[The camera pans out from a nearby screen, focusing on Charlie and her girlfriend Vaggie as she fixes Charlie's bow.]
Vaggie: *exhales* Okay! You remember what to say?
Charlie: *inhales* Yes! Let's do this!
Vaggie: (in a serious tone) Just, look at me and I'll mouth it to you.
Charlie: Come on, Vaggie! *bends backward* I know what to say! I just feel like we need to...I don't know, *grabs and throws a doughnut away* make things sound more exciting! *Gasps* Hooo! What if I si-
Vaggie: *cutting Charlie off* -Sing a song about it?
Charlie: You knew I was gonna say that! *boops Vaggie on the nose*
The humans felt… confused and a little underwhelmed. This was the daughter of The Devil? This was the princess of the darkest and most depraved realm in existence? How? She's much too… cheerful!
"She was planning to sing to that crowd? The princess of Hell sings?" One of the patrons of Dave's bar said in confusion.
"I mean, she's the same broad who was singing at the beginning, it ain't that much of a surprise." Another attendee stated.
"I mean, I guess… still seems a little odd."
Meanwhile, a small group of theater kids in South Dakota leaned forward towards the screen as they heard the princesses plan to sing to the crowd. 'Singing? Could she be… one of us?'
Macy also felt her excitement rise at the prospect of Charlie singing. Her singing in the beginning was beautiful, she wanted desperately to hear it again. Also, forget the Egg Bois, she wanted plushies of Razzle and Dazzle now.
Vaggie: Because I know you *fixes her bow again*. But, please don't sing! *shakes Charlie* This is serious!
Charlie: Well, you know, I'm better at expressing myself and my goals through song! [Charlie stands on the table where Razzle and Dazzle are happily munching on doughnuts, watching her.]
Vaggie: But, life isn't a musical, hon. *places hands on hips*
"By God do I wish it was." One of the theater kids said longingly.
"Tell me about it. I could sing as often as I want, and I wouldn't have all of you to embarrass me about it." Another one said with equal longing.
"I don't care what plane of existence we're in Kyle, I'm teasing you for your tone deafness for eternity. I mean, seriously, what kind of theater kid can't sing?!"
Charlie: Fine. But, I have these other ideas of what to say! *starts bouncing a bit as she shows Vaggie a piece of paper* The highlighted bits are the best part!
Vaggie: Uh, it's all highlighted. *squints* Is this a drawing...?
Charlie: Yes! That's the happy ending, see?! *begins to fantasize* Everyone smiling and happy in Heaven!
Father Williams and his fellow church members sat up in surprise. "Her plan involves… people going to Heaven?" Abigail asked in confusion. The rest of the staff were equally as stunned.
"She… wants people to go to Heaven." Father Williams said in shock. He had known something was different about the Princess of Hell from the other demons. She wanted people not to suffer in her realm, but to enter Heaven? Something different indeed…
Vaggie: *pinches the bridge of her nose* I don't think it's that simple. Just please follow the talking points we went over. And *grabs Charlie to face her* do not sing!
Charlie: Okay, fiiiine. (in a faux British accent) I'll just have to resort to my impeccable improv skills! *salutes Vaggie as she walks over to Katie Killjoy*
Charlie: (nervously) Hiii! I'm Charlie. *tries to go for a handshake*
Katie Killjoy: Katie Killjoy. *blows out the smoke of her cigarette* I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you, but that would be a lie. *throws away her cigarette* And you can put that away. *gestures to Charlie's hand* I don't touch the gays. I have standards!
"Ugh, that's definitely the Katie I remember. Absolute bitch." The old man who was familiar with Katie stated in exasperation.
"Wow, what a complete asshat." A nearby teen stated simply, her face scrunched up in disgust.
"Wait, the princess is gay?" Another member of the crowd asked in confusion.
The teen turned and looked at them like they were a complete moron, "Did you not see how her and that Vaggie chick interacted? They're so obviously an item. Those two are gayer than the damn pride flag."
Charlie: Yeah? How's uh... how's that working out for ya? [turns to look at the "Hell's #1 News" neon sign behind her]
Katie Killjoy: Look, my time is money. So, I'll keep this short. [proceeds to poke Charlie's chest and nose] You're not here because we wanted you here. You're here because Jeffrey couldn't make it for his cannibal cooking segment. [A billboard of Jeffrey's cannibalism cooking show titled "It's Dahm Good!" can be seen in the background.]
