FLASHBACK:
Earlier that day, more sinners looking for redemption lined up from the bend of Charlie's hotel to book for accomodation.
While some demons immediately went to Husk's bar for a drink, some were at the receptionist desk getting their room keys from the bellhop, Cherri Bomb.
"Alright there sunshine." she said in an Australian accent. "I'll just place you in Room 712 and your path to redemption shall begin."
She then tossed the room key to a piranha-like sinner with not only knives on his fins as fingers, before lifting the last of his luggage onto a trolley and handing it to Vaggie, who began pushing it up the ramp and through the corridors as he followed her.
Just then...
"Hello new friend!" Charlie suddenly appeared in front of the piranha with a toothy smile.
"Whoa! Your Highness!" he chuckled in a little surprise. "Kinda scared the shit outta me for a moment."
"Oh sorry sir, I can't help it. A hotelier's job." smiled Charlie some more, as the two started walking through the corridor together. "It's just so fun to finally see 'more' other demons here. I promise, we here will make your stay of redemption worth your while, if that's what you want."
"Ah, to be honest, I haven't felt a scene of kindness like this since ending up in this... here-hole to begin with." replied the piranha demon.
"...If you don't mind me asking; how did you end up in this here-hole?"
"Well, after my dad sold the remaining profits of our family's shut-down summer camp and turned it into a soda fountain, the camp's bratty kids that I went to school with ratted me and turned me into its booing stock." the sinner explained. "One day, while I was sitting where the camp was, they came to make fun of me more, until I locked them into its old shed of asbestos."
Charlie had a blank look on her face hearing all of this.
"The same shed that one of them hired three leprechauns to kill me in." he then finished. "No, no, imp! I meant, imps! What a foolish laddie I was, calling them that back then."
"Imps? T-That's impossible." scoffed Charlie. "Imps aren't as mischievous as to cause murder and mayhem on Earth."
"Au contraire, ma petit Charlotte." said Alastor the radio demon in his static voice, coming from the darkness of the halls. "Our new friend may not be as foolish as he calls himself."
Vaggie then stopped the trolley and stood next to Charlie. "Alastor, what the hell are you talking about?"
"Tell me, do you two remember the little... mutt of a hellhound that invaded our project?" he then asked. "What was the owner's name again...?"
"Uh, Blitzø? With the silent O?" replied Charlie confusingly.
"It appears that some of the imps in this realm aren't as properly labelled as we think." explained Alastor further. "I did some research on them since that night, and I think I might've found something... quite... seductive, to our cause."
"Wait, what is this I.M.P of theirs again?" asked the princess.
"Come. Let me show." the radio demon then held his hand out for Charlie's and she took it following him, as Vaggie just stood there, unable to shake the feeling something was wrong again.
FLASHBACK ENDS
The shot then showed Charlie with the nervous expression still on her face, while the rest of the Hazbin crew showed sterner looks at the I.M.P gang, who were just as nervous seeing them after getting a meeting call.
"Uh, g-good to be back so soon, Your Highness." chuckled Blitzø in a stammer. "...Or do I still get to call you that?"
"Not, when she knows what you've been doing!" seethed Angel. "We all do! LIAR!"
"W-W-Wait, we can explain!" the boss tried defending.
"Esto es por el infierno por el que nos hiciste pasar!" Vaggie screamed in Latin as she charged at Blitzø with her Exorcist-tipped spear.
The two began fighting about with Blitzø grabbing out his flint and constantly trying to shoot her like a maniac, while Vaggie sliced the bullets with the spear.
"Vaggie!" shouted Charlie.
As the fight went on, Angel crept up behind Moxxie rubbed his waist with his two lower arms.
"Hey there, daddy." he purred. "Free by any chance?"
"Hey, hey, whoa!" Moxxie then backed up. "My dad says I'm bi, but I am a married man!"
Millie then felt a lot of chills go up her body, as something ran fast around her. She then tripped it to see it was Niffty, the little but deadly cyclops housekeeper of the hotel.
"Get the hell off me, you adorable little shit!" she exclaimed.
