AN: Yeah, that song in the last chap ("Get Back Up Again") is from Trolls, but the variant I imagined Naruto singing came from a Camp Camp animatic by Marley Mango. Check it out on YouTube!

Disclaimer: Bonesboy15 doesn't own Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss or Naruto. The following is a written work of fan-fiction. It contains adult language and situations. Reader discretion is advised.

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Destroyer Of Grimalkins

(Gluttony, Miss Addie's Asylum for Hellhounds)

"Bruncle!" Charlie frowned as she watched her family's trusted –er, her family's formerly trusted guard get assaulted by a pack of eager puppies. Aunt Bee grabbed her wrist and Vaggie's and pulled her in an opposite direction. Another room entirely even. The door was shut and blocked by Aunt Bee as she crossed her arms and glared at them. Charlie arched a brow. "Aunt Bee, what are–?"

"Charlie-Pop, zip it." The glare from Aunt Bee's compound eyes was extremely unsettling. At least she hadn't gotten truly spicy yet – sharp claw pointed in Charlie's face as Aunt Bee bared her fangs. "I don't wanna hear you fuckin' pretend that you didn't sneak a fuckin' Angel into my fuckin' Ring and let 'em get close to myPuppies!"

"A what?" Charlie frowned. What in all of Hell was she talking about? Angels couldn't come down to Hell. Not unless they were Exorcists that participated in Extermination Day. But even then, that was only for twenty-four hours, and any that remained afterwards would have to be dealt with by her Dad. She looked at Vaggie for help, only to see that she had frozen up. "Vaggie? Hey, you okay?"

"N...There aren't...How did you–?" Vaggie stammered as she stared at Aunt Bee. The Sin of Gluttony said nothing and only continued to snarl and bare her teeth as her appearance grew 'Spicier' with each stammer that came out of her mouth.

"Vaggie?" Charlie asked, putting a hand on her girlfriend's shoulder in an attempt to reassure her. The soft touch jolted her from her shock and Vaggie looked at her. There was something in her gaze then, something that made Charlie's blood run hot. Not with desire, not like it usually did when they looked into each other's eyes like this, but with anger. No, not anger, anger wasn't this hot. And it was more than just a bit of rage. No, this, she knew from feeling it whenever she was around her 'uncle' Satan for too long.

This was Wrath.

Normally, Charlie could deal with it, but her Pride as Vaggie's girlfriend, as her partner in life and love? To see such fear in that gorgeous, golden eye was almost too much on top of the boiling, painful Wrath she felt. However, Charlie wasn't her father, she didn't like to lose her temper, to lose herself to sin. She got scary when she lost her temper. If Vaggie was scared of her now, she didn't want to see her reaction to Charlie really losing it.

"Aunt Bee." Charlie turned to her Aunt with a scowl. She winced as her power fluctuated and a throb started in her head as her horns threatened to pop out. "You need to let us leave."

"Nuh-uh, Charlie-Pop." Aunt Bee, no, Queen Bee-Lzebub snarled. She pointed a claw down in Charlie's face and her compound eyes glowed with power. "Not 'til one of you fuckin' fess up."

"There isn't anything to 'fess'!" Charlie scowled and took a step toward her Aunt. "I didn't bring an Angel to your Ring. They aren't allowed to be here after Extermination Day!"

"Impudent little Prideful Princess!" Queen Bee let out an angry buzz like a kicked hornet before her claw poked Charlie hard enough to make the Princess of Hell stumble back. The Sin of Gluttony held her gaze for another moment – at least it felt like she did, it was hard to tell with the bug-like eyes Aunt Bee had apparently been born with; those were some gnarly baby photos – before she gestured at the other damned soul in the room. "Your cute little Chickadee has something she wants to tell you, Charlie-Pop. Don't you, Chickadee?"

"What does Vaggie have to do with this Angel nonsense?! She's a Sinner!" Charlie snapped. She glanced at her girlfriend when she saw her flinch. "That's not a bad thing, Vaggie, I don't care-!"

"Charlie-Pop, you're not a fucking idiot." Queen Bee growled again. She crossed her arms and stood up, the dimensions of the room interior warped with her. "If she is a Sinner, then how the fuck is she in my Ring without a visitor Wrist Pass?"

