Millions of Years Ago...
Trudging through the thick forest where rays of sunlight barely peeked through the trees and there was nothing but greenery that spanned for thousands of miles, Oogar was growing tired by the minute as he had been walking for hours on end alongside his father. They were currently out on a hunt and sadly for the pair, the hunt was anything but a success. Other than a few rodents, birds, and only one deer that they managed to kill due to Oogar scaring off the remaining herd, they were coming up short in terms of game. The child grew weaker as they continued trekking through the woods but his father knew that he wasn't going back to the den unless they came back the substantial game to keep them alive.
The two forest-dwellers continued their journey throughout the woodlands before the comforting sound of flowing water could be heard from just a couple of feet away. This prompted Oogar to immediately rush into the direction of the noise, passing through trees and other foliage before finally coming across a flowing river. The clear blue water practically luring the child right over to the river as he crouched down and placed his hands both of his hands into the aqua, cupping them together. Oogar began to gulp down handfuls of cool water, his body almost immediately feeling refreshed. The boy's father soon appeared by his side and looked at the river for a brief moment before setting aside his game.
"You stay and rest Oogar. I hunt." His father plainly said before stepping foot into the river, raising his spear above his head for any fish that passed by. Oogar, figuring that this was a perfect place to rest, walked over to a nearby tree and rested against it before letting out a quiet exhale. While the water did the trick in helping the boy fight off his exhaustion, he was still rather hungry, and considering how he didn't want to waste the game that he and his father collected so far, he was left with another dilemma. However, just from the corner of his eye, Oogar caught something that garnered his attention.
Just laying only a couple of feet away from both him and the river was a large bush that housed a plethora of delicious blueberries. The boy's eyes widened with both surprise and joy, having found a source of food. The boy quickly looked at his dad, who had his back turned on him, before promptly turning it back to the blueberry shrub. Knowing that his dad was focused on hunting for fish, he started to quietly tip-toe over to the bush. Upon making it to the shrub, Oogar began to pick the berries off of the stems one by one. The boy gathered as much as he could, a pile of berries building onto the palm of his hand. The boy then wolfed down a handful of scrumptious blueberries, the juices trickled down his chin and onto the dirt beneath him.
Before the boy could enjoy scarfing down another handful of blueberries, he stopped midway upon hearing a faint rustling in the bushes. Turning his head to the shrub, he noticed the leaves of the bush were gently shaking from an unseen force. Oogar took a step back, unsure of what was causing this noise. While monitoring the bush, the boy couldn't help but feel a tense feeling take place inside of his stomach, one that he was unable to shake off. Just then, he noticed, albeit barely, the tip of a scaly tail retreating into the brush which was then followed by a loud hiss.
Oogar's eyes widened with horror before a gigantic snake came shooting right out of the brush with its massive jaws wide open, with its sights set on the boy in making him its dinner. The child quickly threw himself to the side, just barely avoiding the gaping maw of the anaconda but this was just the start as the serpent managed to trip the juvenile with its tail. Oogar fell onto the dirt as the anaconda's coils started to wrap themselves around the young neanderthal's legs and waist, making him kick and trash around. The anaconda tightened its grasp around the struggling boy, slowly but surely strangling the life out of him. Oogar tried his best to let out a scream so that he could get his father's attention but due to the snake slowly crushing his mid-section with its own coils, Oogar couldn't even make a whimper or a grunt.
The anaconda leered at its helpless prey, its maw still gaping wide open as another sinister hiss escaped its mouth. Oogar looked up with horror, starring the predator in its cold dead eyes. The serpent immediately went for the kill, preparing to devour the child whole. However, to avoid his one-way ticket to the grave, Oogar managed to muster up enough strength to move his upper body and clamped his teeth down onto the anaconda's neck. The Neanderthal's teeth punctured deep into the snake's flesh, forcing the serpent to let out a pained hiss while it's the grip of its coils loosened greatly. Now seizing the opportunity to attack, Oogar managed to open the pouch that was tied to his waist and unsheath his knife. Without any hesitation, The boy drove his knife straight into the eye of the anaconda as blood began to gush from its socket.
Oogar unleashed a primal scream of rage, repeatedly stabbing the snake right in the eye before finally finishing the serpent off by piercing the knife underneath the snake's jaw and into its brain. The Anaconda's body began violently jitter and twitch for a moment until its body finally went limp while Oogar removed the small blade out of the snake's chin and watched as the rest of its body fell onto the ground. Oogar's father, who had heard his screaming, came rushing into the scene to see what was causing all of the commotion. He stopped and stared in awe, seeing his son stand before him with the dead anaconda laying by his feet. Taking in several deep breaths, the boy turned to his father with a small yet prideful smirk on his face with snake blood oozing from his mouth.
"Oogar did it, Papa."
The Hazbin Hotel, Several days later...
Having just gotten out of bed, Oogar trudged down the hotel halls with his back slumped and bags underneath his eyes, feeling anything but graceful. The wound on his shoulder, while it was healing up, still hurt like hell as The caveman was currently making his way down to the kitchen to help himself to some breakfast. As he got closer to the kitchen, his ears picked up a low sizzling noise while the smell of something savory began to lure him closer to the kitchen. The Caveman opened the kitchen door and was greeted by the sight of Niffty, who was currently standing on top of a stepping stool, cooking some pancakes on the stove. While her cooking skills weren't on par with the likes of Alastor, she did know her way around a tasty breakfast. Upon hearing the door creak, Niffty turned her head to the caveman enter the kitchen as her lips cracked into her usual cheek-to-cheek smile.
"Hiya, Oogar! Wanna help me make these pancakes?" Niffty asked with a bright grin, Oogar shaking his head 'no' in response.
"Later. Make the hot bean juice first..." Oogar murmured, marching his way over to the coffee maker to fix himself a cup of joe.
After Oogar's battle with Chugg, things were anything but easy for the Hotel. Because of the media and all the unwanted attention that the fight had accumulated, Charlie and Vagige agreed that for the sake of Oogar's safety, and theirs as well, that the behemoth would be kept at the hotel until the whole thing blew over. Charlie would also push her next public outing much further due to the incident but even then, she still had hope that she could possibly find some other way to spread the message of the hotel. But for the time being, she, along with Oogar, was gonna be staying at the hotel for the time being.
After having finished making himself a cup of coffee, Oogar walked over to the table and pulled up a seat for himself. As he sat down by the table, Niffty placed a plate of three delicious chocolate chip pancakes stacked onto each other that were doused in syrup and butter. Just by scent alone, the pancakes were enough to perk Oogar up, and with the help of the coffee, he felt as good as new.
