It has been (heh) a couple of days since the Doctor arrived at the Hotel. And things weren't going as Charlie planned.
While she was rather calm when she explained to the Doctor how they only had six months before the new Extermination, she was in reality a nervous wreck about it. So, she went to the balcony to relax a little. The Doctor was also there, looking at Pentagram City.
"Oh, hello, Charlie." the Doctor smiled. "Didn't hear you coming here."
"Yeah..." She went next to the Doctor. "I wanted to take some fresh air."
"You know, by looking at this place..." said the Doctor, "I wonder if I'm dead or not."
"Well, you don't look like other Sinners here," said Charlie.
"That's true, but all the things that happened to me before I landed here make me think otherwise." the Doctor explained. "I was supposed to crash landing on Earth, instead here I am."
"Crashing? You mean with that blue box?" Charlie asked.
"Well, it's a long story." said the Doctor, "I'll tell you one day, it's quite funny."
Suddenly, something hit the Hotel, again.
The two looked into the sky and saw a heavily armed black snake-looking zeppelin.
Inside it, a snake-like demon wearing a pin-striped black suit and a top hat laughed like a hammy villain. His name? Sir Pentious.
"Show yourself, Alasssstor! Come and face my wrath!" He said.
Alastor, smiling as usual, went outside the hotel via the now-damaged wall and looked at the zeppelin. "Hello! Who are you?"
"Who am I?! WHO AM I?!" Sir Pentious was offended. "I am the great SSSSir Pentioussss, inventor, architect of destruction, Villain Extraordinaire!"
"What's going on?" the Doctor, followed by Charlie and the others, went outside.
"Oh, nothing to be alarmed of, Doctor." said Alastor, "Just a mere nuisance."
"A Nuisssance?! How dare you! When I've ssslain you, the all mighty Vees will finally acknowledge me as their equal!"
"Huh, who?" the Doctor was puzzled.
"You don't know...Who the Vees are?" Said Vaggie.
"I just arrived here, remember?" The Time Lord justified themselves.
"Right." Vaggie corrected herself. "To put it simply, they're a trio of powerful Overlords that control the Social Media, Television and Pornography industries. The Overlords are a group of Sinners who have several souls under their grip and have a kind of monopoly over a certain industry, Alastor has a monopoly over Radio."
"However, you shouldn't worry about the Vees, my dear fellow. They're nobody important." Alastor snapped his fingers, and several black tentacles came out from a black-and-green portal and started shaking Sir Pentious' zeppelin like a pair of maracas.
Sir Pentious was panicking, and Alastor was having the time of his life.
"Well, that was unexpected." the Doctor was baffled.
The zeppelin exploded and Pentious fell to the ground.
"Thank you for yet another forgettable experience." Alastor grinned.
"Thank you...FOR LETTING YOUR GUARD DOWN! AHHA!" Sir Pentious ripped a piece of Alastor's coat with his tail: Worst mistake of his afterlife.
One explosion later, Alastor calmed down.
"Oh dear!" He said. "It appears I have to pay a visit to my tailor once again, toodles, folks!"
"Hold on!" said Vaggie, "Alastor, we need your help fixing this!"
"Yeah, we need a wall," said Angel.
Alastor snapped his fingers and several carpenter shadow demons appeared.
The smiling demon left, and the Doctor noticed a blue drone with a red "V" flying around as if it was spying on them.
The Doctor pointed his sonic screwdriver at it, causing it to explode.
"What's that?" asked Charlie.
The Doctor inspected the remains of the drone. "Looks like someone was spying on us. Does the name 'VoxTek' ring a bell?"
"It's the corporation owned by Vox, a member of the Vees," Vaggie explained.
"Interesting..." said the Doctor, looking at the city. "How interesting indeed..."
In the city, several screens were showing adverts for products and shows all made by VoxTek.
"VoxTek: Trust us with your money!"
"This week's episode of "Yeah, I Fucked Your Sister, So What?" is brought to you by VoxTek. Trust us with your entertainment!"
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Inside a room full of large monitors, a demon was laughing maniacally, absorbing the static electricity caused by the various consumers. He was tall had a flat-screen TV as his head and was wearing a navy blue tuxedo and red bowtie, similar to Alastor's outfit. His name was Vox, CEO of Voxtek and Overlord of Television.
"NOW THAT'S GOOD TELEVISION!" Vox said.
