The Hazbin Hotel

Having gotten out of the shower and dried himself off, Angel Dust made his way down the hotel hallways dressed in a pink bathrobe and a towel wrapped on his head while whistling a tune to himself aloud. The spider demon made it to the kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling out a milkshake that he had saved last night. Angel closed the refrigerator door and pulled himself a chair, taking a seat and sipping up his leftover beverage.

Charlie and Vaggie were the second to enter the kitchen though they looked a lot more disheveled than Angel, appearance-wise. Their hair looked ragged and messy while their bags laid beneath their eyes, it was blatantly clear that the two demonesses had just gotten out of bed. Angel glanced over to both hotel owners, removing his lips from the straw before letting out a small chuckle.

"Jeez, I don't even wanna know what kinky shit you two got into if both of you look like that!" Angel snickered.

"Shut up..." Vaggie growled in response, marching on over to the coffee maker to help herself and her lover to a cup of joe.

"Okay, what crawled up both your assess and died? Just so you know, I was being as quiet as a church mouse." The pornstar said before taking another sip from his milkshake.

"And just what were you doing?..." Vaggie inquired while Angel glanced to the side.

"Oh, nothing..." He quietly muttered.

"Well, Oogar woke us up in the middle of the night. He had a terrible nightmare, saying that the cold was coming to get him. It was then that we decided to let him sleep with us. Not only that but, Vaggie and I came to the unfortunate discovery that Oogar sheds in his sleep." As soon as Charlie finished that sentence, she coughed out a few hairs while Angel jumped back in disgust.

"I mean, that could be easily be solved by hiring a groomer. The whole nightmare thingy, however... I dunno, therapy." The spider demon said with a shrug.

"Maybe I could talk to him about it. Although, Oogar had mainly struggled to open up about his past before." Charlie said while Vaggie came to the table with two cups of coffee, handing one of them to Just then, Husk came into the room with a few envelopes in one hand and a box tucked in his other arm.

"Heads up everyone, mail's here," Husk announced, proceeding to make his way towards Angel and handing him the box, which took up a phallic shape.

"This one is for you. Y'know, for obvious reasons." The winged demon said while Angel grumbled with annoyance.

"Tch. Discrete packaging my ass..." Angel mumbled under his breath while Husk handed the envelopes to Charlie and Vaggie.

"And these for you two." The feline demon said before exiting the kitchen. Vaggie took a quick sip of her coffee before examining the envelopes that were given to her.

"Fuck, I'm pretty sure it's the bills." The Hispanic demoness silently cursed to herself aloud before opening one of them. Unfortunately, her intuition proved correct as she angrily banged a fist on the table.

"DAMMIT! Of course, it is..." Vaggie growled.

"Hey, hey. Let's not worry about it too much, why don't we split it?" Charlie proposed.

"No, no. That's okay, I can cover it myself." Her girlfriend responded almost immediately, the hotel owner raising her eyebrows in surprise.

"A-are you sure, Vaggie?..." Charlie asked.

"Of course, hon. You go ahead and enjoy your coffee, I'll go and take care of this." The Hispanic demoness said, taking the bills and her mug of coffee before leaving the room. Watching her girlfriend exit the kitchen, Charlie let out a sigh before looking back to her coffee. Just then, the hotel owner heard a pair of heavy footsteps tread towards the kitchen entrance as she lifted her head and turned her head to the kitchen doorway to see Oogar stepping into view.

"Oh, morning Oogar!" She greeted to which the caveman nodded his head in response before making his way over to one of the cupboards. After a good minute of rummaging, Oogar pulled out a frying pan and placed it on the stove. Charlie glanced to the side before letting out a quiet side, shifting her eyes over to Angel.

"Say, Angel, is it okay if I tell you something?" Hell's Princess asked the spider demon, who had finished his milkshake and carelessly tossed the plastic cup over his shoulder.

"Depends, Charlie... Will I actually care?" Angel replied, placing both of his slender legs on the table while proceeding to put the upper-set of his arms behind the back of his head.