"Says she doesn't touch the gays, then pokes the princesses breasts repeatedly. Damn hypocrite…" the old man stated in continued exasperation.
"Hold the phone, that fuckers alive down there?!" A forensics student in the crowd shouted at the sight of Jeffrey's poster.
"Holy shit. If he's alive, who else?" The teen girl stated, "I mean, John Gacy, Jeffrey Epstein, maybe even Hitler?!" The same horrifying realization hit a good portion of humanity at around the same time. How many of humanity's worst examples were still alive down there? How many people capable of unspeakable evil remained at large in the bloody streets of Hell?
Katie Killjoy: You might be some royal big shot *fluffs her hair, but that doesn't mean shit to me. I'm too rich and too influential to give a flying fuckabout what some tux-wearing demon *does air quotes with her fingers* "princess" wants to advertise. [Tom can be seen shaking his head in disapproval as Katie boasts about her wealth and influence to Charlie.]
The old man continued to groan as Katie continued to yammer on, "I'm gonna need an ibuprofen… or two."
Charlie: But, I-
Katie Killjoy: *continues to poke her chest* So, don't get cute with me, honey, or I will fucking bury you!
News Staff: And we're live! [Killjoy rushes back to her desk, holding papers while cracking her neck.]
Katie Killjoy: Welcome back! So, Charlotte!
"Yep, that's Katie. Real bitch off camera, acted sweet as sugar on the air." The old man rolled his eyes once more.
"Knew somebody like that. Treats you like shit behind closed doors, acts like a saint in public. They're the absolute worst." The teen girl groaned.
Charlie: It's... Charlie. *smiles nervously as a spotlight flashes her way*
Katie Killjoy: Whatever. Tell us about this new passion project you've been insistently pestering our news station about! *tries to hold in her outburst by clenching her pen*
Charlie: *looks around as Vaggie motions her to go on* Well, *clears throat and exhales* as most of you know, I was born here in Hell and growing up, I always tried to see the good in everyone around me. [Killjoy spots a slug and stabs it with her pen, the slug's blood bursts all over.]
Charlie: Hell is my home and- *gets slug blood splattered across her cheek which she then wipes off* you are my people. We... we just went through another Extermination. [Vaggie is seen giving Charlie two thumbs up as Killjoy quickly starts to lose interest.]
Charlie: We lost so many souls, and it breaks my heart to see my people being slaughtered every year. No one is even given *slams fist on table, waking Killjoy up* a chance! *walks up from Killjoy's desk* I can't stand idly by while the place I live is subjected to such violence! So, I've been thinking: Isn't there a more humane way to hinder overpopulation here in Hell? *walks around the audience* Perhaps we can create an alternative way to change souls through... redemption? *throws her arm around one of the News Cast's staff members* Well, I think yes! So, that's what this project aims to achieve! *returns to Killjoy's desk* Ladies and gentlemen, I'm opening the first of its kind! A hotel that rehabilitates sinners!
Humans around the world were astonished. The princess of Hell was opening a Hotel? With the intention of redeeming souls into Heaven?
Father Williams stared into the screen of the TV, at the spawn of the Devil himself, the Princess of the damned… who didn't seek to cause harm, punish, or condemn, but instead to offer a chance for betterment. For redemption.
"Redemption… from Hell? Could it truly be possible?" Williams mused, deep in thought.
Abigail spoke up, "I hope so. Can't imagine being trapped down there for eternity."
Williams looked to his friend, "Indeed. Although, I must say, the fact that Miss Charlie considered this when the Angels appear to be content with genocide is… alarming."
"Not really surprising," a younger member stated, "I mean, read almost any story about God in the Bible, especially in the Old Testament, and there's a good chance it'll involve him killing or torturing people he has beef with, people related to people he has beef with, people who just weren't unquestioningly loyal enough to him, or someone who just so happened to be in his line of sight that particular day."
There was a brief silence as the other members stared at him, "… I'm just saying. It's not that out of character."
[Her broadcast is being shown at The Radio Shack, which many other demons are also watching by the streets and everywhere else in Hell.]
