The Hazbin Hotel...
"OOK!...EEP!...NURGH!...GOAUH...!" Oogar yipped with discomfort, his body cringing and convulsing from the stinging touch of rubbing alcohol brushing against his wounds. The caveman struggled to keep himself properly situated as he fell over onto his side, quivering with unease.
"Oh, don't be such a drama queen!" Niffty said, dousing her rag with a fresh coat of rubbing alcohol. "After all, you still have thirteen more wounds to go, silly!"
Oogar couldn't help but groan with discontent, reluctantly allowing the cyclopean to clean his wounds. The hotel residents had finally returned from Malphas's fortress, licking their wounds from the hellacious battle that left a sizeable portion of Pentagram City in ruins. Charlie was already planning on discussing matters of collateral damage as well as attending Malphas's prosecution. From the kindness of the princess's heart, she was also more than willing to allow the hostages to take refuge at the hotel. This filled the hotel owner with hope from the possible chance that some of them could take part in the redemption plan.
Charlie and Vaggie were currently up in their own room, tending to each other's injuries while Alastor was off in the kitchen, making a well-deserved meal for everyone after the chaos they were dragged into. Husk and Angel had recently gotten their wounds disinfected and swathed which meant Oogar was the only one left to get his injuries treated. The Neanderthalian demon clearly wasn't a fan of the stinging touch that the liquid provided, his arms and legs sporadically twitched about a series of hoots and grunts blew through his scruffy beard.
"Aaaaand... Done!" Niffty shouted, cleaning out a gash on the caveman's shoulder. She proceeded to pull out a bandage roll and began to overlay Oogar's wounded areas with strips of bandages. Once everything was all said and done, Oogar cuts and bruises were now all perfectly swathed as the caveman let out a sigh of relief. Grateful that he did not have to undergo the cruel and confusing mistress that was known as modern medicine.
"Alright, I think you're all set! Try to take it easy if you can." Niffty said, Oogar nodding in response as he picked himself up and made his way to the lobby. However, before he exited the room, Niffty darted right in front of him.
"Oh wait! Before you go, I wanted to give you this!" She exclaimed before pulling out a stitched-up, red waistcoat that was tucked away in her skirt... Somehow?
"Ooh! Oogar's vest!" The caveman said with surprise, taking the vest and throwing it onto his brawny frame.
"Yep! It got tattered when you turned into that mammoth so I went off to get every piece to stitch it back together!" The one-eyed cleaning lady explained with a gleaming smile.
"Heh... I guess you can say Oogar got into a... uh.. SITCH-uation!" Oogar joked, laughing at his attempt at a pun that was likely a result of Alastor's dad jokes rubbing off on him. Niffty snorted at this cheesy joke before bursting into laughter, the two demons sharing a hearty guffaw with one another.
"HAHAHAHAHA!... But seriously, if you're gonna transform into a giant mammoth monster, please take off the vest first, I worked real hard on it." Niffty said, her giggling switching to a deadpan tone. Oogar ceased his laughter as well, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.
"Err... Sorry." The Mammoth Demon apologized. Oogar sauntered down the hallway with Niffty following him, entering the hotel lobby where his other two colleagues were recuperating. Angel was sprawled out onto a divan, his head thrown back against the back pillow while his lanky body took up the entire sofa. Meanwhile, Husk pressed himself against a giant scratching post, his claws dragging along the sisal fabric. The Feline Demon purred with delight, practically hugging the scratching post.
"Good God, I missed you so much…~" Husk said with sensuality, brushing his cheek up against the fabric before passionately kissing it.
"Tch, how come he doesn't do any of that with me." Angel quietly huffed to himself only to feel the ground tremble slightly from Oogar approaching him.
"It okay, Angel! Oogar give you hug unlike mean kitten over there! He no like hugs anyway..." Oogar said, extending his arms out for an embrace.
"Mmmm... Normally, I'd tell all of you to shut your damn mouths but uh... Oooh~" Husk muttered aloud, continuing to scrape away at the post's fabric. "...Fuck, this is way better than an orgasm."
"...Y'know what, sure. Come here big boy, gimme some o' that floof." Angel beckoned, reaching out with all four arms while repositioning his legs off the couch to give the mammoth demon some room. Oogar plopped down onto the divan, pulling Angel in with a warm embrace with the arachnid wrapping all four of his back before smooching his cheek against the behemoth's woolly chest.