"She-!" Charlie cut herself short. Her mouth moved and no sound came out as her mind cycled that question around. Well, she's a Hellborn then? A natural, First Circle, Pride-born Hellborn. Like Charlie...No, her Dad would have thrown a massive 'fit' if Mom had cheated on him behind his back and then carried a baby to term. And Mom would have..Well, Dad wouldn't be around. Bruncle Naru had shown her the icy mountaintop he would be sent to on occasion when she started acting out under his watch.

"I'll leave your misbehaving ass here for a few hours. You won't die, but you will learn to behave yourself, Charlie."

Tough Love was her Bruncle's bread and butter. Dad was too easily swayed by repeated pleas, and Mom was too tired to keep having arguments. But that memory had been brought up to trigger another. A moment where, after she and her parents argued about her separation from Seviathan von Eldritch, she had a one on one with her Bruncle.

"Alright, alright, stop crying on me. You're gonna make my thigh all crinkled and gross and then I'll have to find somewhere to shower without your parents thinking I have fleas again." Bruncle Naru grimaced as he wiped at the place on his leg she'd been using as both a cushion and hankie. Charlie, eighteen and freshly separated from the one she thought to be her first and only love, let out a watery giggle as his ears flattened and he wiped at the spot. "Ugh, I thought we left the mucus-y tears behind after you stopped tripping over yourself whenever you ran?"

"You mean when I was four?" Charlie sniffled and smiled at him. He huffed and wiped her residual boogers that he'd gotten on his hand onto her face. "Ew! Naru, that's disgusting!"

"How do you think I feel?" He snorted and turned to lounge on the windowsill. He twisted his right hand and a pipe appeared out of thin air. The long thin pipe had a golden capped end that he then filled with something from a tiny pouch he kept hidden 'behind her ear'. Stupid pocket dimension magic, once Charlie figured that out herself– "Hey, can I get a light?"

"You shouldn't smoke that stuff, Bruncle." Charlie frowned and he rolled his eyes.

"Kid, your parents are stressed. That means I'm stressed. And frankly, I don't need whatever relief they want to get into tonight." Translation: tonight's activities were beyond her Bruncle's comfort zone. Gross. "So just do me a solid and light my pipe?"

"Fine." Charlie sighed and held a flaming thumb up under the cap. He puffed a few times before he sighed and relaxed

"You're a good kid, Charlie. You trust a lot. There's nothing wrong with that," he said as she curled up next to him on the cushioned seat that was beneath him. His clawed hand stroked over her hair and he took a deep puff of whatever substance it was that he smoked – it wasn't tobacco or weed as far as she knew, but it smelt really, really weird; like her mother's garden if it were set on fire – before he exhaled it out and smiled down at her. "You just have to trust a little less sometimes. Get to know someone well enough that you're sure they'd die for you before you offer them the keys to your parents' favorite getaway mansion."

"But I thought he was that. He just kept using me for my status and he was so–Ugh, I still can't believe he said that to my face!"

"Yeah, slimeballs like that tend to make use of their 'good' looks and wicked tongues." Bruncle snorted as he huffed another bit of his pipe. He let two long streams of smoke race out from his nostrils and his eyes closed as he sucked them back in. Another content sigh left his lips. "Look, maybe the next time you want to get into a relationship, find yourself someone in a gutter or something. Someone who needs to depend on you. You can call the shots then. Gives you more control that way."

"...Dad told you to tell me that, didn't he?"

"Course he did. Why do you think I'm smoking for, Kiddo? Just because of a little stress? Nah, I need to loosen up a bit to let that lie come out a little more naturally. Don't get me wrong, your dad's a smart bastard in many ways, but when it comes to dating? Pfft, the Pride of Hell is a total fucking dumbass. Trust me, I was there to see him slip up every step he made trying to woo your mom. But those are stories best left for later days," Bruncle Naru sighed and dumped his burnt pipe before he looked down to meet her gaze. "Look, Char, your ex-boyfriend was a douche, I smelt it the second I laid eyes on him, and your mother knew he'd break your heart. That's okay, though. It's a milestone we all have to get past."

"Even you?" She asked. Bruncle Naru mulled on his pipe for a good minute and his stroking hand atop her head stopped.

"Yeah. Even me." The protector of The Morningstars flicked the pipe in his hands away in a flare of light. He picked her up like he would when she was much smaller and carried her to her bed. "C'mon. You got an entire day of moping and anguish ahead of you tomorrow. Sleep off the crushed heart tonight and brace yourself for it, alright?"