"Well, Vaggie has been acting pretty strange for the past two months. Whenever bills come into the mail, she immediately insists that she pays them without the need to split them. Not only that but she sometimes leaves very late at night and comes back hours later with scars and bruises..." Charlie said, clear worry in her voice.

"She keeps telling me she's just going to the gym though I don't think I've heard of a gym opening this late at night. At least, around these parts of the city." She continued while Angel raised a brow and shrugged.

"Eh, the streets are dangerous, 'specially at night. I remember one time. Molly and I were coming back home from a local gin joint when some creep started bothering us. He looks all raggedy and old and was begging us for change and money, so Molls and I knew this guy was some lousy perverted moocher so we beat the hell outta him and chucked his body in the drink." Angel said, filing his nails while Charlie gave the spider demon a questioning look mainly because of his story.

"Err, okay?... Well, the thing is that I'm just worried for Vaggie is all. Every since Chugg attacked the hotel, I just can't help but worry for her every time she leaves at night." said the hotel owner before taking a sip from her coffee.

"Hey, no need to worry about her. I've seen Vagz fight before and I'm willing to admit she's pretty fuckin' tough. She's like a deadly combination of femme and butch, elegant yet brutal." Angel replied.

"That's... one way to put it. I suppose?" Charlie said, finishing her coffee. She looked over to Oogar, who was currently panfrying some bacon and sausage for himself. The Hotel Owner remembered what had occurred last night as she nervously tapped the rim of her mug before looking up to face the Mammoth Demon.

"Hey, Oogar? About last night...?" Charlie said, the caveman cocking his head to the hotel owner.

"Do you want to talk about it? You don't have to but just want to let you know that I'm more than willing to hear from you." Charlie assured while Oogar tugged on his beard for a moment.

"Err... Oogar not sure..." He replied before moving over to the refrigerator, opening the door, and pulling out a carton of eggs.

"Okay, that's perfectly fine. Whenever you're ready, feel free to talk to me." Charlie said, getting off from her seat to put her mug in the dishwasher.

"Also just wanted to let you know that Niffty will be teaching you how to work the washing machine and dryer. Not only that but you and I will have some vocabulary lessons later tonight since I feel like we could improve your speech a little more. Figured that might be something you could be interested in!" The hotel owner continued.

"Oooh! Oogar like to know how the cleany boxes work!" Oogar exclaimed, accidentally cracking an egg he currently had in his hand as its yolk leaked through his fingers out of excitement. The mammoth demon slowly looked down at his hand to see the vitellus seeping from his hands.

"Oops..." The caveman ushered while Charlie gave a glance at Oogar's hand.

"...Let me get that for you." Charlie said, quickly grabbing some paper towels to help wipe the eggshells and yolk Oogar's palm. While cleaning his hand, Oogar overheard Charlie's conversation with Angel with the same growing feeling of concern as his caretaker.

"Charlie? Is Vaggie okay?" Oogar asked the hotel owner.

"Oh, well... You don't have to worry about her, Oogar. I am very confident in saying that Vaggie can fight for herself. Though the problem is that sometimes she disregards help. Not to say that she doesn't want any help but she tends to go about handling things on her own." The hotel owner explained, throwing away the paper towel.

"But... Do you think Vaggie can fight by herself?..." Oogar continued to ask, going over to the sink to wash his hands.

"Of course she can, Oogar. After all, you did see her fight alongside you right? She is capable of helping herself and there is no question about it. But I just want her to know that she's doesn't always have to fight all alone, that I would be there to stand by her side. Though, if Vaggie is content with all that then... I guess I'll just keep it that way." Charlie finished with a sigh.

"W-well... Oogar help her! Make her not alone! Fight the evil bills too!" Oogar declared while Charlie couldn't help but smile at the caveman's proclamation.

"Oogar, you're too pure for your own good." The hotel owner chuckled before giving the behemoth a warm hug. The caveman was surprised by the sudden hug and returned the favor with an embrace of his own, at least one that didn't shatter Charlie's spine like glass. As the two shared their hug, Niffty came into the kitchen.

"Heya, Oogar! You ready for our lesson?" Niffty excitedly asked.

"Oh, Oogar coming!" The caveman said, breaking away from the hug as he proceeded to follow Niffty to the laundry room.