"Awww yeah... That's the stuff..." Angel remarked, nuzzling against the caveman, who proceeded to rest his back along with the seat cushions with his legs perched against the couch's arm. Angel settled himself on a comfortable posture amongst the Oogar's hairy figure, snuggling up on his abdomen as if he were a comfy bed.
"Heh, maybe one day you and I can get down to some mattress dancin' when a few more brain cells in your dome get workin'." The spider demon said with a chuckle, jokingly knocking on the outer shell of Oogar's helmet.
"But... Oogar too big to dance on mattress. Might break it..." The Mammoth Demon said, confused by this new form of slang that the arachnid threw at him. The Slutty Spider merely giggled in response before resting his head against the giant's chest.
"Oh, you're one helluva himbo, Oogar..." Angel said with a sigh. "I'll getcha one day, ya big lug."
Before Angel and Oogar could have their rest, a loud snort from the edge of the divan caught the two demons off guard. Looking over the mammoth's arms, he was met with Fat Nuggets attempting to join the huddle with his stubby forelegs awkwardly tapping at the chair's ledge. Angel smiled happily from the sight of his swine as he squeezed his upper-set of arms out from Oogar's embrace and reached for the chubby pig.
"Awwww, heya baby! You wanna snuggle with daddy? Come here ya widdle piggy!" Angel squealed with delight, picking Fat Nuggets off the ground and hugging him against his puffy chest. The pig emitted another snort, bopping his snout against his owner's cheek, making the arachnid-like demon chuckle with delight.
"Say, fellas? Mind if I play us some music?" Niffty chimed in before pulling out her vintage record player along with a set of vinyl records. "Been meaning to put this to good use!"
"I thought you lost that dart game before going on a murderous rampage?" Husk questioned, raising a red brow.
"Oh yeah, about that. Well… I stole it. " Niffty said bluntly, placing both items onto a coffee table.
"But enough of that. Here's one of my favorites!~" The cyclopean proceeds to remove one of the vinyl records from their protective sleeve, placing it onto the player before moving the needle onto the record. The diamond stylus pressed itself against the vinyl and with a turn of a nob, the record began to spin. At first, there was a small crackle of static before a cheerful tune boomed through the lobby.
"Life could be a dream! Life could be a dream!~"
The jolly acapella of The Chords canceled out the silence while Niffty couldn't help but smile, remembering all the wonderous times she had when listening to this song which may or may not have involved hiding away her victim's remains.
"Perfect!" Niffty jubilantly exclaimed before darting over to the divan, leaping onto the arm. She rested on Oogar's legs, putting her hands behind her head before letting out a relaxed sigh. As the music blared through the lobby, Oogar was starting to get into the upbeat grove. While he wasn't the best singer, the caveman began to croon along with the acapella, moving his feet side to side to the rhythm. Even when he was getting into the music, The Mammoth Demon was anticipating a bitter shut up from Angel or Husk but what happened next took the caveman by surprise.
"Life could be a dream! Sh-boom, if I could take you to a paradise up above!~" Angel sang along with the lyrics, almost on point with the vocals. Despite his nasally and shrill tone, his singing voice was surprisingly smooth yet vibrant with emotion. Caught off guard slightly by Angel joining in on the melody but the caveman merely went along with it and continued his humming. Niffty took notice of what the two demons were doing, her smile brightening before she too participated in this duet.
"Life could be a dream, sweetheart, hello, hello again!" Niffty chimes in, her vocals were dainty and had a greater pitch compared to Angel's voice but she sang along perfectly with the slutty spider.
"Sh-boom! And hopin' we'll meet again, ba-boomba!" Angel finished off the first verse before scat singing wildly for a brief moment whilst Oogar and Niffty backed him up with their contrasting acapella.
"Life could be dream!... If uh... You smell good! Or... uh... Yeah!" Oogar sang, attempting to start off the second verse only to botch it horribly. Rather than feeling embarrassed, Oogar merely chuckled while the rest of his colleagues bellowed with laughter.
"Almost got it there, big guy!" Niffty chortled before finishing off the verse, albeit in between brief ruptures of laughter. "If... Heh... you would let me spend.. Hehe!...my whole life loving you... Haha!"
"Life could be a dream, sweetheart!~" Angel capped it off with a resounding high note, followed scating along with the melody. From the comfort of his scratching post, Husk opened an eye to see the three demons singing their hearts out. With nothing else better to do other than to lounge about, Husk shrugged and joined this choir.
"Every time I look at you, something is on my mind~" Husk crooned, his vocals were baritone and slightly gravelly much like Oogar's but his tone was significantly higher than the Mammoth demons. "If you do what I want you to. Baby, we could be so fiiiine!~"
"Ooooh! LIFE COULD BE A DREAM!~" Angel, Niffty, and Husk all howled together, their tones complementing one another all while Oogar provided the 'backing instrumentals'.