Charlie shook herself from the memory and looked at Vaggie. More intently, her brows furrowed together before she cupped her hands over her mouth. It was faint, nearly impossible to perceive in natural light, but with Aunt Bee's unique physiology illuminating the room with her Spice, she could see it. There was a slight scar above the choker around Vaggie's neck.

It was the same place where her father had a faint scar. The place where the Heavenly Angels Location Ornament would rest since the start of their creation. The device that allowed them to be monitored and rescued or recalled by The Almighty should the need arise. The device that would burn to ash upon being cast down.

The revelation had Charlie take a step away. Her girlfriend, this wonderful, supportive creature she'd given her heart and bore her soul to...

"Charlie..?" Vaggie took notice of the step and weakly reached for her. "Charlie, please. L-let me explain?"

"...You're a FallenAngel?"

"I...Yes." Vaggie hung her head. "I am."

"You...Vaggie, why didn't you–?"

"And there's the confirmation I need." Queen Bee nodded before she shrank down, the room returning to size before she crossed her arms. Aunt Bee zipped over to get in Charlie's face, with a frown still present on her own. She took a deep breath and put her hands on Charlie's shoulders. "I'm sorry, Charlie, but I can't let you take a puppy home with you today. It's just...It's not safe."

"I wouldn't hurt–!" Vaggie protested.

"I am not talking to you." Aunt Bee's snarl had caused the lighting to change again before she calmed down. She gave Charlie a weak smile. "Maybe you two should head back to Pride and figure things out. And by that I mean talk. Or fight. Maybe have a fight fuck? Mm, nah, you'd probably cream her in the wrong way...Unless you want me to deal with her?"

"No." Charlie smiled weakly back. "I'm, I'll bring her back with me, Aunt Bee. I'm...I didn't know–"

"I know, I had to be sure that was the case." Aunt Bee shrugged and zipped back to the door. She stopped at the handle and looked at both Charlie and then Vaggie. "One last bit of advice, Charlie-Pop? Don't hide this from Lucifer. Get whatever answers you can and make sure he isn't going to eradicate her on the spot."

"...Right." Charlie winced while Vaggie blanched. Aunt Bee smiled and stepped out, the door shut behind her. Charlie looked at Vaggie to find Vaggie looking back at her.

She was so...she hated being lied to. Again. Charlie closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then started to walk to the door.

"Charlie, would you listen–?"

"We should go back and check on Angel." She tried not to be too mean, or too cold. Really she did. It was hard when her emotions were still running hot after Aunt Bee cornered them like that. She opened the door and paused. She couldn't look at Vaggie, not right now. Not while she was still a mess inside. "Then we'll...we can talk about this. Okay?"

"...Yeah."

Fuck, Charlie frowned. She hated acting this way, being so distant from her girlfriend, but she needed to get her head back on straight. Vaggie had to have a really good reason for not telling her she was an Angel, right?

...Right?

This meeting was starting to grate on Naruto's nerves. He'd been in a foul mood since he sat down. It only plummeted from there as the source of his foul mood kept yammering.

"This is a waste of our time!" Stella, Wife of Prince Stolas and mother of his heir, Octavia, hissed for the fifth time after Maureen finished telling the heiress in question about her late parents' and how she wound up here. The hero worship was needless and he had to keep telling her to focus on herself, but that was all white noise to the raving Goetia Princess. "My daughter needs to be focusing on pulling herself out of this ridiculous little rebellious stage she's in, not being rewarded with an orphaned mongrel! Yes, I'm talking about you, you worthless little cur!"

"Don't." Addie quietly warned from the side of her mouth as he subtlely broke an arm off of the chair he sat in. He worked his jaw and flared his nostrils. The Matron of Hell Puppies put a hand on his wrist beneath the table. "Let her run out of steam."

"Why would anyone want a pet like this mixed breed anyway? At least Imps have active brains–Oh, but you already knew that, didn't you, Stolas?!"

"Darling, I really don't think this is the place–"

"You? Think?! No, clearly not! Do you know what this moron fucking did?! He brought an imp into our bed and fucked the little bastard! On our anniversary!" Stella sneered at her husband. "Made a fool out of me in front of all of our friends!"