"Hope you like 'em, Oogar! I know it's your favorite!~" Niffty said with a grin before whisking back to the stove to make more breakfast for the others. Oogar grabbed both a knife and a fork, proceeding to carve into the stack of pancakes. Oogar cut himself a piece of all three pancakes at a good enough size to fit in his mouth as he brought it up to his gaping maw, but before he could eat the pieces of pancake, Oogar felt something brush up against his shin underneath the table. Setting his fork down and peering down from the table, Oogar was met with Fat Nuggets gently nudging his cheek against the caveman's leg. Unsure of what to do, the behemoth reached down and gently lifted Fat Nuggets out from the table onto his lap.
Oogar slowly brought his other hand down onto the swine's head and gently caressed it, making the pig close its eyes while letting out a quiet snort. Just then Fat Nuggets cocked his over to the plate of still-warm pancakes and began to nudge his head a little towards the platter. At first, Oogar was unsure of what the pig exactly wanted until he realized that Fat Nuggets was signifying that he wanted some of the caveman's food. The Behemoth couldn't say no to such a small creature as he began to cut a piece and offered it to Fat Nuggets, to which it was immediately gobbled up by the swine. Oogar fed the pig a few more small pieces of pancake, dribbles of syrup seeping down the swine's chin while it let out a few more adorable snorts, proceeding to nuzzle against the caveman's abdomen. A smile began to form behind Oogar's scruffy beard as the caveman started to caress the top of the pig's head.
"Good piggy..." Oogar quietly murmured, gently holding Fat Nuggets a little closer.
"Oh hey, is that Angel's pig?" Niffty asked, putting another plate of pancakes onto the table, one that was meant for her. The cyclopean pulled herself a chair, hopping onto the seat and grabbing a knife and fork.
"He's a real cutie!... Whenever he's not making a mess that is..." She said before her smile began to slowly turn into a disgruntled scowl, cutting into her pancakes at a fairly aggressive speed.
"He apparently thinks that after coming inside, covered in mud is a perfect time to roll around and make huge messes AFTER I HAD JUST CLEANED THE STINKIN-" As Niffty went on her brief tangent, she had accidentally stabbed into her plate as the blade embedded itself into the porcelain.
"Whoopsie, got carried away didn't I?" Niffty chuckled with embarrassment while Fat Nuggets fearfully turned his head away from the cyclopean, standing up on his hind legs and clinging onto Oogar's chest as tight as he could. Oogar patted the little swine, letting him rest on his lap as he finished up his breakfast. After eating his pancakes, and feeding a small handful to Fat Nuggets, all that remained on the caveman's plate was a small puddle of syrup and butter residue. Oogar peered at syrup residue out of curiosity, before placing his index finger in the center and slowly dragging his hand across the puddle. This resulted in a little white line forming across the residue as the syrup began to slowly revert back to its puddle form.
Oddly enough, Oogar took an interest in this as he then started to drag his finger across the syrup, drawing various shapes and figures in the viscous substance. While making his crude doodles in the syrup, Niffty took notice of the caveman moving his finger across the syrup with a look of interest. The one-eyed cleaning lady began scooting closer to Oogar for a closer inspection before finally getting a good enough view of what the behemoth was drawing.
"Watcha drawin' there?" Niffty asked, watching as Oogar drew a stick figure in the thick liquid, his fingertip now coated in a thin layer of syrup.
"Oogar make drawings in sweet sap. Used to draw in mud too when Oogar was small." Oogar stated, drawing a spiral shape in the syrup, with the small cyclopean observing with intrigue. Just then, an idea came to Niffty's head as her singular eye widened and her pupil grew to the size of a dinner plate from excitement.
"Ooooh, hey! This actually gives me an idea!~" Niffty exclaimed before passing a napkin to the caveman. Oogar was unsure of what Niffty was up to but then the cleaning lady handed him a pencil right after giving him the napkin. Taking the pencil out of her hands, Oogar analyzed the peculiar object in his hands, having little to no idea of what to do with it.
"Go ahead, try it out!~" The cyclopean demon said with a chipper smile. Looking down at the small piece of paper, Oogar slowly brought down the pencil onto the napkin and began to draw a line on it. As he moved the pencil across the napkin, Oogar's eyes widened with shock as the pencil left behind a graphite trail on the paper. To Oogar, this was another amazing gift of the future that bestowed upon him. Oogar began to create more sketches on the small, thin piece of paper while Niffty's mind began to open up another idea for the caveman.
"Hey, you know what? Once I'm done making breakfast, I have a little something that I wanna try out with you!" Niffty exclaimed, promptly finishing her breakfast in a hasty manner. Oogar, meanwhile, continued doodling on the napkin, starting to like where all of this was going.
A few hours later...
"Oogar? Oogar, where are you?" Charlie called out, roaming throughout the hotel in search of the caveman. She and Vaggie had a new lesson planned for Oogar, but as of right now, the caveman was nowhere to be found. The two demonesses took it upon themselves to find the giant, which was far more difficult than it sounds. Of course, a fifteen-foot tall mammoth demon is something you cannot just lose but considering how big the hotel was, he could basically be anywhere.
"If Angel better not have snuck out with him, so help me god..." Vaggie grumbled to herself, hoping that wasn't the case. Just then, Vaggie's ears picked up the nasal voice of Angel calling out for his pet pig as she looked up to see the spider demon strolling coming from the opposite end of the wall with a look of worry on his face.
"Nuggs? Where'd ya go little guy, papa's worried!" He yelped before noticing Charlie and Vaggie, immediately running over to the two. "Yo, have you two seen Fat Nuggets? I've been lookin' all over for him and I STILL can't find him."
"If Alastor is trying to eat him again, that smiling shithead is gonna find himself with his balls in a vice..." Angel growled threateningly.
"I'm sorry Angel but I haven't seen him. However, we are looking for Oogar. By any chance, you wouldn't have happened to see him?" Vaggie replied.
"Well, I dunno where the caveman is at. Though come to mention it, I haven't seen both him or Nuggs in a while which probably means..." Angel began to dr, all four of his fists tightly clenching and brows furrowed into a rage-fueled expression. "THAT PREHISTORIC ASSHOLE IS PROBABLY ROASTING MY LITTLE FAT NUGGETS ON A SPIT! I WILL FUCKIN-"
"Hey, calm down! Even I know Oogar isn't mentally depraved to do something like that!" Vaggie interrupted, placing both of her hands onto the spider demon's shoulders.