"SH-BOOMBA! IF I COULD TAKE YOU UP FROM PARADISE UP ABOVE!~" The trio continued merrily singing, their voices bouncing off the hotel walls and reverberating down the corridor. From the hotel kitchen, Alastor was preparing lemon chicken for his fellow cohorts when his ears twitched slightly from the sound of the quartet's lovely tune sneaking its way through the kitchen door. Glancing over, Alastor's smirk widened slightly before resuming his cooking whilst quietly singing to himself.
"And tell me, darling, I'm the only one that you love~" The Radio Demon hummed to himself, flipping the chicken onto its uncook side to give it a good sear.
"LIFE COULD BE A DREAM, SWEETHEART, HELLO, HELLO AGAIN! SH-BOOMBA, HOPING WE MEET AGAIN!~" They all cheered with glee. Forgetting the troubles of their own life and reveling in the joy of each other's company.
Charlie & Vaggie's Bedroom...
Still in the healing process, Charlie and Vaggie each other's wounds while also discussing and recollecting everything that had happened in the battle. All of which happened in less than a day, something that neither of them was still able to properly comprehend.
The TV on the dresser quietly droned whatever slop that was being played on the tube, acting as white noise to drown out the silence while Vaggie had just finished placing a band-aid onto Charlie's cheek before handing the demonic princess a gauze roll so that she could swath her abdomen. Right when she was about to tend to Vaggie's injuries, a thought came to mind that she figured was worth bringing up.
"It's crazy isn't it?" Charlie spoke up, pulling a strip of bandages from the roll.
"What is?" Vaggie asked, her arms raised in the air to let her girlfriend bandage up her abdomen without an issue.
"Everything. You moonlighting as a luchador, the big fight in the city, everything involving Malphas and my father, it's just..." Charlie paused for a moment, finishing up her bandaging as she tore the strip of gauze from its spool.
"It's insane to realize just how much has happened in so little time. It's so... I don't know what to call it." The Hotel Owner said with a sigh before handing the gauze roll over to Vaggie.
"I'm at a loss for words too," Vaggie said, pulling the gauze strip before wrapping it around Charlie's left should down to her forearm. "It's hard to really process everything when it hits all you all at once. It's so mind-boggling to think about."
"Well... I suppose that's true." Charlie admitted while Vaggie finished patching the demonic princess's arm.
"Alright, I think we're good now. So, did your dad say anything else about Malphas?" Vaggie inquired.
"He told me that Malphas's trial will be in three days so it's crucial that I be there. Considering all the evidence we racked up too. He told me that his father, Raum will also be attending. Here's hoping that goes well..." Charlie said, removing herself off the bed before slowly stepping over to the window to see the expansive view of the city up ahead.
"As for what happened in the city, dad told me that he'll be discussing things with Raum and I about it. It'll be costly but this hotel has seen worse." Charlie spoke with a sigh while Vaggie rested herself on the mattress.
"You sure you can trust being around him? After all, you know how parents will always try to excuse the behavior of their children." Vaggie stated.
"I know but... It's worth a try." Charlie exhaled, lowering her head slightly.
"Right, right..." Vaggie said, her head sinking into the pillow while gently tapping her index fingers together. Turning to her lover, Charlie's lips started to form into a small smile before she approached Vaggie and laid right beside her.
"What's with the smile, babe?" Vaggie said with a slight laugh before Charlie huddled up closer to her, resting her head on the Latina's shoulder.
"I suppose it's because, in spite of everything that has happened... I still have you by my side." Charlie replied, reaching out and resting a palm on Vaggie's cheek. A light blush made itself present on Vaggie's facial features, who returned Charlie's affection by leaning her chin against the princess's head.
"And I have never been happier in my life because of you, babe..." Vaggie whispered, holding Charlie in her arms. However, this moment of serenity wouldn't last forever when the disruptive jingle of Channel 666 screamed through the television speakers, a familiar sound that filled Charlie with dread.
"Oh no..." The Hotel Owner said to herself, fearing what slander was gonna be spewed out from the media.
"Well, let's just get this over with..." Vaggie only sighed with annoyance, reaching for the clicker and turning up the volume to better hear whatever bullshit lies the media was gonna twist this story into.
