Oogar.
"Oh yeah, Oogar is an outsider and I just taught him how to cook from all the tips you gave me!" Niffty exclaimed.
"Ah, an outsider eh? Tell me my furry friend what parts are you from? Doesn't look like you're from Wonderland nor Cannibal Colony to me." Alastor said, turning his attention back to the caveman, who had just finished cooking the wing.
"Oogar come from underground. Charlie and Vaggie found Oogar. Oogar came here." Oogar simply stated, taking a large bite out of the wing with bits of meat getting onto his mouth and beard.
"Ah, I see! You're one of those 'off-the-gird' types of people, I get it now. Guess that explains that large beard of yours!" Alastor said with a chuckle while Oogar continued eating the wing. The Radio Demon eyed the meat that the caveman was devouring before taking a step forward.
"Say, my boy, that fowl you're eating... It looks like it's, shall I say, lacking in flavor?" Alastor said, pointing a finger at the wing in the caveman's hand.
"Here, allow me to show you how to add a little flavor to it!" Alastor said as he approached the sizzling skillet with Oogar stepping aside. The Radio Demon proceeded to drop the leg that Oogar handed him earlier, letting the meat cook while Oogar kept a close eye. He was not sure why but there was just something so off-putting about this certain demon that he just couldn't put into the words. He hadn't attacked him or done anything wrong, but everything just felt off to the caveman. Oogar felt almost as though a faint coldness had filled the air itself.
"You got the basics down but allow me to make some improvements. Like I said before, you need a little bit of flavor. Oh! How about some cayenne? That'll for sure bring some tang!" Alastor said, reaching for a cupboard and pulling out a small plastic shaker containing the spice as he began to shake the cayenne onto the sizzling leg. He proceeded to flip it over to add more of the spice onto the leg.
"Hmm... What else could we add? Perhaps a pinch of cumin! That'll for sure do the trick!" said The Radio Demon, pulling out a bottle of cumin to add to the bird's leg.
"O-Oogar... not... like you." The caveman murmured, Alastor perking his head up from this sudden statement.
"Hm? And why's that?" Alastor asked out of curiosity.
"Deer Man bring cold... Oogar not like cold... If Deer Man bring cold t-then Oogar not like Deer Man!" The caveman spoke. Alastor cocked a brow and smirked at this notion before chuckling.
"Ohoho, my dear fur-coated friend, is that all? I've done barely anything but try to help you cook and yet you're making quite a bold claim there!" Alastor stated, sprinkling the cumin onto the sizzling meat.
"Well yeah... But Oogar feel didn't feel cold until Deer Man came in! Deer Man bad!" Oogar said, folding his arms as the Radio Demon continued to laugh some more.
"Really now? Do you hate me simply over a mere drop in temperature? Really, I don't think that's good reasoning there my boy." Alastor said before reaching into the cupboard once again.
"Hmm... What else can we add for a little more zest? Ah, I know! Some chili flakes ought to bring more flavor to this fowl!" He exclaimed, sprinkling a dash of flakes right onto the bird's leg. After adding the spice and cooking it some more, Alastor killed the heat from the stove.
"Mind handing me those tongs?" Alastor asked the caveman, prompting Oogar to give him the tongs as Alastor removed the chicken from the skillet and placed it onto a plate.
"And there we are! With just the perfect blend of spices, this flavorless fowl is now a tangy marvel to behold!" The Radio Demon said with that permanent smile still plastered on his face.
"Wh...Why Deer Man do this? You... bring cold but..." Oogar muttered, unsure of what to say.
"But what? Afraid I might bite or something like that? You've done nothing to me and I've done nothing to you and that only seems fair to me. Anyway, why don't you help yourself? It's still hot you know!" The Radio Demon said, slightly nudging the plate towards the fur-coated giant. Taking the meat off of the plate, Oogar brought leg up to his nose and took a whiff of it. His eyes widened upon sniffing the food before finally taking a bite out of it, his tastebuds being overtaken by a spicy yet savory sensation. One that he was just unable to describe while Alastor's smile grew a little wider.
"Delicious, is it not?" Alastor chimed.
"I-It good!" Oogar exclaimed with surprise as he continued eating the spice-ridden bird leg.