"See you later Oogar, remember we got a lesson tonight!" Charlie reminded the mammoth demon before he left the room. As he made his way down the corridor with Niffty, however, Oogar couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of concern for Vaggie lingering on inside him.

The Hotel Laundry Room...

Niffty hummed to herself aloud, opening the dryer and taking out a fresh load of towels and bedsheets from the door hatch before placing them into a basket. Standing beside her, Oogar watched with much enthusiasm with a notepad and pencil held in his hands. Niffty carried the hamper over to a nearby bench that sat by the side of the room, placing it on the seat before dusting her hands.

"And that's how you do the laundry!" Niffty declared while Oogar immediately began to jot down notes when in truth he was simply drawing random scribbles on the yellow piece of paper.

"Alright, that's all there is to it. Any questions?" Niffy asked with a smile.

"Does this 'wah-shing-mah-sheen' have magic?" Oogar inquired.

"Nope, but it sure feels like!" Niffty answered while the caveman promptly turned his attention back to his 'notes' and scribbled on the paper.

"No... Magic...But feel like it..." The caveman quietly said to himself.

"Oh shoot! I just remembered that I forgot to take a shower this morning. Oh well, no shame in multitasking!" Niffty said, dashing out of the room and zipping right back, now dressed in a raspberry bathrobe and shower cap.

"Oogar, think you can put the detergent in for me?" The cyclopean demon requested while the behemoth opened the compartment drawer and poured in a reasonable amount of detergent into it.

"Thanks, big guy!" Niffty said, leaping right into the washing machine.

"Do you want Oogar to pour bleach?" The caveman asked.

"No need. It has a funky smell and I heard it ruins hair too." Niffty replied, putting on a large goggle that was big enough to cover her whole eye before shutting the door hatch.

"Okay, set it to speed wash! See you around, Oogar!" The cleaning lady said while Oogar set the laundry to Niffty's preferred setting, proceeding to press the start button. The washer hummed to life, the spin cycle starting while a high pitched 'WHEEEEEEEEE' came from Niffty. Oogar exited the laundry room with nothing else to do and casually strolled down the halls in search of something to occupy himself with until his lesson with Charlie.

"Haha! Oh, this is gonna fuckin' great!" Angel's voice suddenly blared out from one of the rooms far down the hall. Oogar quickly followed the spider demon's voice and peered into the door to see him watching the TV with a look of enthusiasm while a big bowl of popcorn rested on his lap

"Oh, heya Oogs! Have a seat, the show's about to start." Angel said, scooting down the couch to give the caveman a seat. Oogar made his way over to the sofa and sat down next to the pornstar, the weight of his body dropping onto the cushion causing Angel to bounce up a little with the popcorn flying out from the bowl.

"What Angel watching?" Oogar asked.

"Oh, just this professional wrestling show that's been goin' on for quite a while. Normally, I'm not too fond of this kinda stuff since it's all just a bunch o' phony-baloney bullshit topped with fuckin' atrocious acting. But this... This is the real deal!" Angel exclaimed while Oogar tilted his head in confusion.

"Wres...sel...ing?" The caveman said with confusion.

"Remember when you fought that red shitbag in that big ass arena with naked imps on bikes? It's pretty much that. The best part about this whole thing is that there are no rules when it comes fightin'. Because of that people can cheat in any way they see fit! Sneakin' weapons, drugs, magical portals, all that good stuff! I wasn't able to watch last night's episode since I was off at work but I managed to record it while I was away." Angel said before turning his eyes back to the screen.

"Welp, enough preamble. Time to watch some idiots wreck each other's shit!" Angel said, prompting Oogar to tune in as well.

The blaring sound of hard metal blared through the TV's speakers while footage of masked wrestlers duking out was depicted on the screen along with various showcases of wrestlers getting injured whether from getting their limbs broken, stabbed, or having their arm amputated by a chainsaw. After a minute or two of chaotic stock footage, the screen transitions to two odd-looking demons sitting in an announcer booth.