The screen depicted Katie Killjoy and Tom Trench, though something felt rather off about the two. Katie adorned her smile for the cameras but if one were to look closely, her face was twitching as though she was struggling to keep her toothy grin. Her masked acquaintance, however, had a look of fear in his eyes while his body visibly quivered with uneasiness.
"T-This just in, folks! We've got quite the juicy story to tell!" Katie Killjoy announced, her eyes briefly darting to the side before returning to the camera.
"As you all know, just several hours ago, a giant mammoth was seen stampeding across the westside of Pentagram City, smashing through buildings, fighting giant robot birds, and... Destroying my house..." Katie said, her tone shifting to murderous rage upon listing the last occurrence.
"A-and uh... It's been confirmed that people who rode this mammoth were as followed. Princess of Hell, Charolette Magne, and her partner, Vagatha Guteriez. Pornstar, Angel Dust. And finally, infamous Overlord, Alastor, and his accomplices." Tom Trench listed out for the viewers to hear.
"Here it comes..." Vaggie muttered, anticipating the blatant slander that would be eaten up by Hell's Populus. At first, there was a few seconds of awkward silence, sweat trickling from both demonic reporters before the mantis-like demon spoke up.
"Now, a-as it turns out. The reason for this is because Ars Goetia Noble, Malphas, had attacked the group and attempted to kill them as to not unearth any damning information!..." Katie explained, hiding her nervousness with her peppy attitude. This was quite a jarring surprise to both hotel organizers, Katie Killjoy actually speaking the truth? Has the world truly gone mad?
"...Speaking of which, it was revealed that Malphas had been involving himself in a brainwash experiment where had kidnapped civilians, with the goal of brainwashing Princess Charlie... Not like she had one-" Right as Katie could mutter out her insult, a stern 'AHEM' silenced her.
"Err... I mean! Because of this, Princess Charlotte and her colleague are actually innocent, and repairs will be funded by various foundations including Vox Industries and... Channel 666!? Are fucking kidding m-" The news reporter shouted, slamming both hands on the table. Suddenly, a white-sleeved arm emerged into the camera's view, pointing an index finger at Killjoy, whose face went from frustrated to terrified before slinking back into her chair. Beside her, Tom Trench covered his face in fear while whimpering to himself.
"What was that?..." A firm voice called out to the fearful news reporter, one that Charlie was all too familiar with as the hotel owner couldn't help but crack a gleaming smile.
"Uh... Nothing, your lordship! We'll help fund repairs in a heartbeat!" Katie said with a sheepish laugh.
"Good, and what else?..." Lucifer said, the news reporter's pseudo-smile twisting into a frown before emitting a sigh of defeat.
"...I also apologize for all the things I... Grrmph... I said about the gays, there! Happy!?" She groaned with exasperation, almost hurling in the middle of her apology.
"There we are!" The Fallen Angel exclaimed, recoiling his arm out of the camera's view but his voice was still present. "Funny, I thought we were going to have a problem there."
"Heheh... Yeah..." The insectoid demon said with a chuckle while Tom Trench, cracking under pressure, passed out and fell out of his chair. His unconscious body hit the ground with a loud 'THUD', shaking the camera a little. It was here that the report switched to the SMPTE color bar before finally returning to the regularly scheduled program.
"Oh, dad." Charlie giggled happily, looking over to Vaggie who's visage sported a light smirk.
"Well, I'd say that was a welcomed change. Wouldn't you agree?" The Hispanic demoness said before the two of them leaned in for a gentle Eskimo kiss, softly pressing the tips of their noses together.
"Couldn't agree more, Vaggie." Charlie remarked before holding onto both her girlfriend's cheek and giving her a light peck on the forehead. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door before the knob twisted on its own. The door opened and in stepped Alastor, baring his permanent grin.
"Sorry to intrude, ladies." Alastor formally apologized. "But I just wanted to inform you that dinner is ready. Everyone is at the dining hall so feel free to swing by when you can! My mother's lemon chicken is something to die for, figuratively AND literally!"
"Give us a second, Al. We'll be there soon!" Charlie replied, The Radio Demon nodded in response before leaving the hotel owner and her lover to their own devices, leaving the door open for the two.
"You hungry, Vaggie?" Charlie asked.
"Yeah, I guess I could go for some food. Just as long as I don't find a finger in my food." Vaggie remarked, getting off the bed before heading the opening with Charlie following right behind.
The Hotel Dining Room
In the expansive dining room, various round tables were situated throughout the area for all the attendees to enjoy a delectable meal together. Of course, given the low numbers of the hotel, most of the room was empty aside from a few tables taken by the refugees. One particular table was more lively compared to others where the current hotel residents were all gathered around to swap stories while gorging themselves with delicious foods.