Charlie: *starts to lose her confidence* Y'know? 'Cause hotels are for people passin' through... temporarily...
Lizard Demon: Ahahaha! IS this girl for real?! She thinks- *tries to hold in his laughter* You hear what she thinks?! She thi- HAHA! Ah, she's nuts. *walks out of The Kaiju Klub with his friends, Zeezi and another demon*
"Jackass" Macy's brother stated plainly.
"Joseph!" Mommy said sternly.
"What?" He complained, "He is!"
"Don't use that kind of language around your sister Joseph." Father said, equally stern.
"Oh yeah, from me it's a problem, but a broadcast about Hell or when you stub your toe? That's fine…" Joseph grumbled.
Charlie: I think it'll serve a purpose... a place to work toward redemption... yay...!
[The scene cuts back to the demons watching her broadcast from The Radio Shack. "A mysterious figure" walks up to see her broadcast alongside a bunch of other demons watching, including Crymini.]
Cameraman Demon: *snickers* Stupid bitch.
Vaggie: *punches the cameraman square in the face*
Charlie: *looks around, saddened* Look, every single one of you has something good, deep down inside. I know you do! ...Maybe I'm not getting through to you. [Razzle and Dazzle are then alerted that Charlie's about to sing and that she may need their back-up vocals.]
Vaggie: *facepalms* Oh, no…
The theater kids from earlier leaned forward, anticipation and excitement clear in their bodies. "Alright princess, let's see what you got."
"My singing is probably better…"
"Kyle, angry cat sex sounds better than your singing."
"…How do you know what-"
"Please don't ask."
(Removing the song because I need to cut down the word count, and also because there isn't much to react to. Don't worry, I won't do this with every song.)
Whoops and cheers resounded from multiple places across the globe, especially from Dave's bar, much to his chagrin (not that he could blame them much, she was pretty good) "Not bad Princess, not bad at all" Dave said before taking a sip of his drink.
Macy was cheering and clapping excitedly, practically bouncing in place the entire song, "Woo! Go Miss Charlie!" She cheered as the song ended. She really was like a Disney Princess!
And finally, the theater kids were all cheering as loud as they could. "My fellow theater kids, all across the globe! ("Gavin get off the table!") The Princess of Hell is one of us!" He proclaimed, posing dramatically as he stood atop their table, to which the rest of the theater kids cheered "One of us! One of us!"
[Charlie ends the song, rather exhausted as everyone in the news station looks at her with disgust and disbelief.]
Top Hat Demon: Wow! ...That was shit!
[Everyone in the audience including Killjoy and Trench begin to laugh at Charlie. Charlie looks crushed and devastated and slumps back down to her seat. There was a boo section in the news and the demons look uninterested]
"What?! That was great, screw you dude!" Gavin the theater kid said in outrage, the others making sounds of agreement and similar outrage.
Meanwhile, Macy felt tears of sadness and anger sting her eyes at the demons meanness, as well as the crushed look on Charlie's face. She hugged her Beast plushie close to herself to stop herself from crying.
Mommy clutched her hand close to her chest as she winced, "Poor dear, I'd probably have a heart attack in that situation, out of embarrassment if nothing else. Such a shame, it was a nice song."
Blue Flame Demon: *deadpan* Booooo!
Katie Killjoy: What in the Nine Circles makes you think a single denizen of Hell would give two shits about becoming a better person?! You have no proof that this little experiment even works! You want people to be good?! Just... because?! *continues to laugh*
"Dear God, it's like Katie unleashed! She's in Hell now so she doesn't have to hide how she acts as much as she used to. That poor princess's interview was doomed from the start." The old man groaned in disgust for his old co-host (ooooo plot twist!) and pity for Charlie.
Charlie: Well, we have a patron already, who believes in our cause and he's shown incredible progress!
Katie Killjoy: *feigns shock* Oh? And who might that be?
Charlie: *tries to look smug and confident* Oh, just someone named... Angel Dust!
Tom Trench: The porn star?
Dave spat out his drink, as did many people around Earth, "*Cough, hack!* he's a what now?!"