As she watched, Loona was then held by a yowling Husk, holding an empty broken beer bottle up to her neck.
"Well, well, funny we meet again, mutt!" he grunted.
"Excuse me?! Don't you dare fucking touch me!" she growled.
Charlie continued watching the mayhem until she had enough. "Everyone stop it RIGHT NOW!" she screeched like an eagle, revealing her devil horns, tail, and fangs.
The entire fight then stopped with everyone looking at her in shock, while Blitzø fired his flint one more time in another direction.
Taking a couple of deep breaths, Charlie then calmed back down returning to her normal form.
"Listen. I know how... nervous we're feeling at the moment." she explained. "But I brought you four here to discuss it, not to kill you over it."
"But Charlie! What about what they've been doing?" protested Vaggie.
"I know they may be contributing to what we're against, but can't we just hear them out on their part, Vaggie?" continued Charlie.
"Contributing? To what?" asked Millie.
"Guess we'll find out soon enough." replied Loona flatly.
The two gangs walked back into the hotel with the I.M.P crew being the last to enter. Soon, they heard the door shut and looked behind them to see Razzle and Dazzle.
Razzle & Dazzle were two fluffy baby-dragon like creatures who looked like pets, but served as the Morningstar family's servants.
"Uhh, hello good sirs." Moxxie slowly waved to them, before the dragon demons flew fast around them as their way of dry-cleaning their clothes to make them feel at home.
Loona though surprised didn't feel threatened by this at all. Normally, she'd be like a grizzly bear if anyone even got too close, even without cubs.
Soon, the two were finished with the dry-cleaning, and as the crew's eyes soon stopped spinning, Blitzø then snapped out of it to see some more servant-like demons.
The egg-bois! Little cartoon-like eggs wearing vests and top-hats with sharp but funny smiles.
"Oh! Those are our egg-bois!" Charlie called out to the crew. "They'll be happy to take any weapons, just in case!"
"Okay..." Blitzø groaned as he and the imps handed their weapons to the eggs.
Moxxie took the longest considering how many weapons he had stuffed inside his blazer. Many of them brutal.
"Ooh..." one of the egg-bois said looking inside the bullet-hole of one of the guns.
Soon, feeling fresh, tidy, and a little dizzy, the two dragons then pointed I.M.P to the couch next to the bar.
"Thank you kindly." smiled Millie courteously.
"So... anyone who wants a drink can grab one on the house at the bar." Charlie said in a kind, yet nervous, smile.
"Meh. I can drink. Not too much though." shrugged Loona.
Husk then served her a glass of wine and handed it to her in mild surprise. "My, my. Look who's changed. I just assumed you were a level three addict with all that L, S, and D."
"Well, mostly, I am." stammered Loona, thinking about Balin. "But it's complicated. I am 22-years-old after all. Ya know, a celebratory moment."
Shrugging, Husk handed her a twelve-pack of drinks to serve with everyone. Booze and beer for I.M.P, wine and champagne for the Hazbins.
As the meeting started, everyone just stared at each other in an awkward silence again.
"So..." Millie began, tapping her knees with her fingers. "This here's the Hazbin Hotel we've heard so much about."
"I gotta say, it's way bigger in person." added Moxxie.
"Indeed. After the extermination, you know the rest." said Vaggie flatly.
"Listen, I may have some understanding of why you called us." spoke Blitzø professionally and in nerves. "But whatever it is, I definitely know there ain't no targets involved."
"Targets. Such an ironic word." continued Vaggie sarcastically, before seething. "Ironic, since we now know some of the currently-rehabilitated are sinners sent to Hell BY YOU!"
"By us?" Blitzø stammered, now understanding why they're here.
"Don't play stupid with us, Mr. BlitzO!" yelled Vaggie again.
"With all due respect Ms., if we wanted to play stupid, I'd do so with Arthur SpiderDick over there." Moxxie nudged to Angel Dust.
"He's not wrong." Angel thens showed off his four arms. "Sluts do go completely ya-ya over these big babes."
"Be as it may... what my girlfriend's trying to say is that..." Charlie began speaking. "You guys know this hotel is everything, including me. A spitting image of what I believed in, watching everything in Hell as my father's little girl more than his little princess."