He soon had an incoming call from Velvette, Overlord of Social Media and fellow Vee. Vox transferred it to one of his screens.
Velvette had a doll-like appearance, she had long curly red-ish-white-dark blue hair tied into a large ponytail. She was wearing a pinkish dress and a grey coat over it.
"Hello, Velvette!" said Vox, drinking a cup of coffee. "Are you doing in this hellish morning?"
"Cut the bullshit, Vox." Velvette spoke with a Cockney accent, "I need you up here right now!"
"What's wrong, my dear?" Vox asked.
"Your little boy toy is wrecking up my department while I was trying to put up a show-"
Velvette was interrupted by the screams of terror of her workers as they ran away from an enraged Valentino, fellow Vee and Overlord of the Pornographic Industry.
"Just get your ass here NOW, Vox!" Velvette closed the call.
Vox's smile immediately turns into a frown, as he headed to the lift. "Here I go, coming for yet another fuckin' day with life...Fuck my life."
On another floor, Vox arrived at Velvette's department, where everything seemed in order and without Valentino in sight.
Velvette was choosing the outfits for the show.
"Ugh. No. Unacceptable. You're fired. What is this? Wrist ruffles?! Is this 1750?! BURN IT like the witches who wore it!" She yelled.
"Velvette!" said Vox. "Oh, I see you're busy, where's our hot-headed friend?"
"Up in his room, waiting for his flat-faced prince to give him a kiss." Velvette snarkly said.
"And what made him so...Heated-up, today?" Vox said.
"Who knows?" Velvette checked her phone, "You better go check the piss baby, if you want to know, now shoo!"
Vox obliged and went to Valentino's room, filled with red smoke. The Moth Demon noticed Vox and stood up enraged.
"Fucking FINALLY!" He said, drinking. "Can you believe it? THE UNGRATEFUL WHORE!"
Valentino threw the drink at Vox, who dodged it, causing the drink to shatter on the door.
"Which...Whore are we talking about?" Vox calmly asked.
"Who else could I be talking about?!" Valentino said. "Angel Dust! That slut walked out from me! ME! I fucking made him!"
"Oh, Did Angel quit?" Vox asked, checking his smartphone.
"Worse, he MOVED!" Valentino threw Vox's phone to the wall. "He thinks he can walk in here, work, and then go home somewhere else?! Can you believe that?! He thinks he can run off and shack up with Lucifer's bimbo daughter!" He went to the closet.
"Angel lives with Lucifer's daughter?" Vox raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, that bitch Chuckie or Chandler - I don't know, something mannish like that." Val took a pair of guns from the closet.
Vox chuckled, "What are you doing, Val? You're not going there." He said with a furious yet calm tone.
"I'm gonna show that slippery twink who owns him, I swea-"
"V̴̮̅̒̈́̃͒͠A̵̢̜̔͛̅̌̏́̓̇́L̶̛̛͉̬̱͇͖̦̯̰̣̑̀̄͆̕.̷͍͚̄̃" Vox grabbed the Moth demon by the collar, furious.
He quickly calms down. "Think about it. our brand image is perfection, what do you think chasing whores around the town will do to it?"
"Huh...Fuck it up?"
"Ding Ding Ding! Correct!" said Vox. "Do you want people thinking you can't control your employees?"
"Huh...No?"
"Precisely. Don't worry, he's still under contract, he's not going anywhere! So, the right thing you should do is..."
"...Do nothing?"
"Great idea! That's why they pay you big bucks!" said Vox with a mocking tone.
"Ow...But I wanted to shoot someone..." Valentino complained.
"Want me to summon the lowest earners of this month?" Vox grinned.
"Oh, you know me so well." Valentino laughed. "You know, Angel isn't the only one at that rusty hotel with the Devil's princess. The Radio Demon is there."
Vox started glitching at the mention of his archnemesis' title. "Hah...What did you say?"
"You heard me," Valentino said. "See it for yourself."
Vox looked at the monitors, showing what happened at the Hotel: Alastor destroying Sir Pentious' zeppelin, Angel flirting with Alastor's shadow demons, etc...
"There it is! Look how he flirts with that guy!" Valentino turned to Vox, who concentrated on Alastor leaving, as the screen glitched. Saying that the TV Demon was furious would be an understatement.
"That fucker is back!" He said. "It's been 7 years, goddamnit!"