One was a slim red demon dressed in a black and acid green spandex suit with a red cape and black handlebar mustache. The other demon was much shorter compared to his partner with a spherical body with a black and mint-green get-up with a bowler hat and a bushy light gray mustache along with a big grin that housed teeth that resembled piano keys. Based on appearance alone, both these demons looked like they were ripped straight out of a cheesy Saturday morning cartoon from the '90s.

"Good evening, denizens of hell!~" The lankier demon exclaimed in a shrill voice. "Welcome to another brilliant showcase of Loopty and Lipton's Masked Wrestling Entertainment! I'm Loopty Goopty!~"

"And I am Lyle Lipton!" The shorter demon said.

"And we've got quite a rousing douse of barbaric warriors duking it out for only one thing..." Loopty said, striking a dramatic pose.

"The honor and tradition of masked wrestling?" Lipton asked his business partner.

"NOPE, FUCK THAT! THEY'RE IN IT FOR THE MONEY!~" The red demon shouted as both maniacal moguls laughing like hyenas. Lipton let out a sigh, whipping a tear from his eye before turning his head back to the screen.

"Now, you all might be wondering why a pair of diabolical, rich, and devilishly handsome mad geniuses such as ourselves are doing all of this? Well, it's a simple answer, fair viewer... It's so we can watch poor people kill each other!... Oh, and more money for us as well." Lipton said with excitement.

"That's right! And tonight's match-up will surely satisfy all your violent craving needs! And remember, tomorrow night will be the grand tournament, which I assure all will have twice the violence and double the bloodshed! But enough of this pestering prattle, ONTO THE ARENA!" Loopty declared before the scene transitioned to a wrestling ring that was surrounded by a cheering audience. Standing in the ring's center was a lanky imp with short white hair, long curved horns, and a curly mustache dressed in carny-like attire with a cane in one hand and a microphone in the other.

"I SAY! I SAY! GOOD EVENING FOLKS! It's Wally Wackford here and tonight, we got some beastly skirmishes on the way! So why don't we get the carnage started already, WHATTYA SAY! I SAY!" The imp announced into the microphone as the crowd roared with bloody thirsty excitement.

"THEN LET'S HOP TO IT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" Wackford exclaimed before directing his cane over to the entrance ramp for tonight's combatants to come walking down to the ring.

"Hailing from Imp City, he's a rascally rodent with fighting skill that's just as trash as his spirit animal! Ladies and gentlemen, THE AWESOME POSSUM!" Wally introduced as a short imp came awkwardly rushing down the entrance ramp. His costume consisted of a pair of red and navy blue spandex pants and a mask that bore rodent-like features while two black and white horns jutted from the top of the mask's head. As the masked imp ran down the entranceway, the crowd booed him with a few even throwing empty beer cans and yelling obscenities at him.

"Aw yes, everyone's favorite little fodder rodent! Who do you think is gonna pulverize him tonight, Loopty?" Lipton asked his business partner.

"It's anyone's guess! Though, I wonder why he looks so familiar. Maybe if he crushed beneath something heavy then I could have an easier time remembering." Loopty replied while the Awesome Possum grabbed onto the ropes and pulled himself onto the other side, accidentally flopping onto his face.

"Oh crumbs..." The small wrestler muttered with embarrassment before scrambling back onto his feet all while the audience laughed at his misfortune.

"Hehe! You sure you didn't get lost on your way to the circus, I could gladly point you to it!" Wally joked.

"Hey!" The masked imp shouted, the announcer merely ignoring before turning back to the entrance ramp.

"And for his challenger! She's got grace and elegance but don't let that fool you! She also has the strength to knock all your teeth out with one kick and her name? LA POLILLIA!" Wally announced while the crowd exploded into a choir of booming cheers. Angel let out a chuckle before wolfing down a handful of popcorn.

"Heh, might as well sign his will 'cuz he's fucked.." Angel said with a chuckle.

"What Angel mean?" Oogar asked with confusion.