"And then in my drunken rage, I tackled the guy and screamed 'SANTA, YOU WHORE, YOU DIDN'T GET ME THAT DECK OF CARDS I WANTED!'" Husk recalled before he, along with the rest of his acquaintances, hollered with boisterous laughter.
"Heh... yeah... And that's how I became The Russian Mafia's enemy in an entire night." Husk said with a wheeze.
"Heheh... What's a Santa?" Oogar asked with confusion.
"Funny stuff but a night?... Really? Buddy, it took me a few hours to start an entire gang war with 'em!" Angel boasted, wiping a tear from his eye as a result of laughing too much.
"Pfft! Amateurs, I violated over twenty international peace agreements in half an hour!" Niffty chimed in, standing up onto her chair that was too big for a demon her size. Angel was about to interject when he noticed Charlie and Vaggie entering the dining hall.
"Oi! Chuck, Vaggz! Over here!" Angel called out, beckoning the two demonesses with a wave of his hand.
"Coming!" The Hotel Owner yipped in response, promptly arriving to the dinner table with Vaggie by her side. Charlie was the first to make it to the dinner table, pulling out a chair only to offer the seat to Vaggie, who took up the generous offer. With her girlfriend seated, Charlie pulled a chair and helped herself to a seat.
"So, what's up?" Vaggie asked.
"Nothin' to it, Vaggie. We're just reminiscing of our days of degeneracy!" Angel replied with a sigh of nostalgia. "…Of course, I'm still fucked in the head but eh, who cares, it's hell."
"Come on guys, sins are nothing you should brag about…" Charlie criticized, folding her arms.
"Charlie right!" Oogar exclaimed, the caveman rising from his chair, pushing it back in the process. "Oogar tried to steal food from dog, got bit in bum instead. Oogar slept on face for three moons because of ignorance."
Everyone glanced at Oogar with a questioning look for his oddball story as the caveman slowly sat back down, without saying a word. The caveman's eyes darted back and forth, feeling a cold sweat from the awkward silence. In an attempt to make things less weird, the Mammoth attempted to change the subject with a good topic he named off the top of his primitive head.
"So… heh… what is deal with agriculture?" The caveman said, only worsening his case. However, not wanting to let Oogar be discourage, Vaggie decided to vouch for the caveman's claim.
"You know, maybe Oogar is onto something," Vaggie said with a bit of snark to her voice. "You all might get bit in the bum if you don't act right like trying to steal food from a wild dog for example."
"That's right and maybe one of these nights, you might have to sleep on your face because of it!" Charlie said with a cocksure attitude before glancing over to Oogar, giving him a slight nod and wink. Angel and Husk rolled their eyes in annoyance to this declaration while Niffty looked on with intrigue, pondering her boss's words.
"Woooah... I never thought of it that way, so life-changing..." Niffty said with amazement before Alastor approached the table with a large silver platter of lemon chicken, fresh off the skillet. Accompanying the Radio Demon was several shadow-like demons, who also bore platters of delicious food to provide the refugees.
"Salutations, I hope everyone here is hungry!" Alastor greeted with jubilance, setting the dish onto the center of the table. Hot steam resonated off the lemon chicken as its citrusy fragrance wafted through the air, making the surrounding demons almost drool with hunger.
"Mmmm... This looks good, Al!" Charlie said, licking her lips with hunger.
"Ha, thank you! Getting this meat wasn't easy I tell you, poultry here in Hell is quite ferocious compared to Earth." Alastor said before one of the chicken pieces rose from the platter, causing everyone present at the dinner table to scoot back in fear. The undead lemon chicken let out a sickening hiss before lunging at Alastor, who caught the killer poultry with ease. It wriggled and writhed in the radio host's hand only for the cannibal to take a bite out of it, causing it to drop dead in his hands.
"Well, I suppose this will be mine!" Alastor said with a laugh. Reluctantly, everyone helped themselves with a piece of lemon chicken, albeit with a few guests having their hands hovering over their weapons in case another poultry came back from the dead. Luckily for all of them, such a thing didn't happen and soon enough, everyone was enjoying a delectable lemon chicken.
"So, Oogar?" Angel asked between chews, Oogar turning his head over to him as he took a big bite from his chicken. "Last time I remember, aren't Neanderthals known for being very short and stout? If so, then why the hell are you such a damn meathouse."
"Well... Oogar eats his Bison! Meat gives you good strength!" The caveman proclaimed, flexing his biceps while Angel looked on with intrigue, sensually biting his lower lip.