"What, you're still pissed he almost beat you that time?" Valentino teased.
"Oh, fuck you!" Vox counterattacked. "Things have changed a lot since he left town!"
"That's for sure," said Valentino.
"I'm gonna show who's really in charge of things now!"
Cut to Vox announcing the entire Pride Ring Alastor's return, and how much the TV Demon doesn't care about it and is preoccupied at all! Along with the immediate verbal annihilation the moment Alastor's broadcast starts.
So, later, the Vees held an emergency meeting on how to deal with Alastor.
"So, we have a problem. Alastor is getting close with the Princess of Hell, we have to find a way to make sure that that smiling freak doesn't make a deal with her!" said Vox.
"And...How are we exactly supposed to do?" asked Velvette.
"Put something inside them. That's how I get the bitches to behave." Valentino proposed.
"Hmm...That could work, having a mole at the Hotel. Do you think Angel would do that?" Vox asked.
"Tsk! That prick wouldn't even answer my calls!" said Valentino.
"We'd need something that Little Miss Bleeding Heart would take in, someone desperate, pathetic, that doesn't have any ties with us..."
Vox had a realisation, and remembering what he saw hours ago, he grinned.
"I think I have a great idea..."
Meanwhile, at the Hotel, Vaggie returned exhausted after trying to find new potential guests after the panic of the new Extermination.
"Welcome back!" the Doctor, wearing a work apron over his outfit, said with a smile.
"So, how did it go?" Angel asked.
"Not a single recruit." Vaggie collapsed on the couch.
"It's okay, we can try later." the Doctor reassured her.
Angel chuckled. "Of course, you didn't find anything? Who would want to spend their final moments not fucking or fighting?"
Someone knocked on the door.
"Speak of the Devil...Heh." the Doctor chuckled. He and Vaggie went to check. The Doctor opened the door: It was Sir Pentious.
"Why, hell-" Pentious couldn't even finish the sentence that Vaggie punched him in the face and pointed her spear at him.
"Wait wait wait wait!" the Doctor blocked her before she could do more damage. "Maybe he's not hostile now."
"Exactly! I've come in peace!" said Sir Pentious, slightly panicking.
Vaggie sighed. "What do you want?"
"Something's wro-" Charlie arrived at the door and noticed Pentious, "Oh, hi again!"
"I didn't come looking for a fight." Pentious explained, "I uh... I heard that you're helping people, people who want to...Be better?"
Charlie's eyes sparkled with joy. "You heard right! Welcome to our home of healing, our resort of restoration, our-"
"Are you fuckin' kidding me?!" Angel objected. "This guy tried to kill us 6 hours ago and you want to let him in?!"
"I agree, it's not exactly the best move." said the Doctor.
"Of course, I want to!" said Charlie, "This place is about second chances, and who deserves one more than this slithery... slippery... Special little man!"
"Well..."
Charlie gave Vaggie's puppy-dog eyes, making the grey-skinned Demon give in almost immediately.
"...I guess he's not that much of a threat without his zeppelin," said Vaggie.
Pentious smiled.
"...Or with his zeppelin."
Pentious frowned.
"Thank you thank you thank you thank you!" Charlie hugged Vaggie. She took Pentious' hand and dragged him inside. "Sir Pentious, Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!"
"Thank you, dear, I'm sure you won't regret it..."
"Let's keep an eye on him." the Doctor whispered to Angel and Vaggie. The two nodded.
Charlie gave Pentious a tour of the Hotel, with the same level of excitement of a child on Christmas Day.
"We're excited, aren't we?" the Doctor chuckled, amused by the demonic princess' childishness.
"Oh, sorry, I'm just so happy - Our first guest at the Hotel?"
"Hey!" Angel objected. "Then what the hell are we?!"
"Well, the Doctor isn't exactly a Sinner, and you are an important part of our family," Charlie explained. "But, Angel, you-"
"Constantly make us look bad, sexually harass the staff, and have literally never once tried to improve," said Vaggie, coldly.
"...What she means is: It's nice to have a Sinner that cares for once." Charlie tried to do damage control, despite accidentally doing the complete opposite, hurting Angel's feelings.
The Doctor noticed that. "You're okay there?"
"...Yeah, don't worry," said Angel.
Alastor arrived in the main hall.
"Ah, Pentious, this is Alastor, our facility manager!" said Charlie. "I'm sure you remember each other."