"Oh, nothing. It's just that this guy is going up against the toughest bitch that this ring has to offer!" Angel exclaimed. Returning to the TV Screen, a gray-skinned demoness came into view before striking a dramatic pose while an explosion of pyrotechnics went off behind her. Her mask concealed her whole face with only a white ponytail protruding from the back of her head. The mask itself was adorned in various pink and white spiral-like markings with only one eyehole amongst the sea of patterns. She wore a grey and pink leotard, white knee-pads with a pink 'X' imprinted on them, and a cape bedecked with patterns similar to the wings of a moth.

Her whole appearance was mesmerizing though Oogar couldn't help but feel that there was something off-putting about this certain wrestler. He couldn't help but feel as though she looked familiar somehow, but he couldn't quite narrow it down. Oogar merely shrugged it off and continued viewing the program as El Polillia darted down the entrance ramp before springing high into the air, performing a flip mid-jump. She landed directly into the center of the ring before removing her cape, letting it go from her hands as it blew off into the crowd, a small fight breaking out between the audience members over who got to keep it as their own.

"Fighters turn to your corners!" The imp said as both wrestlers made their over to their own corner posts, facing each other from the opposite ends with the Awesome Possum fearfully gazing into the soulless glare of his opponent. The imp wrestler was starting to visibly shiver from fear, bitting his own tail as a means of calming himself down.

"READY AND..."

"Uh, excuse me...? Is there any way I can peacefully forfei-"

"FIGHT!"

As soon as that word escaped Wackford's lips, El Polillia made a beeline towards the Awesome Possum at high speeds as the imp let out a shrill screech of terror before diving out of the way. The female wrestler zipped past her smaller foe with her knee striking right into the corner post, her kneepads protecting her from the brunt of the missed attack. Seeing this as his chance to strike, the imp wrestler ran towards his taller foe and threw a hard punch right into her abdomen. The punch didn't seem to faze La Polilla as she turned to face the Awesome Possum, who struck at her with a second haymaker that was about as ineffective as the last strike. Realizing punching wasn't going to work, the imp switched tactics by tackling himself into the female wrestler, pushing against her body in hopes of bringing her down.

Sadly his efforts were fruitless as La Polilla didn't budge even, standing still as a statue but this didn't stop the Awesome Possum from trying to 'overpower' his adversary. The imp fell over onto his stomach during his attempt to tackle his challenger, panting as though he had run a marathon. The masked imp decided to change tactics yet again by quickly running from behind and latching onto the female wrestler's back. He then grabbed onto her shoulders and desperately pulled onto them in a second attempt to bring his taller foe to the ground.

"As expected, the Awesome Possum is doing jack shit La Polilla! My word, who could have foreseen this chain of events!" Loopty commented.

"Nobody, Loopty. Absolutely nobody..." Lipton replied with a chuckle.

Having grown tired of the Awesome Possum's antics, La Polilla grabbed the imp by the neck before hurling him straight into the ropes, causing them to stretch back. The rodent-themed wrestler was then shot forward once the ropes rebounded back to their original position, the imp being sent flying across the ring screaming the whole way. Upon reaching the middle of the ring, he was abruptly slammed into the hard floor by his opponent with a strong clothesline. The Awesome Possum let out a pained groan while his opponent quickly darted over to a nearby ring post and leaped onto it. She proceeded to turn to her downed foe before taking the sky, preparing to finish him off with a hard elbow drop.

The smaller demon set his gaze to the sky to see La Polilla descending at him with her elbow aimed for his chest. Just from the sight of it was enough to reinvigorate the imp as he scrambled to the side, avoiding the aerial attack from just a hair's length. La Polilla shook off the impact of the landing before lifting her hand and catching the oncoming fist of the Awesome Possum, who attempted to land a sucker punch on his adversary. La Polilla glared at her impish foe, his pupils shrinking while a fearful whimper escaped his lips.

"Err... I'm sorry?" The meek wrestler apologized, only to be lifted off the ground before being slammed right back into it with a back-breaking suplex. the Awesome Possum yipped with pain, writhing around on the floor while La Polilla brought him back up off of his feet and throw him right into the ring post that was faced diagonally across them. The female luchador cracked her neck before sprinting towards her rodent-themed adversary. The imp noticed La Polilla charging at him before frantically rummaging through his pockets.

"Awwwww, It looks like this little rat brought himself a weapon!~" Lipton commented with a laugh.