"They're your friends, mostly your brothers' to be frank." Stolas muttered as he rubbed his face. "I am terribly sorry, Lady Adephagia–"

"Oh, so you'll apologize to her?! Not to me! No, no, I got excuses! Can you believe that?!" Stella scoffed and then sneered at Maureen again. The puppy whined and shrank down, but Naruto noticed Octavia give her mother the stink eye. Major points to her, and if that were the case, he'd be able to solve this problem. "And now he wants to bring a mutt in? I hope she's been fixed because the Imp he fucked certainly wasn't! The little bastard stained our wallpaper!"

Alright, this has gone on long enough.

"Addie?" Naruto kept his too wide smile in place as he glared at the Prince's wife. "Would you please take Octavia and Maureen to the diner so they could continue their interview there? I need to have a conversation with her parents."

"Is that wise, Cerberus?" Adephagia asked, using his old name, which was a well known title among the Noble Court of Hell. A title that Naruto had been granted by Lucifer, while in disguise, but one that was granted to him all the same. Judging by the suddenly frazzled fluff of Prince Stolas' plumage, he recognized it, and given the unfamiliar sneer on his wife's face, she did not. Good, that would make this all the more fun.

For Naruto.

"If you would?" He let his gaze cut across to the matron. He smiled down at Maureen and reached out to gently ruffle her hair before he nodded at the now nervous Octavia. Excellent, the girl could read a room. A skill that her mother, who was likely groomed for marriage, reproducing and nothing else, terribly lacked. He smiled at them both before he focused on the 'customer'. "Miss Octavia, I suggest you tell Maureen about your favorite, puppy-friendly music. Maybe a story about a childhood trip? It'll help her feel better."

"Y-Yeah, I can do that." Octavia nodded slowly.

He smiled at her again and then looked at Maureen, who whined at him. He tapped her nose.

"Hush, none of that." Naruto warned and waited for Adephagia to rise up from her seat. He gave the puppy a gentle scratch behind her ear to help her relax a bit, catching Octavia's gaze follow his claws, and smirked. Smart kid, Stolas had. Must skip a generation. His claws pulled back just as Adephagia finished rising.

"Come along, girls. Maureen, why don't you lead the way? Show Lady Octavia the puzzle book you've been working on, I'm going to stop back in and check on the other pups." Adephagia said as she led the two out of the room. Once she left, she shut the door with a click.

No sooner did she manage that did Naruto stand from his seat and let loose a growl that started to shake the room. Prince Stolas flinched back – powerful the 'young' Prince might be, but Naruto had cowed the bird's father in Lucifer's stead during the initial Civil War that had broken Hell into its Seven Rings – while Stella cringed and kept her sneer up. Naruto leaned forward, put his hands on the table edges, and slowly crushed it into an eighth of its original width. Once that was done, he set the metal table aside and walked over to stand within arm's reach of the two birdbrains.

"Listen here, you mongrel–"

"Stella, darling, please listen to me just this once and shut the fuck up!" Stolas' request was a whimpered plea. Huh, so maybe he did care about her on some level. That was nice.

Naruto's eyes narrowed, as he went over what he knew of the Prince. Born with a Silver Spoon in his mouth, he ascended to proper Princehood young and the bitch beside him was chosen as his bride by the idiot Paimon. Clearly, he wasn't accustomed to being threatened as he was, and Naruto was threatening him. Indirectly, but it was there.

"Fucking excuse you?! Stolas, I know you can be a bitch, but right now you need to grow a set, and put this mutt back in his–Huck!" Stella suddenly found her airway blocked by a large orange-furred arm. Her hands scrambled at the fingers that wrapped around her thin little neck. Blue and golden eyes glared into her now wide red. Yeah, she could understand what's happening now, didn't she?

"I'm going to say my piece, and I'm not going to fucking repeat myself. So, if you open your mouth again to shriek something in the next five minutes? I will kill you. Because guess what, Bitch?" Naruto bared his teeth and got in her face. "Your role has been satisfied."

Confusion mingled with the fear, anger and hatred. For fuck's sake, did he really have to educate everyone in Hell how shit worked? Ugh, he wasn't being paid to do this shit anymore! ...Actually, was he being paid at all? He'd have to ask Bee about that. It could wait.