"How about this? If you help me find Oogar then I'll help you find Fat Nuggets. Sound like a fair deal?" The Hotel Owner proposed, to which, Angel replied with a sigh of annoyance before folding his arms.
"Fine..." He said with a pout. Before the two demons could continue their search, however, Angel suddenly heard something familiar.
"Hey, do ya hear that?..." Angel said, putting a hand right up to his ear. Vaggie also listened in and heard the noise as well, the faint sound of the spider's pet pig snorting somewhere down the corridor. Without a single bit of hesitation, Angel sprinted over to where he had heard the noises with Vaggie following behind. The two followed the sounds into a nearby room as Angel immediately busted the door open.
"FAT NUGGETS, YOU IN HERE!?" Angel cried. Much to Angel's relief, he saw Fat Nuggets comfortably huddled up beside Oogar, who was currently sketching various drawings on a large sheet of paper. Watching the two was Niffty, who cocked her head over to see the trio, who had just entered the room.
"Oh, hiya guys!" Niffty happily said, waving at the two demons.
"Hi, Niffty. We were just looking for Oogar, though glad to that you're keeping him occupied by the way!" Charlie said with a smile. Angel, meanwhile, merely ignored the cyclopean's greeting and ran right over to Fat Nuggets, immediately hugging the piggy close with his upper-set of arms.
"Oh, Fat Nuggets! You had daddy worried! Next time do go running off like that..." The spider demon exclaimed, holding the swine as tight as he could.
"Quick question, what are you guys up to?" Vaggie asked.
"Oh, well Oogar showed an interest in drawing so I figured I could give him the right materials!" Niffty said while Charlie and Vaggie walked over to the sheet of the paper to get a better look at what Oogar has been drawing.
"Oogar make very good art. Very good!" The caveman said, displaying his work for his caretakers to see.
"Wow, Oogar! This is amazing!" Charlie exclaimed, sitting by Oogar as she analyzed more the drawings that the caveman had made. Vaggie sat across from the caveman and Charlie, giving the drawings a quick glance before turning her face over to Niffty.
"We'll take things from here, you can leave if you want." Vaggie said to the small cyclopean, who simply nodded in response and scampered out of the room. Angel was also planning to leave with Fat Nuggets, but right out of the blue, the pig hopped out of Angel's hands and began to waddle over to Oogar.
"Hey, Nuggz?... What are ya doin'?" Angel asked as Oogar turned to face the swine, who looked up at the behemoth that sat before him. The caveman stared at the swine for a brief moment before extending his arm out, letting Fat Nuggets gently rub his cheek against the mammoth demon's hand as a sort of way to say goodbye to his big hairy friend.
"Goodbye to you. Good piggy..." Oogar said, giving Fat Nuggets a gentle pat on the head before he ran back to his owner, whose eyes lit up from this precious display of friendship that occurred before his very eyes.
"Holy fuck that is way too precious..." Angel murmured before finally leaving the room with Fat Nuggets following behind. Charlie, on the other hand, couldn't help but let out a joyed squee, The hotel owner feeling her very heart touched.
"Looks like you made a new friend, Oogar?" Vaggie said with a small smile. Oogar merely nodded in response, turning attention back to the paper, and started to work on a new drawing. Charlie looked over Oogar's shoulder, taking a gander at all the sketches that the caveman had made. The drawings on the paper mainly consisted of crudely made sketches of animals, ones that roamed the earth millions of years ago, in different shapes and sizes.
Gazing at the drawings, Charlie suddenly realized that during Oogar's stay at the hotel, he had mainly shied away from talking about his past and the era that he had come from. Every time Charlie would try to at least learn about the caveman's past, he'd be very reclusive about it. Charlie didn't exactly want to force Oogar into discussing something that could be a little too heavy for him but he had to at least give her something other than just silence.
"Say, Oogar... What are these drawings? I know their animals but they don't look like anything I've ever seen." Charlie inquired, looking up at Oogar.
"Tell me, did these creatures exist back when you were alive?" Charlie asked.
"Yes. Many beasts, big and small. Oogar remember very well." The caveman replied, his eyes still fixated on the drawing he was working on.
"If that's the case then would you mind telling us what they are? It's fine if you don't want to, I'm just curious is all." Charlie said. At first, the caveman didn't say a word, replying to Charlie with only silence. However, just when Charlie figured that the behemoth was unwilling to share, Oogar finally opened up.
"When Oogar was small. Papa taught Oogar about beasts... Papa told Oogar that every beast in world have meaning." Oogar said.
"Could you tell us a couple of these meanings?" Vaggie asked, both she and Charlie now curious from this notion that Oogar had brought up. Oogar extended an arm and placed his index finger onto the drawing of a massive elephant-like creature.
"Mammoth mean strength, courage. It stands tall and proud. Not afraid of danger. Protect the herd, no matter what." The caveman said before moving his hand over to the sketch of an enormous tiger with a set of sharp fangs protruding from the beast's mouth.
"Sabretooth mean will. No matter how much pain, it keep walking. Fight until death." Oogar continued, Charlie and Vaggie watching with interest as the caveman then moved his finger to the primitive illustration of a human-like figure.
"Papa told Oogar, that man is different. As we grow, we learn our own meanings." The caveman explained, drawing several lines that spanned from the sketch of human to the beasts that surrounded it.
"When life starts with you as prey. Nothing to protect yourself other than stick and rock. Predators all around want you dead. Eat you to live another day. Survival is all that matters in world..." Oogar spoke with a slight bit of a somber tone, his grip around the pencil tightening just a little. After a short pause, The caveman continued sketching.
"But... As you grow. You become stronger than the beasts that eat you. You show predators what you can do. You will not sit and let world hurt you. You rise above predators, big or small." The caveman spoke, drawing a circle around the human figure along with adding a spear to one of the figure's hands. After having completed the sketch, Oogar put down his pencil and sat back, admiring his own work which filled him with a sense of accomplishment.
"You show predator that you're not afraid. You're not afraid to fight for what you are. You're not afraid to show world what you can do."
"Oogar, that's... incredible!" Charlie said with amazement. "I'm well aware you're not one to talk about the past but just from that alone, there's just so much I wanna know from you."
"Yeah, whenever you're ready, you can tell us anything about yourself. We'll be more than willing to hear it." Vaggie encouraged.
"...Oogar will...think about it." The caveman said, darting his eyes to the side for a moment before returning back to the paper. Grabbing onto one of the edges of the paper, Oogar carefully lifted his drawing to reveal a second sheet. Pushing the previous paper to the side, Oogar picked up his pencil and began to work on his second drawing. Charlie and Vaggie were about to see what Oogar was working on, the two demonesses heard the door click open as they turned around to see Husk standing by the doorway.