"Ah, yes! You're the one who ruined my coat!" said Alastor. He grinned with malicious intent. "I definitely remember you now."
Pentious gulped. Charlie noticed that and tried to do Damage Control.
"Ooookay, here's our first lesson! "How to apologize!"" She said, "The first step to becoming a better person is to admit when you are wrong, why don't you give it a try?"
Pentious cleared his throat. "Mr uhm.. Radio Demon sir, please forgive me for attacking you and ruining your very lovely coat.. uhm.. here." He handed to the Radio Demon the piece of red fabric.
"Oh-ho! Not many people have been able to take even this much off me, it must have meant quite a lot to you." Alastor, like the prankster he is, burned it, leaving Charlie and Pentious flabbergasted.
Later, everyone (minus Alastor) met in the Main Hall.
"Now, with a new resident, I think it's important we all get to know each other! So we are going to play a little game." said Charlie, "Everyone, follow me:
"My name is Charlie," She clapped twice, "I like to sing!" she did it again, "And when we get to know each other it's the greatest thing!" She clapped once again.
The other residents were...Puzzled by the infernal princess' childish game, especially the Doctor, who was rather amused.
"My name's Sir Pentious..." He clapped twice slowly, "I like to build," he did it again, "And despite my stupid Egg Bois, I think I'm very skilled!" He did it once again.
"Okay, my turn!" said the Doctor. "So: I am the Doctor," He clapped twice, "The Time Lords are my race," He did it again, "And my favourite thing to do is travel through Time and Space!"
Then, it was Angel's turn, who refused to do it.
"...This is stupid." He said.
"This- is not- stupid!" Charlie clapped twice, "It's just a game!" She did it again, Pentious and the Doctor did it well so now please try to do the same!"
The spider demon sighed. "I'm too sober for this."
"Well, get used to it and learn how to play, this is gonna be your whole day!" Vaggie clapped twice.
Then, it was time for some Theatre! Starring Angel Dust and Sir Pentious as an innocent child, eating a comically-large lollipop.
"'Oh, I'm a bad man on the streets who never got enough hugs, now, where's an innocent kid I can sell crack to?'" Angel read the script with a "Kill me" expression on his face. "Wow, who wrote this?"
"It's great isn't it?" Charlie commented with pride. "Keep going!"
"...' Hey you.'" said Angel.
"'Who, me?'" said Pentious.
"'Yeah, you look like a kid who could use some...Devil's dandruff?' Oh, for fuck's sake." Angel was tired.
"'Not me! I have to go home and study!'" said Pentious.
"'Come on kid, it'll make you cool like me...The Crackhead.'" said Angel.
"'The only cool thing here is to say no to drugs!'" said Pentious, "' Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to not have sexual intercourse before marriage!'"
Charlie stood up and applauded. "Yes! Yes! Bravo! Bravo! At this rate, you'll be redeemed in no time!"
"Oh, thank you! Thank you!" said Pentious.
"I'm...I'm going to bed." Angel left.
As Charlie kept complimenting Pentious, the Doctor noticed the spider demon's saddened expression and followed him.
In Angel's room, he laid down on the bed and listened to the several voicemails sent to him by Valentino.
These voicemails were...Creepy, his tone constantly changed between the friendly to the violent.
"Angel baby, come home! It's not the same without you here, I miss you! Come back-"
"ANGEL, YOU BITCH! IF YOU DON'T COME HOME, YOU'LL BE FUCKING GREASY TRUCKERS FOR THE NEXT YEAR-"
"Hey, amorcito, I didn't mean to yell, but you know how crazy you make me-"
"YOU FUCKING SLUT!"
"Hey, Angie! About earlier-"
"-KILL YOUR WHOLE FUCKIN' FAMILY!"
"Work's really stressful!"
"-LITTLE COCKSUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!"
Angel put the phone away. He could still hear Valentino's threatening voice.
"You actually think you can change? Addict trash like you doesn't change. I'll see you soon, baby."
Angel's pet, a little demonic pig named Fat Nuggets, climbed on his bed.
"Not now," said Angel.
Then, he heard someone knocking.
"...Whaddya want?" Angel asked.
"It's me, the Doctor." said the Time Lord, "You didn't look well when you went to your room, are you okay?"
"...Leave me alone, I'm fine," said Angel.