"How adorably, he's learning!" Loopty mockingly giggled. The imp drew forth a sniper rifle from his pocket and wrapped his finger around the trigger. Before the shot was fire, the female luchador swiftly jabbed the underside of the gun muzzle.

BAMF!

Instead of perforating the wrestler's skull, the bullet instead flew into the air and bore a hole through the ceiling. the Awesome Possum's eyes bulged out of their sockets before the riffle was knocked out of his hands by the taller wrestler.

"No way! T-That's impsossi-" The rodent-themed luchador's sentence was cut short as La Polilla ensnared him in a tight headlock, proceeding to climb onto the ring post. The female wrestler lifted her impish foe over her head before slamming onto the hard ground, his body slightly bouncing from the impact. La Polilla proceeded to flip right off of the post, spinning around in mid-air before landing directly onto the Awesome Possum's torso with a double-heeled stomp. The masked imp couldn't help but let out a croak of pain. La Polilla removed her feet from the imp's body, stepping to the side as Wally Wackford stepped into the ring and approached the smaller wrestler's body.

"Make way, lady! Lemme take a look." The announcer said before giving the downed wrestler's pulse a quick check. A few seconds past and Wally stands back up on his feet with his usual toothy smile.

"I say, I say! He's out cold! THE WINNER IS LA POLILLA!" Wackford declared, raising the female luchador's arm into the air as the crowd erupted into a booming cheer.

"BWAHAHA! Oh man, that's fuckin' rich! that poor lil' schmuck got his ass through the wringer... AGAIN!" Angel cackled hysterically, stuffing his face with more fistfuls of popcorn while Oogar had a look of intrigue from the match he witnessed. Although, he still couldn't help but feel as though that La Polilla character was familiar in some way.

"Angel, can you keep down in there? I can hear from down the hall." The Hispanic Demoness called out.

"Sorry toots, can't hear ya." Angel unapologetically spat, Vaggie groaning with annoyance before marching into the room.

"And what is so damn important that you have to be screaming like a-" The moment she stepped into the room and looked over to the TV, her expression turning from annoyed to panic in a matter of seconds.

"Uh... Vaggs, you okay? You look like something crawled up into ya cooter and died." Angel asked, raising a brow in confusion.

"Turn the TV off right now." Vaggie plainly responded.

"What? Why!?" Angel asked with annoyance.

"I said turn it off!" The gray demoness replied, a hint of aggression was clear in her voice.

"Well, you're not really giving me a good reason other than the whole 'because I said so' bullshit." The spider demon replied, standing up with his lower set of arms folded.

"Because... I... I don't want it to influence any violent behaviors on Oogar!" Vaggie explained, a bit of hesitation at the beginning of her sentence. Angel looked at the hotel manager with a look of baffled ire, one of his eyes even twitched from her reasoning.

"V-Violent Behavio- VIOLENT BEHAVIORS?! What are you? His mom now!?" Angel retorted while Oogar uncomfortably sat in the middle of this argument. "This guy right here is from the fuckin' Prehistoric Era, which was pretty god damn violent if you ask me!"

"Oogar is more than just a violent caveman, Angel. You've been around him long enough to know that!" Vaggie said.

"Oh, I saw his soft side and it was pretty cute. But you know what else I saw? Him going fucking savage on a fatass of a demon as he ripped his fucking face off and punched him into the damn sun. You were there too for crying out loud!" The pornstar exclaimed.

"That was a literal do-or-die situation, Angel..." Vaggie grumbled in response.

"I know, still happened, still ripped his damn face off for all of his minions to see." The spider demon said.

"Even so, Charlie and I don't want him to do something like go on a rampage or something like that. So turn that shit off or switch to another channel, I don't care what you do as long as that wrestling shit is blaring on the TV!" Vaggie snarled, her index finger pressed against his fluffy chest.

"Y'know something Vaggs, I dunno why you're gettin' so high-strung over this sorta shit. Let the caveman watch whatever he wants, it's not gonna kill 'em!" Angel responded.