"I don't wanna be a bummer, but let me guess, is it the... exterminations?" asked Blitzø anxiously.
"Yes it is." replied Charlie. "But do you know why they keep on coming back?"
"Over-population!" Vaggie snapped her fingers with an impatiently distrusting look at the gang.
"Thanks babe." Charlie chuckled nervously, as she tried to keep her smile. "...And we've seen that your company has been a rather exemplary influence to it."
She may have been the princess of Hell, but Charlie still had her standards and desires as well as her logic, like a normal princess.
"Don't worry, Your Highness. No offence is taken at all in this." sympathised Moxxie. "We totally understand just as you do. Or at least, me and my wife are seemingly the only ones."
"Yet, we've seen your work history, Snow White hair." Angel spoke seductively again. "All those missions you've proved otherwise on together. You two make quite the bridle, don't ya?"
"Well, we are one-year married, so... can't keep this jungle cat tamed." Millie swung her arm modestly.
"MILLIE!"
"What? Name one person you've been in that kind of trance with. Besides, Chaz!" Millie then raised her eyebrow at her husband teasingly.
"Why do I suddenly feel ashamed agreeing with you?" he rubbed his shoulder in a blush, as Loona snickered at him.
"And then, there's another thing." Vaggie pressed on. "Missions taken in the most unexpected of places. What places are they? They vary from moment to moment, but where *are* these places, you may ask? The FUCKING MORTAL REALM!"
"Shhhh! Not so loud, honey!" whispered Charlie. "You want the hotel to hear any of this?"
"Yeah. Why have the meeting here if everyone's asleep?" asked Blitzø intervening.
"Ah, the rooms are a couple of levels up. And those demons don't have the strongest hearing." said Niffty as she dusted the couch. "Besides, I took the pleasure of checking, *and WATCHING* and they're fast asleep by now."
The I.M.P gang then leaned away from her shivering.
"Okay... who the fuck is that?" Moxxie then asked the maid.
"Oh, where are my manners?" she chuckled, roughly shaking Blitzø's hand. "Name's Niffty." she then began speaking eerily to each crew member on that couch.
"Why are you not clean?" she spoke to Blitzø. "You don't have anymore weapons, do ya?"
Then Moxxie. "Why do you have white hair? Are you old?" Then Millie. "You smell like French toast. Have you two decided to have children?"
Finally, to Loona. "*Extra creepily* Do you lick your own privates parts...?" That one made Loona gulp in unusual fright.
"Aww, don't worry 'bout her." said Husk. "She's cute and harmless whenever she wants to be, once you get to know her."
"At least we're about... 89% sure." added Cherri Bomb in her Aussie accent.
"Well, what's the other 11%?" asked Loona.
"Not even I could tell, slutty mutt." said Alastor in the shadows, making everyone tense up. "I've known her for many years and she makes 6 look like the new 100."
"WHO SAID THAT?!" jumped Blitzø defensively.
The rest started shivering. They knew who that voice belonged to. "What?" Blitzø tilted his head in confusion.
"Oh, no! No, no, no, no, no, NO!" panicked Moxxie.
"Not him!" added Millie.
"You mean...?" Blitzø then widened his eyes in realisation too. "Oh no!"
Soon, Alastor appeared from behind Blitzø putting his hand on his shoulder, one finger at a time. "Ha-ha! Quite the warm welcoming. You four are a truly creative quartet." he said showing his creepy sharp smile.
The I.M.P gang then stood their ground jumping from the couch.
"Let's make this fast and silent, Alastor!" Blitzø said with his fists prepared. "Considering these are people we've fucked over here, it'd be a good make-up not to wake them up!"
"Fuck yeah!" snarled Loona quietly too. "You may've made the girls scream as the radio demon, but my claws have their ways of making you scream if you lay a single goddamn one of yours on us! Especially me!"
"Oh, little ones, I understand your little causes for tangle and concern, but fear me not. For I come in peace." Alastor then showed three of his fingers, trying to make a piece-sign but making the others pause feeling more confused.