"We can have a drink together if you want." the Doctor smiled.
"..." Angel came out of his door. "Heh, sure, why not?"
"Brilliant."
The two went to the bar to drink something until they heard some noises coming out from another room. The two went to investigate and found Pentious hiding a VoxTek video camera on a shelf.
The Doctor cleared his throat, notifying (and alarming) Pentious of their presence.
While the Time Lord was rather calm, Angel was furious.
"You slippery little shit!" He said, "You're working for the Vees? I fucking knew there was something shitty about you!"
"I don't know what are you talking about...Whorebug!" said Pentious, smug.
Angel was going to jump on him in a fit of rage, but the Doctor was faster.
"AI TAVICH!" He jabbed his thumb in the region of Pentious' collarbone, immobilising him.
"What have you done?" Angel asked, surprised by the Doctor's move.
"Venusian Aikido, it's been a while since I used it. And looks like it works on dead people, too." the Doctor explained.
Charlie and Vaggie (the latter being armed with her trusty spear), woken up by the noise, arrived in the room.
"What happened?" Charlie asked, yawning.
"That little bitch is a traitor!" Angel pointed at Sir Pentious.
"Indeed, it appears the Vees had spied on us, and used Pentious as their agent." the Doctor explained with more polite terms.
"Preposterous!" Pentious objected. "I would never betray you, you...Are my best friends!" He hugged Charlie and Vaggie.
"Oh, yeah? Explain this, then!" Angel showed the camera.
Charlie was shocked, and Pentious began to panic.
"Abort! Abort! S.O.S.!" said Pentious, talking to his VoxTek wristwatch, "Agent Pentious in need of immediate evacuation!"
Vox picked up the call.
"Pentious?" He said, "Wait... you were caught?! It hasn't even been, a day!"
"Please! You've got to get me out of here!" said Pentious, desperate.
Vox laughed. "I can't believe we thought you could handle even something this simple! Do us a favour, if they don't kill you, go ahead and do it yourself! YOU MISERABLE FAILURE!" He closed the call.
Pentious was...Completely broken. He fell to the ground in a fetal position. "Please, make it quick..." He cried, "Even if I don't deserve it..."
"With pleasure," said Vaggie.
Before she could do anything, the Doctor lowered her spear. "Better not." He said.
"Pentious?" said Charlie. She lent her hand to him and started singing.
"It starts with sorry,"
Pentious blinked puzzled, still weeping.
"That's your foot in the door."
"One simple sorry, spoken straight from your core."
"The path to forgiveness, is a twisting trail of hearts!"
"But sorry is where it starts!"
"Who could forgive a dirtbag like me?" Pentious joined, "I don't deserve your amnesty..."
"Can't we just kill him?" Angel and Vaggie joined too, "Shoot him and spill his blood?"
"Killing people fixes nothing, you know?" the Doctor joined.
"It does for us!"
"But who hasn't been in his shoes? It starts with sorry!"
"Sorry..." Pentious said.
"Dig down deeper and say one sincere sorry!"
"I'm so sorry!"
"And your journey's underway!"
Charlie and Pentious sang together. "It'll take time to cover your/my vast multitude of sins,"
"But sorry is where it begins. It starts with sorry."
The Doctor smiled and clapped, while Vaggie and Angel were slightly annoyed. "Well done, Charlie, well done." said the Time Lord. "And welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, Sir Pentious, this time for real."
"Thank you for ssssparing me..." said Pentious. "You will not regret it."
"Let's get some rest now," said Charlie. Everyone went to their rooms.
Alastor entered instead and took Pentious' wristwatch, and with his usual malevolent smile, he contacted Vox with that.
"WHAT?!" said Vox with fear, after realising Alastor was calling.
"You'll have to try harder than that next time, Ö̴͇̀͘l̶̨̧̧̜̫͕̱̥̲̯̉̒̓͗'̶͈̣̓̃̎ ̴͈̰̓̀̾̈́̑̃͜͝͠p̴̧͆̈́̏͑̆̈́̚â̷̧̘͕̊͗͆̀̍͗͑͜l̶̝̙̪̩͕̻̱̊͗͐̓̂͗̇͂͗̑͜͜͝!̷̗̞̘͇̊̐̇̈́͑̊̉̔̈́͘" said Alastor. He crushed the watch with his bare hand and left the room, laughing.
-To Be Continued-