"I already told you, Charlie and I don't want him watching this shit! So turn it off, NOW." Soon the two demons would start to bicker with each other while an uneasy sensation began to manifest inside Oogar's stomach. The caveman watched as both Vaggie and Angel yelled at each other, the tension growing inside this very room as Oogar clenched his fists and closed his eyes...

"STOP!" Oogar suddenly stood up, accidentally knocking over the popcorn bowl as the contents scattered all over the floor. The caveman's booming voice startling both Angel and Vaggie, their argument coming to an abrupt end with the two cocking their heads to the behemoth. Oogar took in a deep breath and out came a gentle sigh.

"O-Oogar leave room. Too much... trouble here..." The caveman muttered before exiting the room, a troubled silence taking over the room only being broken by the TV. However, right before he could leave, Oogar turned his head over to Vaggie.

"S-sorry for yelling..." Oogar quietly apologized before leaving the room completely. A saddened visage took form on Vaggie's face while Angel groaned with exasperation, plopping back onto the couch before scooping up what remained of his popcorn, not even bothering to clean up the mess.

"Well, thanks for ruinin' the fun as always, Vags..." The pornstar grumbled, turning back to the TV. Vaggie quickly gazed at the television as well, the screen displaying La Polilla basking in the glory for having defeated her foe with her arms raised victoriously in the air. The Hispanic Demoness sighed, turning her head away from the TV before storming out of the room in a huff.

The Hotel Study, Several hours later...

"Aaand... T-They lived...happy..lee..e-ever...aff...ter!" Oogar managed through stutters, intently reading a fascinating story about three swine who were sent off to live on their own only to be stalked and harassed by a canid intruder. The story was gripping and the conflict had the mammoth demon on the edge of his seat but in the end, a happy ending was bestowed on the three protagonists thanks to the ingenuity and wit of their oldest brother. Truly a captivating tale.

"Oogar did it! Oogar read book!" The caveman exclaimed to Charlie, who was sitting right beside him whose features bore a gleaming smile.

"Nice job, Oogar! You really are a quick learner." Charlie said with enthusiasm before pulling out a book that was titled 'Vocabulary Lessons for Kids or Illiterate Schmucks: Second Edition' as she opened it and flipped through a few pages.

"Okay, let's try this again." Hell's Princess said before reciting a sentence from the book. "There's a fat cat on my mat."

"There's a...fat...cat... on my...mat!" Oogar repeated.

"Good, Here's another one. How now, brown cow?" Charlie read aloud.

"How...now...brown cow!" The caveman parroted.

"Amazing, Oogar! Now here's one more and this is a tricky one. She sells seashells by the seashore." Charlie recited though it seemed Oogar had a bit of trouble trying to wrap his mind around that sentence. The caveman scratched the back of his head before trying to rephrase what Charlie said to him.

"Err... She shores seas sells... shells she...shores shell...she...shell...shores... Did Oogar get that right?" The caveman said with a smile behind his beard.

"Okay, maybe that one is a tad bit too advanced for you." Charlie chuckled in response before closing the book before glancing over to the clock. "Alright, I think that's all we have for tonight. It's getting pretty late so why don't we call it a night?"

The caveman nodded in response before letting a low yawn, getting up onto his feet before trudging his way to his bedroom. That hidden worry for Vaggie had simmered down for the most part for the caveman and it was best for him to simply let it all go and fight his own battles rather than someone else's. Oogar made it to his room and let himself in, shutting the door behind him before tucking himself into bed.

"You're going out again?" Charlie's muffled voice said, barely audible through the walls. Curious, Oogar stepped out from his bed and quietly approached the door as he leaned his head against it so that he could listen in on the conversation.

"I'm going to the gym as always. Though, I might come a little later than usual." Vaggie nonchalantly replied, the sound of both demoness's voices slowly fading away as they moved down the hallway. The caveman grabbed onto the door handle and carefully opened it just enough for his head to peak out. Oogar witnessed both Charlie and Vaggie strolling down the hall, the latter of whom was dressed in a dark green rain poncho and had a duffle bag held in her left hand.

"Hey, Vaggie? I was meaning to tell you something...?" Charlie asked.

"What is it?" Vaggie replied.