"Uh, Music Man?" said a female voice from afar. "It's two fingers!" she then appeared to be Missi Zilla, making the gang freeze and gasp.
"Christ on a fucking stick!" exclaimed Blitzø.
Alastor then lowered his middle finger to make two fingers for his peace sign. "Is that right, my dear?" he asked Zilla.
"Close enough." she shrugged in response.
"You're the...?" Vaggie stuttered in shock.
"That's right, bitches!" boasted Missi. "Missi Zilla's in the fuckin' building!"
Missi Zilla was definitely a one-of-a-kind anthropomorphic, as she was a dinosaur demon, an overlord, AND now Alastor's girlfriend. He used to have his heart set on one girl, before she caused a little mayhem at the hotel which made him briefly change his mind about her, thanks to his newfound respect of Charlie's dream project. So the two broke up and the radio demon eventually moved on with the dinosaur demon. Or, Zeezi, as he'd call her.
"She's able to fit in the building too, clearly." one of the eggbois then joked to the other one, before they started laughing out loud to each other.
"FRANK! No!" Vaggie quietly exclaimed through her fangs.
"Before I move onto my little piece of evidence, I'd like everyone here to be acquainted with my partner, personally and professionally, the lovely Zeezi."
"W'sup everybody." Zeezi said, before snapping her fingers down at... "Blitzø."
"H-Hey there... Zeezi?" chuckled Blitzø with a wave.
"You mates know each other?" Cherri Bomb then asked him.
"Yep. If there's one town I visit a ton, it's hers." he replied.
"And I hear she's had a certain history with your business." added Alastor. "Which I have to say is a marvellous honour to finally be meeting. Marvellous indeed."
Everyone in I.M.P then shook Alastor's hands a little sheepishly, even Loona.
"I must say, all of you are quite the perfect cream of what you appear to do. Just as I've noticed from my studies." he continued. "Especially you, Sir. Blitzø Buckø. I'm assuming the O's silent there too."
Blitzø stammered at that as he sweated in his presence.
"Hmm... Blitzø, Buckø. Blitzø Buckø. I just love wordplay."
"Does a good vocal warm-up of the ol' radio drama!" his cane then spoke with one eye open, startling the entire I.M.P crew.
"Hold up now. There's something I'm very conflicted by." Moxxie then asked Charlie. "How is he here? I thought Vox killed him or that he disappeared for a long time or some sort."
"He did. But seeing this passion project, he decided to make a well-earned comeback." replied Charlie.
"Well said, my dear." Alastor spoke, patting her fluffy white head like a kitten. "Just after a well-earned sabbatical, if not an exile."
Moxxie then shrugged in response to that.
"Now, I'd like to continue with saying since your boss came about one night for... you, I presume?" Alastor booped Loona's snout, making her bare her teeth and snarl inaudibly as he continued speaking. "I've been intrigued by your model. Sure it clashes with everything Charlie and our jolly band of misfits have set out to fight since our hotel's start, but in that time, I've learnt there's potential in everyone and everything they dare to build or even dream, whether you pretend to see it or not."
"Okay..." Blitzø and Charlie both said at the same time.
"And your business, I see a special potential in it. One that could help us do more than what we already can. Zeezi, what potential did you see when you hired them for a target at said bar?"
"Well it was a long time ago, Music Man." explained Zeezi. "But when dealing with my target, I did manage to see a slither of how they used their skills and brawn to handle such a task without undressing themselves to the... human race..."
She then suddenly stopped to see herself drooling a bit and guzzled down a bottle of booze to help her stop it.
"Hehehehe, sorry. Instincts." she chuckled.
"Keep her, the fuck, away from the kid." Loona leaned over to Blitzø, who nodded just as shocked as she was, before she cleared her throat. "Hey, is there a washroom I can use?"
"Just... down the hall on the right and take the second left." said Charlie.
"Thanks, bimbo." retorted Loona.
With Loona...
As Loona then walked into the dark of the hallway, she decided to lean against the wall and make a quick call to Via and check on how Balin was doing with her. She waited 7 seconds for her to answer until she picked it up.