"Oooh? Is that right?~" Angel said with a devious chuckle, placing a hand on Oogar's bicep. "In that case, you and I are in the same boat when it comes to meat~"
"Oh? What meat does Angel eat?" Oogar questioned, scratching his own beard out of curiosity.
"Why don't ya come with me to the bathroom and you can see for yourself, Captain Caveman...~" Angel flirted, lovingly stroking the Mammoth demon's muscular forearms.
"Angel will you knock that shit off!?" Vaggie yelled, having eavesdropped on the spider's advances, putting a stop to his flirting.
"Vaggz, lemme have this. I am not gonna let another opportunity pass me by!" Angel retorted, removing his hand from the caveman's arm. "Do you have any idea how much a chore it is to get this palooka in bed!?"
"Oogar, sweetie, why don't you come over and sit with us?" Charlie offered, the caveman responding with a nod as he stood, grabbed his chair and plat, and made his way around the table to the couple.
"And there go my plans for tonight, thank you very much ya damn prudes!" Angel shouted with annoyance. "Husk, do ya want to-"
"Die in a hole with a hot iron rod up your ass." Husk hissed with aggravation.
"For the love of... Can I not fuck anybody in this damn place!?" Angel roared, banging all four of his hands onto the table.
"Angel, I swear to god, if you keep taunting my son like that one more time then I am going to skewer you like a damn shish kabob!" Vaggie threatened, glaring daggers at the feminine arachnid. Unbeknownst to Vaggie, Oogar had overheard the Hispanic demoness's warning right when he placed his chair between her and Charlie. There it was again, that thought that had been dwelling in the back of Oogar's mindscape.
"Sweet Satan, now you're not trying to hide it anymore!" Angel retorted in exasperation, slamming his lower-set of hands onto the table. "You really think that overgrown mammoni is ya damn s-"
"Oogar is Vaggie's son?..." The caveman spoke up, prompting Vaggie to freeze like a statue before she moved their attention to the prehistoric friend, who had his head turned to face the hotel manager. "Vaggie is… Oogar's mama?"
"U-Um… Well… I… I wouldn't uh…" Vaggie was stifled by this comment, unable to give a proper response to such a question while her face turned red like a tomato. The spearwoman looked over the caveman's shoulder, looking at Charlie to see if she could get a proper response from her. Truth be told, Hell's Princess was just as unsure as her lover, the two sharing a glance that could only be read as 'What the hell do I do?'. Turning over to Charlie, Oogar tilted his head before hitting her with a tough question.
"Charlie is… Oogar's mama too?..." Oogar inquired, scratching his head in confusion. An uneasy silence swept through the dining area, Angel barely holding in his snickering while Alastor slowly raised one brow. Charlie's eyes darted down, internally panicking on the inside. Nothing in her life of royalty could prepare her for such a dilemma as this.
"Hurry up…" Vaggie quietly said to her girlfriend with clenched teeth, sweat seeping down her forehead. Taking in a deep breath to keep herself at ease, she finally gave out her response.
"Well, I-I know Vaggie didn't mean it literally but… But you know, it can be-"
"Because… Oogar can be good son!" The Mammoth Demon interrupted Charlie's blabbering, his statement leaving the demonic princess in a state of shellshock. Her eyes widened and her pupils shrunk, clearly incapable of uttering just one word. Vaggie was on the same boat, those very words struck her like an oncoming freight train.
"E-Excuse me?..." Vaggie muttered out. The rest of the demons present were just as silent, even Angel Dust had ceased his giggling altogether.
"...W-wow, that was actually really fuckin' sweet. I..." The spider demon mumbled out, unable to find the proper words for this. "I... I got nothin' here."
"Charlie showed Oogar warmth. So did Vaggie." Oogar explained, placing one hand on Vaggie's shoulder and the other on Charlie's. "You two good to Oogar… Oogar be good son back."
A tidal wave of emotions washed over the two demonesses, both of them feeling a jolt to their hearts. Before they had the proper time to process an answer, the two were pulled for a group hug. Charlie and Vaggie felt themselves being softly pressed against the comforting fur of the behemoth, an inescapable warmth overwhelming the couple.
"Charlie and Vaggie are good mamas..." The Mammoth Demon said, holding Charlie and Vaggie close. Unable to bring himself from letting the two of them go from his embrace. Charlie's lip began to quiver, the hotel owner desperately trying to hold back tears as she immediately returned the favor with a tight hug. Tears were beginning to seep from the demonic princess's eyes, rolling down her cheeks and dripping from her chin.
