Midnight Fang was groggy, her fur still damp with the stains of wet tears and she could really use a shower, but still in a slightly better mood. She whispered to her BFF Baddie Mothy "Fuck it, I really need a shower, wait for me patiently please Mothy? Hold my shit"
Baddie Mothy took off her headphones that were previously deep into songs by the hell-exclusive band "Our Eternal Damnation" and she replied with "What, you want me to look after your shit? Sure thing Midnight, I'll keep it all safe and sound for ya! I could use a small nap too!"
Midnight Fang jumped a lil but ignored what she said and proceeded to take a shower. It was very cool that the hotel rooms each had their own individual shower rooms, with fresh supplies of 2 in 1 shampoo and soap, compatible with all types of demon, with water that is never freezing cold, always at least a pleasant lukewarm.
As Midnight Fang scrubbed her musty fur and scrubbed her messy hair with the thick shampoo, she thought about the recent events that occurred today.
The sinking feeling of regret for making a scene made her stomach churn, the nauseatingly accurate replay that occcured in her dreams that caused this mess in the first place and that sickly feeling of guilt that SHE is the reason her BFF is in this mess in the first place.
"Why couldn't she have picked better friends, better friends than me?" Midnight Fang growled to herself as she let the water wash off the shampoo from her hair, making it all nice and clean and sparkly. If only the shampoo could clean off the dirt from her broken, eternally damned soul though.
"Everything is always my fault, I'm the reason her hands are forever stained red, the stain that can never be cleaned off. I ruined her life after starting off with ruining my own. And yet she still loves me more than anything or anyone" Midnight Fang mumbled and then she solemly sighed. "She deserves redemption and paradise more than anyone here, if this Hazbin hotel isn't a wishful thinking induced bullshit lie and she somehow reaches redemption, I hope she'll never forget me, Oh Mothy you'll never forget me will you?"
As she whispered those words "You'll never forget me will you" her memory of her worst day, Roxie's death became more clearer, and this time instead of replaying in her dreams, it replayed in front of her eyes, like the worst movie you could ever think of.
She recalled something that her mind was trying to block from her, but the memory opened up like Pandora's box, as the evil from the box was unleashed onto her unsuspecting mind, an evil she wished she could forget.
As she cried next to Roxie's dead body curled next to her inside the rotting corpse of that bastard she slain, all of a sudden an angel grabbed her from the scruff. The angel let out a hideous mocking laugh as he whispered next to her "Ya think I wouldn't of noticed you weeping there didn't you, mutt? Ahahahahah! You're lucky the 24 hours of bloodshed I'm allowed is over so you get to live one more day, you'll never forget me WILL you?" she shivered in terror as she watched him fly off back to the heavens hoping she would never encounter him ever again.
Next played the memory she loathed, the first time her dad gave her the beating of a lifetime. "Take that you worthless excuse of a brat! You horrid, good for nothing child! After all of this, ha, You'll never forget me will you?" She could do nothing but sob and cry through it as all her beggings for mercy were cruelly ignored, her "mom" if you could call her one, would just sit back and stare, too indifferent and passive to do anything.
As he left the room, Her mom whispered to her "He was just having a bad day sweetheart, wear this shirt to hide the bruises honey, sweetie what would the neighbours think if they found out? He still loves you his boss just treats him like shit" This told her salvation would never come as nobody would ever care enough to save her. Only she could save herself.
Last but certainly not least, it was the most haunting of all the awful memories that replayed, the one she regrets the most. Midnight Fang but as Brianna encouraging Baddie Mothy as Rosemary her first sin, the first stain of her otherwise pure soul. Her first mistake in a series of mistakes that could never be undone as what has been done has been done.
Rosemary softly asked her "I know we've been looking forward to this for a long time and...but what if we get caught? This still counts as murder right?" She shivered with nervousness and fear.
Brianna whispered to her "Don't worry, I know how this will end, we'll be fine, c'mon you love me and you'll do ANYTHING for me right? We'll run away with our friend if we get caught, IF we get caught which we WON'T don't worry about it, I'm the reason your evil woman is gone right? Well fair is only fair. Don't be a drag." Brianna wasn't sure if she really could get away with this this time but she didn't want Rosemary to see her doubts and fears, she wanted to be strong in front of her.
Rosemary shivered, feeling this wasn't right, but fuck it, she was already deep enough down the rabbit hole, no going back now. "Alright...I'll do...it..." She had a feeling the angels would never forgive her for this and eternal damnation was her new home.
Brianna wiped away any tears of guilt from Rosemary's eyes and cheeks and she softly whispered into her ear sweet words of dangerous encouragement "Besides, you'd look REALLY good with a weapon on those hands of yours, especially when this blade in in action"
She planted a soft kiss on her cheek, that made Rosemary's heart flutter. She knew that saying no wasn't an option now. If the angels hated her for this, so be it then. Time to put that knife to usage.
Midnight Fang wept loudly in the shower as these awful memories would replay over and over like a cinema that would never close down. The flames of remorse as she recalled comforting a bloodstained and sad Rosemary after her first evil deed would burn throughout her entire body, getting worse each and every time the memory would replay.
Midnight Fang cried out "I'm so sorry I'm such an awful friend! I wish I chose better...BUT I CAN'T!" She wept for a few minutes more before drying her fur and hair and hopping out of the shower, with Baddie Mothy retreating into her own room to give Midnight Fang a bit of privacy.
She layed in the bed after the aftermath of those memories, still shivering and shaking but she noticed in her pocket she snuck in some Xanax that always helped her, she knew drugs weren't allowed but she ate it anyways. When the medicine kicked in, she felt okay enough to get herself changed and to brush her hair.
When her fur and hair was fully dried with a hair dryer, all nice and new, all clean and sparkly, she brushed her now perfect hair and she got herself changed into a new outfit she picked out at the Mall that one time. She picked the black short sleeved jacket with black and red striped armwarmers, black tanktop with a red frilled skirt with ripped black thigh-high length tights and a purple spiked choker collar around her neck. She looked at her outfit she chose in the mirror and she thought "Damn, I love this outfit! I hope Baddie Mothy thinks its cool too!"
Midnight Fang knocked on Baddie Mothy's door literally next door to hers and said "Open the door sweetie, I'm ready! I feel a lot better after all that medicine and stuff!" Baddie Mothie opened the door and said "Hi Midnight, glad you-WOOOOOW! Nice outfit! It looks so good, where did you get it from?"
"Eh from the Mall down the road, its a humongous place its so cool! You have to come down to the Mall! You could pick out a cool outfit at the shop there!" Midnight Fang chirped to Baddie Mothie!
"I will, lets go to the Mall after lunch! But before that I wanna ask you, why were you crying in the bath, are you alright?" Baddie Mothy gave her a huge hug.
"I'm fine, just felt sick in my tummy from all that booze, ha! Don't worry nothing is bothering me anymore! Now lets watch some funny TV and then eat lunch!" Midnight Fang chirped as Baddie Mothy replied with "Okay then..." She decided to wait for the truth to come out when Midnight was ready for that.