"Hey, go for it." she answered the phone groggily.
"Hey, it's me." chuckled Loona. "Hope I didn't wake you from a snuggle or anything?"
"Oh shut up."she blushed through the phone, causing Loona to laugh.
"So how's the little guy doing?" Loona asked.
"Aww, he's such a sweetheart." she replied happily. "Really good at playing games, he's so kind to me and my dad, and I showed him the stars."
"Cool, cool." nodded Loona as she listened.
"Say, would you like to see him now?" Via asked Loona, before she turned on FaceTime for Via to show him in her bed, still asleep with her arm wrapped around his waist.
"Aww, Balin." she giggled. "He's too cute for words sometimes."
"Shhhh." Via then shushed him with her finger up to her beak. "So... what's happening, at the princess' hazbin hotel?"
"Oh, you saw that?!" chuckled Loona nervously. "Well, let's just say they've only found out what my dipshit dad's business is all about. Don't worry, we haven't spilt the possessions on Balin."
"Well now, I wish the rest of that journey good luck." whispered Via. "You might need it."
"Please." scoffed Loona teasingly. "With the way things are handling themselves right now, what's the worst that could happen?"
Back with the gangs...
"Anyway, it wasn't until Al here invited me to speak on how he had a point, in seeing what good you guys could be for Hell." continued Zeezi.
"Wait, what exactly are you trying to do, Alastor?" asked Vaggie.
"Well, when I saw your blog, I heard about what happened to you and your sole proprietor, and then it hit me." explained Alastor. "We're two different places in Hell with many similarities. The extermination day attack on the hotel AND the full moon? Happening around an ironic time? I think with those stakes and much more possible to come... I'd like to make us a partnership, I.M.P."
"WHAT?!" exclaimed Blitzø.
"THE?!" exclaimed Charlie and Vaggie.
"FUCK?!" exclaimed the entire gang, as Angel Dust started choking on a bag of cocaine.
Cherri Bomb then gave him a Heimlich manoeuvre and quickly, he coughed it back out of his mouth with the powder gone.
"Man! That'll leave me 5 dozen texts from Val tomorrow." Angel thought out loud, feeling woozy.
"I'd never thought I'd say this, but I feel what he's feeling." said Moxxie. "B-B-But, I mean, we just met you sir, no disrespect, but we don't know for sure if we'd be ready to make a deal like that."
"I agree." Husk replied flatly, as he cleaned a wine glass. "He hasn't even picked up one card yet."
"What did you just say, Husker?" Alastor turned his head grimly to the cat demon at the bar.
"Al, hold on." Zeezi said to him defensively. "Listen guys, I know this sounds bad, but maybe he's changed and onto something."
"Uhh, onto something alright. My asshole!" retorted Blitzø. "Have any of you forgotten what he did? Did he make you forget?"
"With all due respect Ms. Zeezi, a deal like this?" pleaded Vaggie. "How long will it be before he finds themselves in a situation he'll use to his advantage? That kind of idea could lead the human world closer to our doorsteps, let alone Lucifer's! It'll destroy both his dream and Charlie's!"
"Well I trust him, Vaggie." Charlie told her bluntly. "I've made a deal with him before, you were there to see it. Since then, it's proven to be useful without hurting anyone. So maybe the deals he makes now aren't as bad as they used to be?"
"Charlie, maybe for these guys' breed, it still might be!" Husk protested pointing the wine glass to the imps.
"Our BREED?!" the three imps all snarled in offence.
"Okay, I'm back. What'd I miss?" asked Loona as she returned on her phone.
"Your friends recently just got a... *sniff*" Missi's nose then twitched before she could finish, causing the others to look up in confusion. "What is that smell...?"
She then picked up Loona with her hands and began using her acute sense of smell up against her as she began to sweat and the imps sat up straight on the couch in nerves.
"What is it you smell, babe?" asked Alastor.
With one final big sniff, on her phone, she said in a slightly deep voice...
"HUMAN."
The I.M.P gang then gasped as the hazbins slowly turned their heads towards them in even more surprise and confusion than ever.
A/N: See y'all in the next chapter.