"Hey, both of you, I'm gonna need your help right now. It's an emergency." Husk said, his tone sounding oddly panicked.
"Sorry, Husk. We'd love to help but Vaggie and I were just starting a lesson with Oogar. I'm afraid you're gonna have to wait." Charlie replied.
"Yeah, well, this is kinda fuckin' urgent. Some fuckin weirdo came into the hotel and when I told 'em fuck off, he just sat on his ass and laughed like he was doped up on laughing gas." Husk said, peering out from the hall for a brief moment to make sure he wasn't being followed. A look of concern began to take place on Charlie's features, along with her girlfriend, as they both stood up while Oogar looked up from his paper and tilted his head in confusion, unaware of what was going on.
"Well, why didn't you just kick him out and be done with it?" Vaggie said.
"I mean, I would but there's just something... fuckin' weird about this guy and it's actually kinda freakin' me out if I'm gonna be real." Husk said.
"Alright, we'll go check this out ourselves." Vaggie sighed, exiting the room almost immediately with Charlie and Hus following her. Oogar saw his caretakers leave the room, confused by this sudden turn of events.
"Where Charlie going?..." Oogar asked as Charlie stopped by the door and turned her head over to the behemoth.
"Don't worry about us, Oogar. You stay put, Vaggie and I are just going to check something out. It won't be long, I promise!" She assured Oogar with a smile before leaving the room.
Oogar was now left alone with only his paper and pencil, an eerie sensation of worry and dread slowly filling the now silent room. The giant then looked down to see the brand new sketch that he had finished.
Drawn on the paper were three humanoid figures, two of which resembled females and one resembling a giant beast.
The Main Lobby
Vaggie and Charlie frantically made their way down to the main lobby with Husk trailing behind to see this bizarre visitor that the winged demon told them about. Upon making it to the lobby, the two demons froze in place to see a bizarre-looking demon that was just several feet away from them. The peculiar-looking demon appeared to be an Imp, who wore a pair of sunglasses and a backward red cap that concealed a scalp that only held a few dark strands of hair that reached his shoulders. His outfit was also rather off-putting, for he was dressed in a torn-up vest and underneath it was a shabby olive green shirt and a pair of black shorts, both of which were heavily stained.
The imp was currently seated onto a sofa, with one hand scratching at his head while the other frantically shook and jittered around in a spastic manner, his hands tipped with sharp, jagged nails. By looks of it, he looked like he was staring off into space with his head looking directly at the ceiling as the stranger let out an unsettling chuckle, one that made Charlie feel almost sick in her stomach while Vaggie glared at him with a clear look of contempt.
"See what I mean? This guy looks like he's completely cracked out..." Husk whispered, finally catching up to him. The imp had likely heard the doorman's comment as he then moved his head down to face the trio of demons with a demented grin.
"Hehe... Evening, ladies!" The imp spoke in a hoarse, southern-accent.
"It's noon..." Vaggie replied coldly, glaring daggers at the odd-looking stranger that sat before her eyes.
"H-hello, sir. Can we... help you?" Charlie asked as the Imp began to let out a raspy chuckle, scratching his head while a grin on his face grew even wider, making both Charlie and Vaggie all the more uncomfortable.
"I-I-I would like to uh... uh... rent a room, please! Just for the night, hehe!" The spastic imp said with a laugh, continuing to scrape his head with his jagged nails.
"Oh, well... We'd be happy to-" Just then, Charlie was interrupted when Vaggie placed a hand on her shoulder before slowly walking towards the deranged-looking imp. The one-eyed demon knew from the moment she laid eyes on this stranger, she figured out who he was just at a glance alone.
"Stand back, Charlie. I'll take care of this." Vaggie said, narrowing her eyes at this new arrival.
"Hey... hehe. What's the deal? Can a man not rent a hotel in this day n' age?" He asked with a raspy chuckle.
"I've seen you on TV. You're one of Chugg's accomplices, aren't you? You're the crackhead who usually sits next to him..." Vaggie growled while the Imp tilted his head before forcing out another chuckle.
"Heh... Uh... No, I not! Heheh!" He snickered, lying through his yellow teeth.
"Yes, you are..." Vaggie replied, folding her arms.
"No, I'm not!"
"Yes, you are!"
"Nooooo, not me!~"
"Don't even try to lie to me. Of course, you are!"
"Who's lyin'? I'm definitely not! Maybe YOU'RE lyin'! Heheheh!"
"Quit bullshitting me, I know you're fucking lying!"
"...But I ain't!" The liar said with another raspy cackle. It was here that Vaggie lost her patience with the deranged looking imp, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and slamming him against a wall.
"You listen to me right now. I can easily see right through your little act so you better quit fucking with me or things WILL get messy. You got all that?!" Vaggie threatened, her grip tightening around the imp's neck. But even then, the blatant liar still had a disgusting grin on his face as he merely let out another giggle.
"Alright then... hehe... prove it!" He spat with a smirk.
"What?"
"Go grab an image or a video of me on his show then, hehe... I bet 'cher gonna find nothin' at all!"
"I... ugh! Fine!" Vaggie growled, letting go of the imp's shirt collar before pulling out her phone. Shortly thereafter, the Hispanic demon pulled up a video and showed it to the imp. The screen displayed both him and Chugg sitting next to each other, having a fairly distasteful conversation.
"Hehe... I'm just sayin' man, three bombs 'coulda done the job. I mean, look what's happened! We now got big titty school girls and tentacle monsters fuckin!" The scrawny imp declared.
"HEY COME ON MAN, NOT ALL HENTAI'S THAT BAD! YOU JUST GOTTA LET IT SINK IN AND IT'LL GETCHA HARD 'FER DAYS!" The bigger demon replied before Vaggie paused the video.
"See? That's you. There is no denying that." She said, pointing directly at him on the screen. The Imp took a closer look and scratched his head for a short moment before returning his gaze back to the hotel manager.
"Ehh... doesn't look like me." Said the Imp.
"What? This is obviously you!" Vaggie retorted.
"Oh, you sayin' all imps look the same now? You racist or something?"
"What?! No! I'm just saying that the imp in this video is yo-"
"Oooh, you did it again! You're racist!"
"No, I-"
"Racist!"
"If you-"
"What's that I hear? A god damn raciiiiiiist!"
"IF YOU CAN SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH FOR ONE-"
"Na-na-na-naaa! You are Racist! Racist! RACIIIIIIIST! AHAHAHAHAA!" The imp cackled like a madman, hopping up and down with a finger pointed at the one-eyed demoness, who was now fuming with anger.