"In case you forgot in the three seconds she's been out of your eyesight, you were married to Stolas to have a kid, and last I checked, that was your daughter that just walked out, dumbass," he snarled and pointed at Stolas with his free hand. "You made her with this prissy fuck, a literal Prince of Hell. If he really didn't want you around? He could have you killed and replaced."

"I...Tavia...!" Stella rasped.

"That is probably the only reason he fucking hasn't." Naruto snarled as he pulled her up to dangle above her chair. His nose huffed hot air into her face. "So, when I tell you that I have no obligation to let you walk out of here, alive, with him, her and her potential new Puppy? Fucking believe it, bitch. I'll kill you faster than you can write your fucking name on any hitman's check. Do you understand me?"

Stella rasped for air and he curled his lip. A jostle had her refocus on him.

"Bitch, I asked you a simple fucking question! Now, you answer! Either yes or no?! Nod, if you must!"

Prince Stolas' wife nodded frantically. Naruto huffed and dropped her without another word. She hit the ground, hard, and Stolas hesitated before he moved to her side. Good on him, shame the bitch was too proud to accept his aide.

"Who the fuck–?!" He glared at her and sent a fraction of a wave of his Killing Intent her way. She froze, breath hitched and her eyes constricted. He let up on the killing intent, bared his teeth and brandished one set of claws.

"We just fucking went over this. I mean it, this is your last warning. One more peep without prompting? You. Die." His eyes flashed. "Am I understood?"

Stella's beak shut with a click and she nodded again, slower. His glowing eyes dimmed and his frown relaxed.

"Good." He straightened up and crossed his arms as he glared down at them. "Look, now that I know you two have fucking marital issues, this whole event is on thin ice. Quite frankly, if one of you kills the other or you both kill each other? I don't give a flying shit. Nor do I care who fucked what, where they fucked or when they did the fucking!"

That was aimed at Stella, who shrank into herself as he growled at her. His eyes shifted to the apparent cheating Prince – Naruto never would've guessed that. Stolas was pretty par for the course as far as Goetia Nobles went, a few lingering gazes at other self-identified males aside – and his scowl returned.

"You, Stolas, came to gift your daughter with a Puppy. Good intentions on your end and she is a bright, if surly, teenager. One that clearly needs someone to talk to or distract herself from your shit with as much as Maureen needs someone to raise and take care of her. I okayed the visit because I've got a bit of a soft spot for that Pup. If it wouldn't put her in a shithole of trouble, I'd take her in myself!" Naruto snapped.

Yeah, he would have definitely done that, if Lucifer actually managed to get him registered in Hell's Registry as something more than King's Aide. Something the sly short bastard probably hadn't forgotten about and left it alone in case he needed to pull him back to Pride for one reason or another. That and Bee really thought Maureen would do better with another family, and frankly, she would know best, given that she knew more about the modern Hellhounds than Naruto did, and he was – supposedly, the trillions of dna tests were still being run – their progenitor.

Still, that was a problem for another day. He lowered his clawed hands to his hips and huffed out a snort.

"That being said," he continued after letting his words hang for a minute. "There is a simple rule the fucking both of you will adhere to. If your daughter does adopt a puppy, especially that puppy? You do not get to mistreat it. You do not get to abuse it. Directly, or indirectly. You will not throw her at who you perceive to be enemies and you will not punish her for mistakes. That responsibility will fall on Octavia's shoulders.

He narrowed his eyes and let his lips curl up.

"And if either of you hurt any Hellpup in an attempt to manipulate your Daughter, to turn her against the other? If you harm one hair on a Pup's head to get at each other or to get back at a rival family or some shit? I will find out, and if I do?" He held his hand up and let it ignite with his chakra. A dark red sigil appeared on the back of his fist, that of an old Seal that was attributed to Mephistopheles. The King of Magicians had applied the Seal to help Naruto even further restrict his power when he was sick of accidentally startling Hellborn children to death just by sneezing. It was a darker time, decades before Lucifer fell, centuries before Lilith was a thought of Yahweh's to create. The seal burned on his flesh before it clicked and an ominous tone rang out. The first Bell that heralded the unrelenting storm of his power to be unleashed. His eyes flickered between hues and jumped between the birds' gazes.

"I will erase your entire family tree from the Books of Hell. Lucifer himself wouldn't be able to stop me. Do you understand?"