Macy tilted her head in confusion, "Mommy, what's a-"
"Nothing! When you're older, sweetie!" Her mother said in a panic, before muttering, "Or, hopefully never…"
Katie Killjoy: *turns to him menacingly* You fucking would, Tom! *turns back to Charlie* In any case, that's not even an accomplishment. I'm sure you could get that hooker to do anything with enough booger sugar and lube *motions doing a handjob*.
Charlie: Oh, I beg to differ! *begins to count on her fingers* He's been behaved, clean, and out of trouble for two weeks now.
News Staff: *offscreen* Breaking News! [Killjoy shoves Charlie off her desk.]
Katie Killjoy: We are receiving word that a new player has entered the ongoing turf war! Let's go to the live feed. [The live feed shows Angel Dust stepping on an Egg Boi and throwing a grenade over at Sir Pentious with visible laughter in the background as Charlie stares at the screen in defeat.]
"Fffffffffffffffffffffuck!" One of the bar patrons shouted, a sentiment echoed by basically everyone else watching.
Charlie: Oh... shit.
Angel Dust (in the background): I'm a bad person!
Katie Killjoy: "Oh, shit" indeed! It looks like the one who just joined the battle is none other than *feigns a gasp* porn actor, Angel Dust! *turns to Charlie as she shakes her fist* What a juicy coincidence! You must feel really stupid, right now. [Killjoy and Trench proceed to laugh at Charlie.]
Killjoy and Trench: *does Jazz hands* Ratings!
[Charlie stares at the live feed in distress and attempts to block it from the audience's view.] Charlie: Don't look at this!
Katie Killjoy: Well, it sure looks like your little project is dead on arrival. *looms over Charlie* Tell us, how does it feel to be a total failure? *everyone in room start bursting into laughter*
"Katie, if I get down there, I will not rest until your head is on a pike!" The old man shouted, causing others in the crowd to lean away from his explosive anger for the absolute bitch on screen.
Charlie: *tries to think of a comeback* Yeah, well... *looks around* How does it feel that I got your pen, huh?! *grabs Killjoy's ballpen* ...Bitch! …
[Everybody instantly stops laughing while Katie Killjoy and Tom Trench give her the death stare]
Charlie: *nervously* Ehehe... *puts pen back down* Oops.
[Tom Trench runs off set as Killjoy's demonic form reveals itself as she looms over Charlie from the shadows.]
"Well shit, she couldn't do that before." The old man stated in numb shock.
"Fascinating!" A scientist said as he viewed the broadcast with his colleagues in their lab, "She's transformed! But how?! Was she hiding those extra limbs somewhere? How did she gain the extra eyes?! What triggered the transformation, was it her anger uncontrollably making her transform, or a conscious choice?! Did it hurt? How long does a full transformation take? Is that her full form? What kind of insect-" he continuously rambled as he scribbled in his journal, even his fellow scientists looking at him in worry as he continued his rampant ravings.
[Purplish red smoke transitions into Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb fighting Egg Boiz.]
Cherri Bomb: Heyyy, thanks for the back up, Angie!
Angel Dust: Hahaha! [Cherri Bomb fires a rocket launcher.] You kiddin'? This is the best action I've seen in ages! *puts hands behind his head*
Cherri Bomb: *launching another cherry bomb*Where've you been, anyway? I thought you up and died or some shit.
Angel Dust: *lighting a bomb and handing it to her* Oh, I wish! I've been staying at this crappy hotel on the other side of town. Some broads are lettin' me stay rent-free if I play nice. [They both cover their heads as the explosion sets off behind them, then grin at each other as they jump into the field.]
Angel Dust: *Continues to shoot down Egg Boiz with what seems to be a drum mag M1928 Thompson* Y'know, no fights, no pranks, no "problematic language"... Her words, not mine. *steps on a broken tile, launching an Egg Boi airborne and shoots him from behind as he sighs again* These crazy bitches are no fun! I've been clean for two weeks!
"Damn, is that an M1928 Thompson?", a soldier in his barracks with his fellow soldiers asked, "That thing is a classic! Shame it's most associated as the gun of choice for some of our country's most notorious criminals."
Meanwhile, with another group of scientists, these ones specializing in weaponry, a scientist groaned in disappointment,"If they're fighting on the ground they must've ditched the airship. Damn it, I was hoping to get a better look at that."
"It might be back later. Besides, it's just an airship." One of his colleagues stated.