"I! AM! NOT!" Vaggie growled in response, her face turning visibly red while noticeable veins were beginning to pop up on her forehead.
"Are too!" The unwanted guest jeered.
Just as this whole debacle could escalate any further, the sound of the front door clicking open ceased the argument between Vaggie and the imp, the latter of whom spun around to see another imp poking his head through the door. He was a much timider demon with short grey hair and his only form of clothing was a plain work shirt, a bright yellow necktie, and a pair of glasses with one of the lenses having a crack that formed along the glass exterior.
"Uh, hey Gunner?... I know we're doing the raid and all that but we are getting those hotel rooms right? I wanna make sure we're clear on that." The new imp asked in a shrill sounding voice.
"Steve, what in sam hill you doin'! Get the fuck back outside, I ain't give the damn signal yet!" Gunner screeched.
"I'm sorry but it's just so damn cold out there and I REALLY wanna know if we're getting those rooms or not..." Steve replied, stepping into the lobby as he nervously scratched at his own wrist. Gunner immediately dashed right over to his well-dress companion and yanked him forward by his necktie, resulting in both imp's banging their hands together with Gunner unfazed by the impact while Steve winced with pain.
"I dun' give a rat's ass if you're cold or not! We'll get the damn rooms when we get 'em! Now get 'cher ass back out there or I'm gonna put my foot so far up your ass that I'm gonna turn ya into a new pair 'o shoes!" Gunner barked, poking a pointy claw into Steve's torso.
"Um, HELLO!?" Vaggie shouted while Husk and Charlie stood back with wide-eyed expressions. A long pause took hold, Gunner now realizing that the jig was up all thanks to his associate. Gunner began to let out a growl of anger before grabbing Steve by the neck and began to viciously shake him back and forth.
"DAMMIT ALL STEVE, YOU DOG DICK! NOW LOOK WHATCHA DID! THESE FUCKIN' COMMIES HAVE FIGURES US OUT 'CUZ OF 'YER DUMB ASS!" Gunner shouted at the top of his lungs.
"I-I'm sorry man! I just want a place to sleep!" Steve said in his defense only to be thrown against the door by his disheveled accomplice.
"Aw, fuck it all! Big Barley, get your ass in here! Let's fuck these bitches up as we did back in Nam!" Gunner cried.
"Wait, but you weren't even born during Vie-" However, Steve's sentence was cut off when the door was busted right off of its hinges, sending him skidding across the floor before being crushed by the now-detached door. The culprit responsible for knocking the door off of its hinges came marching into a view, a towering goat-like demon in a pair of overalls, coated in dark matted hair. Clenched in the monster's paws was a large axe, the head of which was caked in dried blood and rust. The beast stood in the center of the lobby with its sights set on the three demons that stood before him while Gunner let out a witch-like cackle before taking his sunglasses off, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes that starred off into different directions.
"Alrighty, Big Barley. Let's fuck these bitches up!" Vaggie to ready her harpoon while Husk quickly smashed an empty bottle of whisky and Charlie's hands lit up in flames. All three glared back at the intruders, knowing full well that there were going to be in for one helluva fight.
"Okay, if you two are here to cause trouble then we won't hesitate to attack!" Charlie warned, her eyes turning red while a set of horns began to take form on her head. Unfortunately, this wouldn't be enough to scare off the invaders, as Gunner merely let out another sickly chuckle.
"Hehehe... What? Do you think we're the only guys here?! BARLEY, SOUND THE ALARM!" The imp ordered. In response, the goat-like beast raised his axe into the air and unleashed an animalistic scream that nearly deafened the surrounding demons. As Barley howled like the monster that he is, a humongous infestation of imps, most of which were armed to teeth, flooded the lobby with all of them charging directly towards the hotel staff similar to a moving stampede of Wildebeests. Acting on pure instinct, Charlie was the first to attack as she stepped forward and shot a large torrent of flames into the direction of the oncoming horde. A large handful of demons were incinerated almost immediately as Gunner and Big Barley leaped to opposite sides along with more raiders that came rushing behind their leaders.
Big Barley advanced towards Vaggie and swung his axe, hoping to decapitate his enemy. Vaggie was far more nimble compared to the hulking demon as she easily ducked underneath the attack, the axe's blade not even flicking a hair off of her head. Growling with contempt, Big Barley continued his assault with a plethora of axe swings that were easily avoided by the one-eyed demon. His anger now reaching a boiling point from all the missed swings, the goat demon raised his axe over his head and brought it down as hard as he could. forcing his smaller target to sway out of the axe's reach. The moment the axe head connected with the floor, the blade got stuck against the wooden floorboards as the goat demon began to desperately pull his axe out of the ground. Vaggie saw this as a perfect opportunity to attack as she then hopped right onto the axe's handle, springing herself up to greater heights before the goat could try to snatch her. Vaggie spun around and jabbed her harpoon straight into Big Barley's back, making the beast roar out in pain as he tried to grab the spear embedded in his back. The beast stared wildly running in circles, accidentally trampling over his own men in the process.
Vaggie held onto the harpoon for dear life while her animalistic opponent thrashed and jerked around in the similar vein of a mechanical bull ride. Just then, the Hispanic demoness leaped off of the goat's back with her hands still clutching the shaft of her harpoon, and with a tremendous display of strength, she hoisted the bulky demon right into the air before flinging Big Barley across the room. The goat demon bulldozed through a crowd of goons before crashing right into a small pillar with a flower pot perched on top of it, the vase falling directly onto Big Barley's head which further dazed the beast.
On the other side of the spectrum, Gunner and Husk raced towards each other, the former of which drew out a rusty knife that was aiming for the cat's chest. Husk readied his shattered beer bottle as the two began to swing at each other, passing and weaving around each other's attacks. This combative dace came to an abrupt end as Gunner lunged forward and swung his knife across Husk's shoulder in a diagonal motion, resulting in a gash opening up on the cat demon's body that spanned from his shoulder down to his chest. Husk gritted his teeth in pain while his disheveled adversary flung himself at the winged demon in hopes of landing another nasty cut on his body.
Husk, however, spread his wings out took the air, easily avoiding the tip of the imp's knife as hovered above his disheveled attacker. Gunner sprung himself upwards in hopes of cutting into the winged-demon but Husk easily outmaneuvered him as the imp crashed right onto the ground. Gunner scrambled back up, and in a fit of rage, reeled his blade back and hurled it at the flying cat. The knife raced through the air at high speeds as Husk narrowly threw himself to the side with the tip of the knife just Barley scathing his cheek. The knife proceeded to pierce into the ceiling above, the tip of the blade stabbing right into the wood.