"Th-That's very... thoughtful o-of you... Oogar..." Charlie said, choking on her own tears. Vaggie was also on the brink of sobbing, breathing through her nose while pursing her lips to maintain her composure. Feeling heartstrings being plucked by their words, the caveman only strengthened his embrace.
"A-and we never doubted that you'd be a good son, Oogar." The Moth-like demon murmured, hugging the caveman without even a second of hesitation. "We know that you're a very, very... VERY good boy."
"Oogar... Loves Mamas..." Oogar quietly whispered, closing eyes while tears were also starting to drizzle from his eyes. Unable to hold it in for much longer, Charlie finally caved in and began weeping hysterically. It didn't take long for Vaggie to break down crying, the once hardened spearwoman now turned into a sobbing mess, all thanks to the love of a gentle giant.
"WE LOVE YOU TOO, OOGAR!..." Charlie sobbed, unable to stop her tears from flowing as she buried her face into the caveman's fur.
"WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE HOW MUCH YOU'VE MADE ME PROUD!" Vaggie cried, rubbing her eyes in a futile attempt to dry her tears. Viewing from the opposite side of the table, Husk merely ignored this display of waterworks as he took a swig of booze. Niffty, on the other hand, was wailing like a baby.
"It's so precious..." The cyclopean said, blowing her nose with her own handkerchief. "He's truly found the people he loved... HUSK, GIVE ME A HUG!"
"W-What!?" The winged demon shouted, spitting out his drink.
"JUST LET ME HUG AND LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH YOU MEAN TO MEEEEE..." Niffty sobbed, extending her hands out while her eyes gushed with tears and snot was dribbling from her nostrils.
"Fuck no! You're covered in mucus!" Husk retorted, backing away from the blubbering cleaning lady. This didn't stop Niffty as she advanced forward with her arms reached out, getting to a point where Husk bolted from his chair with Niffty giving chase.
"HUSK, I LOVE YOUUUUU!" The cyclops mewled, running after her winged colleague.
"I LOVE YOU TOO BUT PERSONAL GODDAMNED SPACE, NIFFTY!" The feline screeched, running around in circles with Niffty hot on his tail. Meanwhile, Angel couldn't help but chuckle with a faltering smile as he rubbed his thumb against his eyes to remove any tears that were trying to sneak their way from their ducts.
"Well, I'm quite surprised you're getting plucked by the heartstrings here too, my promiscuous pal." Alastor said, noticing the arachnid trying to keep himself from tearing up.
"...Some of us still got heart, Al," The pornstar said with a sigh, wiping another tear from his cheek. "Something you sure as hell don't have."
"Oh? Well, that would be a weakness you have yet to grow from." Alastor replied with a devilish hint to his voice, accompanied by the faint crackle of radio static.
"Yeah, well personally I see no problem with that..." Angel spat at the Radio Demon before shifting his attention back to the family.
Charlie and Vaggie's crying had devolved into a silent whimper, still squeezing onto the mammoth demon, who had both his arms fastened around the two demonesses. Behind his scruffy beard laid an elated smile while a soothing warmth took hold of the inside. Words failed to describe the joy that had overcome Oogar, it was unfathomable.
For countless years he had spent in the cavernous underground of Hell, he had not just found a place to call home. He had not only found friends worth fighting for. He had not only found a new life.
He found a family.
Millions of Years Ago...
Opening his eyes to the blurry world, Oogar sputtered out a weak breath while the world around him was vague and blurry. At first, the adolescent felt nothing but as he was brought back to his senses, he realized that the stinging cold air was no longer breezing against his ailing frame. As a matter of fact, he was no longer in the icebound canyons, rather more he was in a tent of sorts, tucked away beneath several comforting blankets of animal hides.
The child rubbed his eyes, surveying this new area that he had been transported to by unseen forces. Could this be a dream? Had he perished and this was the afterlife he had been cast off to? It wasn't adding up.
The narrow flap of the tent allowed a narrow crack of light to shine through before the sound of feet shuffling about was heard from the ground. By instinct, Oogar's first move was to lay flat back onto the ground with his eyes closed, pretending to be dead to whatever may be lurking outside the tent. The faint swoosh of the tent opening could be heard, followed by the footsteps. Oogar tried his best to remain still, every muscle in his body tensing up.
"Is he awake?..." A woman asked, while her voice was baritone there was still a hint of concern present.
"No. He's still out. Not dead though." The voice of a young man replied, who sounded as though he was the same age as Oogar, before letting out an annoyed sigh. "It's been three suns and two moons. He hasn't even opened eyes."