"Well, my mother once said to me that the quickest way to someone's heart is through their stomach. Now tell me, Do you still not like me?" Alastor inquired. Oogar finished his food, reducing the bird's leg to a mere bone as he proceeded to toss it aside. Before it had a chance to strike the ground, Niffty swiped the bone in the nick of time before dunking it into a nearby trash bin.
"Well... Food good but... Oogar still not like Deer Man! Deer Man looks like he's... thinking." Oogar replied, Alastor merely shrugging in response.
"Very well then. Hopefully, you'll turn up someday." Alastor said, grabbing onto the skillet before placing it into the sink for Niffty to clean later.
"Now tell me this, lad. How long do you intend on staying here? A few days? A week? A month perhaps?" Alastor asked.
"Oogar found warmth here. Oogar stay here for good." The caveman plainly stated.
"Is that so?" Alastor said, cocking a brow as Oogar nodded in response.
"Oogar get redemption too. Find peace in Heaven." The fur-coated behemoth said, Alastor's eyes widening with surprise as he approached the larger demon with that permanent smile of his, which had grown wider as a result.
"Well then, you had my curiosity but now you have my full attention!" Alastor exclaimed with enthusiasm, wrapping an arm around the behemoth's side.
"Quite intriguing that someone who's low-minded as you would be interested in such a fatuous concept. Do you even know what redemption is? If so then this is going to be one helluva show!" Alastor said. Oogar grunted in response stepping back, shoving Alastor away.
"Hmph! Oogar know what Redemption is! Deer Man won't stop Oogar!" The caveman said with a huff. Alastor nearly fell over but managed to maintain his balance, his smile briefly twitched a little but the Radio Demon took a deep breath and straightened his bowtie.
"Now, now! I'm not here to stop you, lad. In fact, quite the opposite actually. I am willing to see just how you can even pull off such a crazy feat to begin with. I can already see it!" Alastor exclaimed, extending his arms outwards, using both his index finger and thumb to create a square with Oogar centered in front of it almost like he was about to take a photo.
"You, the fur-coated beast, making a perilous journey to bask in the rays of heavenly light while the darkness bellow pulls at your feet. Will you make it to paradise or will you simply fall into the dark, cold, unfeeling abyss of failure...?" Alastor remarked, his tone of voice changing from his usually cheery self to a more sinister and foreboding one. Oogar tensed up but Alastor simply returned to his usually unnervingly chipper mood within a matter of seconds.
"...Well, what do I know? I'm not a prophet!" Alastor chuckled.
"Anyways, I must be going. I really have nothing else to say to you other than welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, Oogar!" The Radio Demon said, patting the caveman on the back.
"Enjoy your stay!~" And with that, Alastor then took off and exited through the kitchen door. Oogar was left standing in the kitchen, that terrible feeling in his stomach going away the moment Alastor left the room.
"Hmph. Deer Man no good... Oogar stay away from Deer Man!" The caveman said with a huff.
"Aw, I wouldn't say that!" Niffty said, taking the skillet out of the sink as she then opened the dishwasher.
"Alastor's quite a fun person to be around! Just as long as ya don't do anything to make him mad." The small cyclopean said, stowing the skillet away into the dishwasher before closing it.
"OH! That reminds me of a story. One time Alastor caught someone taking a peek under my skirt without me noticing and tore his eyes out! And there was this other time that some drunks were harassing him and Alastor ripped their skin off and threw them into a giant meatgrinder! BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE! One time-" Niffty began to go down an entire novel's worth of all the horrible things that her boss has done when provoked while Oogar, not wanting to stick around and hear more, simply made his way to the door and exited the kitchen to see more of the hotel. Niffty was left behind, still telling stories of Alastor without realizing that Oogar left the room.
"-And before he had time to process, BOOM! His head was torn clean off his body!... Oh, wait, you're gone." Niffty muttered in embarrassment. Just then, the small cyclopean's ears picked up a faint squeak as her one eye became as wide as a dinner plate.
"So, you think you pesky rodents can escape my wrath, eh?..." The neurotic cleaning lady spoke, unsheathing her large needle.
"THINK AGAIN, I WILL PUT YOU OUT OF YOUR MISERY!" She shrieked, running off to where she had heard the squeak while letting out a shrill war cry similar to that of a Chimpanzee.