"Nice try, asshole!" Husk yelled before hurling his broken bottle, directly striking Gunner in the face. The bottle exploded into shards of razor-sharp glass that pierced into Gunner's face and eyes as the imp cried out with pain, grabbing at his now-bleeding face while his red cap flew right off of his head.
"AW FUCK! SHIT! FUCK! THAT FYIN' FUCKER GOT ME! NAM FLASHBACK, NAM FLASHBACK!" Gunner cried, writhing around on the ground with pain.
"GOD FUCKIN' DAMMIT! COME ON BOYS, AVENGE YOUR FELLOW SOLDIER!" Gunner barked as his fellow imps drew out firearms of their own, all of which were pointed at the flying demon. Husk immediately started to move as a hail of gunfire was blasted into his direction, bullets instead blowing large holes through the ceiling. The winged-demon soared across the room, narrowly evading gunfire from left to right until one bullet managed to scathe him in the arm. Husk let out a pained grunt, his body crashing onto the ground. A crowd of raiders gathered around the downed cat demon and prepared to gun him down, their fingers wrapped around the trigger. But just as it seemed that it was curtains for Husk, a large hole was blown right through the back of an imp's skull as its body immediately fell onto the floor.
This sudden event alerted the group of imps before they too had their brains blown right out of their heads by an unseen force, speckles of blood and bits of brain matter flew onto Husk's face, making him wince in disgust. The bodies of the goons dropped onto the floor, standing behind their corpses was Angel with a pistol in his left hand, a barely visible trail of smoke gently blowing out of the gun's barrel.
"Hey, nobody touches MY Huskykins. His fluffy ass is mine and ONLY mine!" Angel shouted, promptly gunning down another charging horde of lackeys, who were planning to attack the two demons with their guard down, with a Tommy gun in his right hand.
"Was that really fuckin' necessary?..." Husk grumbled, wiping off the blood that had gotten onto his face while Angel walked up to him and extended one of his arms out.
"Hey, don't give me that kind of attitude! You should be really thankful that I saved your life, buster..." Angel said, helping the winged demon get back up on his feet before handing him the pistol. Husk took the gun out of Angel's hands and began to fire into the mass of thugs. Just then, an ear-piercing barbaric scream filled the air as two cocked their heads to see Big Barley sprinting at them, preparing to send them crashing through the walls with a headbutt.
"HEADS UP!" Angel yelped, as both he and Husk threw themselves back to avoid being rammed by the horns of the oncoming goat demon. Realizing that he missed his intended targets, Big Barley spun around and charged at the two once more. Angel took aim and fired his Tommy gun at the moving beast, but much to the spider demon's surprise, bullets ricocheted off of the muscular frame of the charging beast. The juggernaut powered through bullets as if they were nothing, forcing Angel to side-step Big Barley for a second time. However, rather than letting the past repeat itself three times in a row, Angel stuck his foot out and tripped Big Barley as the larger demon fell face-first onto the floor with an audible 'THUNK'.
Amongst the ever-growing chaos, Alastor stepped into the room with a mixing bowl tucked in his arms as he gently stirred an unknown mixture with a whisk. Not knowing that he had set foot into one giant warzone.
"Greetings everyone! I'm just coming in to see what's causing all this racke-" Alastor's eyes opened wide upon seeing the chaos unfurl before him. In no less than a second, The bloodied body of an imp was thrown by his feet.
"I see you're all busy right now. I'll leave you all to your own affairs!" Alastor said, backing out of the room and back into the kitchen.
On the side of the spectrum, Charlie was currently fending off mobs of unrelenting goons, hosing them down with jets of fire that reduced them to charred skeletons. Unbeknownst to the hotel owner, for one imp was sneaking up from behind with a hammer tightly clenched in his hands. The mischievous lackey leaped forward and raised the hammer in the air, hoping to bash the unsuspecting demoness's brains in, only to then suddenly feel a sharp pain that kept him in mid-air. Looking down, the imp's eyes widened with horror as he was met with a harpoon protruding right out of his chest before being unapologetically thrown against a wall, splattering upon impact. Upon hearing the Imp's pained shrieks, Charlie cocked her head to see Vaggie by her side with the tip of her harpoon glazed with blood.
"Charlie, You remember what we practiced?" Vaggie asked, slightly smirking.
"Remember? Please, I remember it off the back of my hand!" Charlie said with a toothy grin before her the palms began to emit a bright orange glow as a large red pitchfork started to materialize from her hands. With her newly-found fork in hand, Hell's Princess jabbed it straight into the ground and leaped right onto the end of the shaft, balancing herself with only one leg while she spread both her arms out.
"LITTLE TEAPOT FORMATION!" She shouted as her girlfriend quickly jumped onto her shoulders with her spear clenched in her hands. The crowd of Imps was beginning to close in on the two at an alarming rate but the tables would turn on them in mere seconds as streams of fire began to spray out of Charlie's palms, igniting the crowd in the process. The horde of thugs screeched as most of them tried to scramble out of the flames while others were unlikely to be caught in the inferno. Charlie gracefully spun around in circles, creating a small cyclone of flames that ignited anyone in its wake. the Hispanic demon lowered the tip of her harpoon just enough for Charlie's flames to heat up the blade. The Hotel Owner ceased her attack as she then catapulted Vaggie high into the air.
With her harpoon blade now glowing a bright red, Vaggie threw herself into the sea of imps at an incredible rate of speed. With all the momentum she had built up from her fall, the moment she struck into the crowd, the impact sent anyone who was unlucky enough to be in the spear's reach flying into the air. The spearwoman immediately began a relentless assault against the oncoming crowd of imps, slicing apart an approaching imp with her heated spear as it generated a disgusting sizzle noise upon cutting into the flesh. Charlie landed back onto the ground and proceeded to yank her pitchfork out of the floor, twirling it in a circular motion. Hell's Princess started to hack apart any approaching thugs, all while scorching them with volleys of flames. But just as she could continue her attack, Charlie suddenly found herself knocked back by a powerful force as she tumbled across the floor.
The Hotel Owner jerked her head up to see Big Barley standing before her, reunited with his axe as the behemoth attempted to chop Hell's Princess in half. Charlie rolled right out of the axe's trajectory, narrowly avoiding the blade as she launched a flaming projectile at the goat demon. The axe-weilding behemoth merely dispersed through the flames with another swing of his weapon while Vaggie attempted to assist Charlie but due to the seemingly unending wave of raiders that just kept on piling up, she was unable to help her girlfriend.