"Ye-yes, Great Cerberus. W...We will protect her as if she were our own brood." Stolas said as he ducked his head. Naruto held his gaze before he nodded, and then looked at the wife. Stella was either so frightened by the power flex she was driven to silence or she had lost herself in thought. Her gaze was glossed over. He snarled and snapped his fingers in front of her face.

"Stella, I will not warn you again." Naruto growled. "Do you understand?"

"..Yes. I do." She nodded slowly. Naruto narrowed his eyes before he let his shoulders sag in relief.

"Good." He rubbed his face. "Because I'm pretty sure our Vibes are rank enough. You're lucky Bee isn't here to–"

The door picked that moment to explode inward as the Sin in question rushed in, teeth bared and Spice colors on full display. The Goetia couple flinched back, practically throwing themselves to the wall as Bee sniffed the air and snarled.

"Where Is The Puppy?!"

"You're about five minutes late, Bae-Bee." Naruto sighed and put a hand on her side. A gentle rubbing in a counterclockwise motion calmed her down from her huffs and hot breaths. She scowled up at him as he pulled her into a small embrace that she took a moment to return. Once she did, it felt like a mountain of stress slipped off of his shoulders and he practically melted against her. He craned his head down so that his lips could land on her freckled cheek. More of her 'Spice' melted away upon contact and he pulled back to give her a tired grin. "I had to suffer through these birdbrains' marital issues, what about you? Things go okay on your end?"

"...Charlie-Pop didn't know about the Chikadee, but she does now." Bee muttered and leaned into his affection. She sniffed and lapped at his neck before her brow furrowed. Her pretty crimson eyes looked back up into his dull blue and gold, again. "What's got your Vibes so Bitter, G-Bear?"

"Like I said, their marital issues." He repeated dryly, letting his eyes drift shut as one of Bee's claws scratched the back of his left shoulder. That was a secret spot very few knew about, including most of his former partners and even Lucifer was oblivious to it. He hummed out a content rumble as his tail gave a light swish.

Bee blinked before her gaze drifted over to the trembling forms of Prince Stolas and Stella, who'd clutched onto each other once Bee burst into the room. The Sin of Gluttony stared at them for another moment before she shrugged and rested her head back in his chest.

"They seem pretty content holding each other."

"Mm, must be your magic touch." He mumbled.

"Where's the Puppy at?"

"Dining room with their kid. Octavia's cleared and these two got The Threat." Naruto added as his shoulders dropped a bit more when her other right hand joined the first at scratching his left shoulder blade. He yawned and rubbed at his eye, as he considered when he last slept. Two? Three weeks ago maybe? It wasn't a totally optional feature for him, but he didn't really need it. Something he did not need Bee to find out. "Are you able to handle shit for a bit? I think I need a power nap."

"Sure, G-Bear. Leave me with all the hard work." Bee snorted before her comfortable scratches came to a close and she hopped into the air to give him a peck on the top of his nose. Her upper set of hands – he could tell by the index fingers' and thumbs' claws slightly jagged textures; he sensed a spa day would be set in their near future, which was fine, he had some coat care that needed to be redone – scratched him along his jawline. "Go nap in the puppies' room and I'll finish up the paperwork with these two chucklefucks and their little olive oil or whatever."

"Octavia." He muttered and gave her a tired smile as he sniffed her intent. "Your cravings are comin' back again already, huh?"

"Yep!" Bee chirped with a grin. "And you can't satisfy them if you're sleepy. Or..maybe you can–"

"Don't try to fuck me while I'm napping, Bee." Naruto was really liberal with his sexual preferences this go around compared to how he was when he was human, but that was still a line he didn't want to cross. Not to mention, he still had a bad habit of tying intruders up in his sleep. That secret fetish of Lucifer's was one he had been sworn to take to the grave.

"Spoilsport." Bee huffed playfully as she turned him around and pushed him out the door. "Go rest up and recharge, Gummy Bear. I want you in top form for our private Celebration tonight."

Well, that was certainly only just a little foreboding.

Meh, he'd worry about it after he got a nap in.

AN: Naruto, bro, my dude, I feel that. I so want to nap right now.

O.K.G. Ch Status: 15% rewritten

W.T.F. Ch Status: 25% planned, 5% written

Alright, back to the grind.

Happy New Year, y'all!