"Dag, we must wait. No matter what..." The woman said, almost growling. "Urgora not going to give up on this child..."
Oogar carefully opened one eye to see who was present with him in the tent. Standing above the boy were two people that loomed over the child from his perspective. The person standing on the left was a large, muscular woman whose clothing consisted of a brown top, a loincloth, and a pair of boots, all of which had been constructed from the hide of slain wildlife. White swirl-like markings adorned her very body and atop her head was the skull of a Woolly Mammoth that been fashioned into a helmet of sorts. Strands of jet black hair overhang from the skull, reaching down to her shoulders.
The person on the right was a young man who had a more lithe frame compared to the woman, who only wore a brown tunic and nothing more. He also wore the skull of an animal, although compared to the woman's skull helmet, his resembled more of a baboon with golden-red handprints reaching down the eyes. He had a scraggly, unkempt brunette hair that was visible even when baring his skull.
These two Neanderthals were currently having arguments over Oogar, who was unsure of what to do. He feared that if he stayed, he would surely be killed but he couldn't act now. Just when it seemed that their argument could continue on, Dag glanced over to the adolescent and realized that the adolescent was looking at him.
"URGORA! HE'S ALIVE!" He shouted, alerting the larger woman to Oogar, who screamed with terror as he scrambled out from the blankets and tried to flee the tent. However, due being bed-ridden for several days, his movements were sluggish and lethargic as he fell to the dirt with a loud ''THUD'.
"No! Wait!" Urgora cried, approaching the terrified Neanderthal, who reached for the knife that was strapped to his hip and directed to the large woman. Urgora stopped in place from the sight of the blade held in the boy's shaky grasp. The adolescent was frantically breathing, his grip tight around the blade's handle. Dag snarled and stepped forward only to be stopped in place by Urgora, placing her arm in front of the young man.
"Let Urgora handle this..." The Mammoth-headed cavewoman said, slowly stepping to the scared boy and kneeling down to his level. Oogar was tempted to start slashing right then and there until Urgora gently grabbed onto his wrist and lowered the knife.
"It's okay, child... You're cold. Urgora don't want that." She assured him in a calming voice that was just enough to make the child drop his blade. The woman reached for the skull atop her head and removed it, revealing her true face. The compassionate smile of a woman was displayed before Oogar's eyes, lines of white face paint extending from her cheeks all the way to her eyes. Oogar couldn't put his finger on it, but just from that gaze alone was enough to calm him down. Without warning, Oogar was met with a warm embrace from Urgora, her muscular arms wrapping around the child as he held close to her chest.
"Here. Warmth." She said, tightening her hug just slightly. Oogar was flushed with a thousand emotions, unable to properly express himself. It became too much for him to bear and soon, the child began to cry. Hugging back, burying his face into his shoulder.
Letting it all spill out.
Music:
Sh-Boom - The Chords
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hello everybody, SeniorNathaniel is here, and let me be the first to say, HOLY HELL!... Pun unintended.
I was not expecting to go this far with the project and I am genuinely grateful for that. When I first started work on this story, I didn't think much of it. I liked the idea and figured it would make for a good fanfic, but I wasn't expecting to have much more for this story than I could have ever anticipated. The more I worked on it, the more I wanted to see it become a reality to a point where I don't think I have ever been this passionate when it came to making a story. The only other project that had gotten this far was my written Death Battles on DeviantART and again, I am grateful for how far this story had come.
But enough about that, the reason why I am writing this is to let everyone know that, since the second story arc to Million Year Old Sinner has officially wrapped up, I'm going to be taking a long break from it. The reason why is because I have been working on this story for a whole year while balancing the struggles of real life too. I'm genuinely sorry to any one of you who was excited to see this story continue but I feel like this is a good resting point for it.
Another reason is that I've been meaning to branch out with other stories too. In fact, I have planned on doing one that I plan to upload on varying platforms (DeviantART, FictionPress, AO3, etc) and again, this seems like a good place to put the series on a temporary hiatus.
However, before I truly close things off, I want to thank a lot of people for this.
I want to thank ViviziePop herself for creating Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss for inspiring me to make this story, I want to thank Genndy Tarkovsky for inspiring me as both an artist and writer, I thank all of my friends who have been supportive of me during my endeavors of writing this project, I want to thank you for taking the time to tune in on this story. I genuinely mean that from the bottom of my heart and I cannot be anymore grateful than I already am.
Thank you so much and I wish you all a hella good day!