"Fuck, there's way too many of them!" Vaggie shouted, continuously tearing her way through demon after demon with her harpoon while her energy was gradually depleting by the seconds. Charlie was fairing no differently as she was now faced off against Big Barley, who had retrieved his axe. The two had entered into an intense clash with Charlie's fork and Barley's axe and while Charlie may be more graceful in her movement, her adversary was far more aggressive in his attacks.
Angel and Husk were also starting to fall behind, the former's arm wound now starting to take his toll as he barely managed to fend off a couple of approaching lackeys but ultimately find himself cornered. Angel continued blasting the mob of unrelenting goons before both his Tommy Guns inevitably ran out of bullets.
"Dammit! I'm outta ammo!" Angel growled with frustration, throwing his now empty firearms to the side before drawing out a switchblade. He, as we as Husk, were backed up against a wall, surrounded by swarms of thugs, all of which baring crooked smiles. Vaggie was still fending off as many goons as she could before felt a laceration open up on her calf, making the Hispanic demon scream for one imp was able to stab her in the back of the leg. To make matters worse, she was suddenly struck in the chest by Gunner, whose face was now covered in cuts and small shards of glass.
"Y'all fucked now, commies! This is what happens when you fuck with pure raw 'muricans, baby!" Gunner said with a raspy chuckle, pinning Vaggie to the ground by stepping on her chest. The deranged imp proceeded to draw out a shotgun that was aimed at the one-eyed demon's head.
"VAGGIE!" Charlie cried as she tried to make rescue her girlfriend, only to be knocked to the ground by a shoulder check from Big Barley. The barbaric goat proceeded to bring down its axe, only to be stopped in mid-air by the hotel owner's pitchfork. Charlie was, unfortunately, unable to hold for much longer as the large demon was beginning to overpower her.
"Alrighty boys, let's kiss these commie pigs goodnight!" The deranged imp said with a psychotic chuckle, his finger seconds away from blowing the trigger. Gunner squeezed the trigger of his shotgun, ready to hear the satisfying blast along with the disgusting squelching sounds of Vaggie's head exploding...
But nothing came. Instead, the cracking of metal rang throughout the room.
Gunner's look of sadistic glee turned to panicked confusion as the barrel of his gun was snapped right off by an unseen force. Vaggie was also taken by surprise by this as well before the sound of Big Barley screaming in pain filled the room. Gunner turned to his bigger accomplice, who had let go of his axe and began to clutch at his right shoulder. Embedded in the goat's arm was a stalagmite, the tip of the jagged rock puncturing deep into the giant's flesh. Matters only got worse for the invaders as the goons surrounding Angel and Husk were skewered from large stalagmites that shot right out from the ground. The rest of Chugg's men all gasped with horror before more stalagmites began to shoot out of the ground, forcing them to move to the center of the room.
"A-AW FUCK! IT'S AN AMBUSH! I REPEAT, IT'S AM-" Gunner was knocked to the floor with a punch to the face from Vaggie, as she, along with the other hotel residents, quickly grouped together in order to tend to each other's wounds.
As the crowd began to back away with fear, a loud stomping noise shook the walls along with a low guttural snarl that generated more fear from the crowds. All of which began to whimper and cry out of pure cowardice fear, even Big Barley was starting to shiver with fright. However, from the doorway that was connected into the lobby, the culprit responsible for this sudden ambush began to emerge from the darkness. Gunner, Big Barley, and the rest of the imps all watched with horror as the behemoth stepped into view, his fists tightly clenched while a glare of pure rage gazed into their very souls.
Oogar, after hearing all the carnage that had unfolded from rooms away, had finally decided to check out what was causing all this noise.
And what he saw infuriated him.
That same unyielding rage that had surged through him during his fight against Chugg returned but to an even greater level.
"You...break...home..." Oogar snarled like a beast, taking another ground-shaking step. "Oogar... BREAK YOU!"
"H-hey...Y-YOU'RE HIM! YOU'RE THAT ASSHOLE WHO WENT HAM ON OUR BOSS, AREN'T YA! NEW PLAN BOYS, THIS HERE IS OUR NEW TARGET! ALL THESE COMMIE SLUTS CAN WAIT!" Gunner declared although a handful of troops were beginning to have second thoughts.
"Y-you sure about this man, this fucker's huge!" One imp interjected.
"Gonna have to agree, even I don't think the pay will be worth it..." Another one fearfully spoke out.
"I'm wearing white shorts right and honestly... I should've thought twice." A third imp whimpered.
"QUIT YOUR FUCKIN' YAPPIN! WE'RE SOLDIERS, WE 'DUN QUESTION ORDERS, WE ACT! AND WHAT I WANT US TO DO IS TO TRUN THAT BIG OL' ROIDFREAK INTO A FUR COAT! NOW SHUT UP AND LET'S FUCK 'EM UP!" The disheveled imp cried, raising what remained of his shotgun into the air before rushing at his bigger target with Big Barley and his army following suit.
Just as the caveman could advance any further, he stopped and turned to look at Charlie as his hateful glare transforming into a neutral expression. The Hotel Owner stared at Oogar with a look of worry before looking over to the large swarm of invaders and back to the caveman. Her fearful expression turned to that of a hard look of determination as she then nodded her head at the behemoth as if to say...
"Show them what you're made of."
This prompted Oogar to unleash a bellowing roar that shook the hotel to the very core, awaiting the charging crowd of goons with open arms. The moment they got up close, Oogar swung his fists right into their direction sending a large handful of them flying across the room within moments. One imp leaped forward and prepared to stab the caveman in the shoulder but before he could plunge the knife into his body, Oogar reeled back his fist and with one haymaker, the imp's face caved in. Its eyeballs exploding right out of the back of his head, the now-disfigured body of the imp crashing onto the ground as it splattered upon impact. A few other goons raced towards Oogar, but these fools were essentially running straight to their deaths as the giant brought his fist down right onto their heads, crushing their bodies like soda cans.
Another imp attempted to attack Oogar from behind but the caveman immediately snatched him by the head, proceeded to lift the small demon's body as it wriggled and squirmed in an attempt to escape the behemoth's clutches. Oogar grabbed onto the imp's lower half and began to viciously twist its body, generating a sickening crackling noise before finally, he successfully tore the imp in half. Blood and viscera leaked onto the ground as Oogar swatted away more approaching imps with the two halves of their fellow soldier.