"What gym do you exactly go to? Because as far as I know, there doesn't seem to be any gym here in this part of the city that opens this late..." Charlie inquired, her girlfriend responding with a minute of silence before giving the hotel owner her answer.

"Well... It's located northside of Pentagram City." The Hispanic demoness plainly responded.

"Northside?! B-but Vaggie, that's... really far. And you walk there? Why can't I just drive you there?" Charlie said, baffled by Vaggie's response.

"It's okay, Charlie. You don't have to trouble yourself, I know where to go." Vaggie assured her girlfriend, the two demonesses turning left down another corridor as they both disappeared from Oogar's field of vision.

The bitting concern for Vaggie's safety washed over Oogar yet again, much stronger this time around. The caveman knew that it would be wrong to pry on someone else's affairs but there was just an unyielding need to help his caretaker. Before leaving the room, Oogar quickly grabbed onto a nearby blanket that was big enough to cover his massive frame and proceeded to drape it over his body, acting as a cloak so that he could blend with the darkness.

The mammoth demon carefully opened the door, just enough to make a small creak before silently treading down the hall. Upon reaching the hall's end, he peeked from the corner to see Charlie and Vaggie making their way down a corridor that leads to the front entrance. As the caveman quietly followed his caretakers, he accidentally set foot on a creaky floorboard. The mammoth demon, acting fast, quickly zipped into the kitchen right before Charlie and Vaggie could look over their shoulders. Seeing that there was nobody in sight, the two continued onward while Oogar peaked from the doorway.

A part of the caveman's intuition was telling him to stop what he was doing and go back to his room but a nagging fear ate away at Oogar's rationality. With his worry unable to die, the next course of action was crystal clear for the mammoth demon. All he needed now was a disguise to go with the blackness of the night. Oogar quietly searched through various cupboards and drawers to find anything that could give him a good disguise. His search would lead him to one drawer that held a box of garbage bags, a pair of dishwashing gloves, and a few paper bags. Oogar gazed at the items, tugging at his beard slightly.

"Hmm... Oogar can make this work." The caveman said to himself, before reaching into the drawer and pulling out the materials he needed.

"I know you want to do things by yourself, Vaggie. But I'm just so sure about this..." Charlie said before Vaggie stopped both of them in their tracks as she placed a hand on Charlie's shoulder.

"Charlie, it will be alright. I've lived long enough to know how to fight for myself. Even before my death, I learned a lot when it came to surviving." Vaggie said with an assuring tone before pulling her girlfriend in for a loving embrace.

"I'll be okay, babe. I promise." Vaggie said, to which Charlie hugged back with her arms wrapping around her girlfriend's back.

"Okay... I'll try not to worry as much." Charlie ushered into Vaggie's ear, the two demonesses continuing their walk down the hallway while Oogar silently followed them from a considerable distance. Once they reached the front door, the Hispanic demoness gave her girlfriend a kiss on the cheek.

"Alright, I'll be back later. Have a good night's sleep, mi amor." Vaggie said before walking over to the front door.

"Goodnight, Vaggie. Stay safe out there." Charlie replied, cautiously waving her girlfriend goodbye.

"I will." The Hispanic Demoness said, exiting the hotel while Charlie watched as her girlfriend left the front lobby. The Hotel Owner stood alone, the endless ticking of a grandfather clock being the only noise audible in the desolate lobby as she managed a sigh before returning to her bedroom. Charlie passed by the kitchen on her way to the bedroom, giving Oogar a perfect chance to slip past.

The caveman still wore the blanket cloak but he had also fashioned a few trash bags into a suit that stretched along his burly frame, the dishwashing gloves tightly clung onto the mammoth demon's hands, and in place of his skull helmet was a paper bag that had two large eyes-holes cut into it. Oogar carefully snuck his way out of the kitchen and tip-toed over to the front door. He glanced over his shoulder one more time before exiting the building. Upon stepping foot into the brisk night, Oogar looked on to see the silhouette of Vaggie disappearing into the city.

Without hesitation, Oogar dashed into the direction of where his caretaker was heading. Leaving the comfort of his home to venture off into the dark clutches of Pentagram City.