Just then, Oogar felt something strike his body that forced him to drop the two halves of the carcass as he spun around to see an imp with a rifle in his hands and a horrified look on his face, who quickly hid the gun behind his back to avoid being crushed by the hulking beast. Sadly for him, the behemoth had his eyes primarily locked on him as he then stomped on the ground which prompted a large stone spire to protrude out of the ground. Placing his hands onto the rock pillar, Oogar tore it right out of the ground and hoisted it right over his head while his target dropped his rifle and stood back, overtaken by fear. Oogar swung the spire in a downward motion, crushing the thug into little more than a bloody silhouette. Letting out another primal roar, Oogar launched the rocky spire straight into the crowd resulting in more imps being reduced into a fine red paste. Watching his men being reduced to bloody mush from the caveman's hands as he quickly rounded a small troop of gun-totting imps.
"FIRING SQUAD, AIM!" Gunner ordered as the gunmen took position and aimed their guns at the behemoth.
"AAAAAAND FIREEEEEE!" Streams of hot lead were fired into the caveman's direction as he quickly shielded himself using the stone spire as a makeshift barrier. The bullets pelted against the stone exterior as the giant began to advance towards the squad of gunmen, still holding tightly onto the rock pillar. As the bullets continued to fire against his shield, Oogar created a stone that was big enough to fit in the palm of his hands as he reeled his hand back his hand, and with one good pitch, he hurled the stone right into one of the raider's skull and came shooting from the back. The rock tore a sizeable hole through the thug's skull, dropping dead almost immediately but his fellow troopers continued firing without a second thought. Acting fast, Oogar created another hand-sized rock and crushed it into smaller fragments. Without a moment of hesitation, Oogar launched the shards of rocks into the remaining platoon, the flying shrapnel tearing through the gunmen as they dropped their weapons and keeled onto the floor. Witnessing this with a wide-eyed grimace, Gunner turned to Big Barley, who was still trying to get the sharp piece of rock out of his shoulder.
"Oh, for the love of... BIG Barley, QUIT FIDDLIN' AND GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!" Gunner screeched. Big Barley managed to get the stalagmite out of his shoulder as he threw it to the side and made a mad dash towards the behemoth. Oogar caught wind of the goat demon running after him as he too charged at the approaching beast. The two behemoths met head-on with Big Barley attempting to ram Oogar with his horns only to be held in place by the caveman, who grabbed onto both the goat's horns as tight as he could. Big Barley tried his best to fight through the caveman's hold, but no matter how hard he pushed, Oogar was unable to budge. Big Barley soon felt his body being lifted off the ground before feeling his spine shatter against the behemoth's shoulders with a loud 'CRACK'.
Big Barley forced out a deafening screech of pain that made his comrades soil themselves, watching as Big Barley was tossed into the air before being catapulted out of the hotel with one massive punch that sent the massive goat soaring through the opening. Realizing just how outclassed he and his men were, Gunner figured that the next logical thing to do was to run like hell and save their own skins.
"You know what, I think I shoulda listened to y'all... RETREAT!" Gunner cried as he along with the rest of the surviving imps started to flee the scene. Oogar chased after the retreating army, smashing his way through thug after thug with his arms and fists now caked with blood. The army of goons bolted over to a couple of jeeps that was parked right outside the hotel. Crowds of fleeing imps all scrambled to their own vehicles, pushing and shoving each other out of the way just to save their own skins. Oogar would soon find himself standing outside the hotel, watching Chugg's pathetic minions try to desperately escape as he let out a low snarl before clasping his hands together and slamming them onto the pavement. What soon followed were several large rocky spires that rose out of the ground, right underneath the vehicles. While some were lucky enough to drive away from the danger, others were not as the sudden impact of the pillars striking the underside of the jeeps caused them to flip onto roofs.
Many imps were crushed as a result but some had managed to survive the whole ordeal, albeit with their bones turned to dust. Oogar, however, wasn't just finished there, as the giant spread his arms outwards before clapping them together as hard as he could. The powerful clap generated a powerful shockwave that rang throughout the area while the large towers of rock were starting to topple over, landing directly onto the totaled jeeps and any remaining goons as well as other getaway jeeps that were trying to escape the caveman's wrath. A few other vehicles were set off course and either crashed into the fallen pillars or flipped onto their sides but lucky jeep, driven by Gunner, was able to evade the danger as the driver quickly pulled by the unconscious body of Big Barley and repeatedly honked the horn.
"C'MON, BIG Barley! WE GETTIN' THE FUCK OUTTA HERE! " Gunner screeched, the towering goat demon waking up from the sound of the imp screaming his head off at him. Big Barley immediately climbed into the jeep as Gunner floored it as hard he could, the car sped off while Oogar hurled large rocks from afar. Gunner miraculously managed to weave around the boulders, the car speeding further and further down the road before it finally escaped the caveman's range.
Oogar watched as the jeep's taillights disappeared off into the city before surveying the area, the corpses of imps, scrap metal, and enormous chunks of rock scattered throughout the scene. Taking in several breaths of frigid air, Oogar unleashed a victorious roar that both Heaven and Hell to hear. The roar wasn't just done out of victory, but it was also a message that Oogar wanted to make as clear as possible.
No one tarnishes his new home and leaves without punishment.
Returning to the Hotel Residents, Husk was currently having his wounds being tended to by Charlie and Angel while Vaggie bandaged herself up. After the chaotic brawl, there was a lot to take in right now and they needed plenty of time to ponder over what had just transpired. However, before the group could have a moment to recuperate, a faint shuffling caught the attention of every single one of them as they turned their heads over to the center of the room where the door laid flat on the ground. It didn't take long for Steve to slowly lift and push the door off of him as he let out a pained sigh.
"Ugh... This is just great. My favorite outfit is ruined, my glasses are now completely broken, and I think that door just crushed my spine. Good god, can this day get anymore... w-w-worse?..." Steve said, slowly taking notice of his surroundings. Corpses of his fellow workers littering the floor, the walls that were painted red, and most notably, a group of pissed demons that all had their sights set on him. The timid imp was now visibly shaking, chattering his teeth with fear as he slowly backed away from the hotel residents.
"Heheh... no need to worry about me me, I'll be out of hair! I promise..." Steve said with a fearful chuckle, continuing to advance his way to the exit. But as he got closer to the exit, he felt his back brush up against something large and hairy. Turning around, Steve was met with a towering mammoth of a demon whose arms were covered in blood and a face that sported an enraged scowl. Upon laying eyes on the demon that glared down at him, Steve summed up his feeling with one simple two-worded phrase.
"Oh shit."