"A metal airship, with laser weaponry!" The first scientist exclaimed, "Which only begs the question, how have they achieved laser weaponry at all?"
"I have a theory about that, actually." Another scientist stated, drawing his colleagues attention, "Seeing as how the Angels are the ones dealing with a sinner overpopulation crisis, and not their fellow sinners, it stands to reason that the sinners can't kill each other, only the angels can, or at least their weapons. If that's the case then some of humanity's most brilliant minds who ended up down there had all the time they could ever need to continue their own research, assuming they don't get… cleansed. Therefore, many scientists down there had opportunities to further their own research to the point where they have become possibly more advanced than even us."
The others were silent at this observation, as well at the horrifying aspect that, should Hell and the sinners invade Earth, they might be incredibly outgunned.
Cherri Bomb: *in disbelief, smiling* Ho-ly shit!
Angel Dust: *looks at the leftover smudge on his finger* Well, sorta clean. *destroys an incoming Egg Boi* Just clean as you can get from a shitload of Bolivian marching powder! *gets chained and thrown aside by Sir Pentious*
Some addict watching the broadcast gave an impressed chuckle as he took another puff of his cigarette, "That long off coke? Color me impressed. You either know how to make the best of it, or have one massive shitload. Either way, I salute you!" He said, making a mock salute with his cigarette and nearly burning his eyebrow off.
Angel Dust: Ohh!~ Harder, Daddy! *raises left eyebrow*
Sir Pentious: *taking it seriously as he gasps* Son?!
Cue facepalms and disappointed looks from all across the globe, as well as some confusion from the youngsters.
Macy looked to her mother, "Mommy, is mister Angel Dust Sir pen-pentic-penticus- um, the snake man's son?" She asked, stuttering on Sir Pent's name.
Mommy looked uncomfortable again, "Um, no dear… just, um… when you're older darling."
[Angel lowers eyebrow as Cherri kicks Sir Pentious to the side.]
Sir Pentious: *hood flares open* Grr! You whores have no classss! In war, The side remembered is the side with the most ssstyle! *adjusts tie*
American General Brasch groaned at the snake man's words. It reminded him too much of some of those brain dead politicians who had never seen combat in her life. Not an exact one to one of course, but it was just the bullshit he expected to hear out of their mouths.
Cherri Bomb: Or the side that ain't dead! *decapitates an Egg Boi*
Angel Dust: *stands up and removes the chains restricting him* Speakin' a style, is your hat like, alive or something?
Sir Pentious: Oh! Well, that's none of your GOD DAMN BUSSSSINESS! Now, is it?
Angel Dust: Hah, would that make your hat the top and you the bottom?
[A sign that says "Loser" can be seen in the background pointing at Sir Pentious as an Egg Boi acknowledges the roast.]
Egg Boi: *cups hands* Oooooh! *gets pebble thrown at him by Sir Pentious*
"Ooooooooooohhh!" Multiple humans joined in the Egg Boi's taunting.
Sir Pentious: (enraged) I'm going to blow you to bitssss!
Angel Dust: *eyes him up and down* Hm, kinky!
Sir Pentious: Oh, not like that! *hood flares open as a sign that says "Pussy" can be seen pointing at him in the background* Pervert! *knocks over an Egg Boi*
[Angel notices an Egg Boi with a tentacle launcher which causes him to push Cherri to the side out of fear.]
[Angel gets tangled up in all the tentacles.] Sir Pentious: Not so cocky now, are we?!
Angel Dust: (unamused) Y'know, you really gotta watch what comes outta ya mouth. I've been making these sex jokes the whole *limbs gets pulled on as Sir Pentious reveals a drill which jump starts* TIME! *reveals his third pair of arms carrying a gun* And it's obvious ya ain't catchin' on. I mean, it's just *pulls out M1928* sad! *shoots it at Sir Pentious*
The same scientist who had been geeking out over Katie's limbs was now positively befuddled at Angels physics breaking demonstration, "What-but I-how-what? Where was he hiding them? In his coat? How did they just… grow like that?! Can they all do that?! Charlie did something like that during her song, is it an inherent demon thing? How-" he continued to rant before being cut off by one of his colleagues.
"Izak. Just accept that it's probably demon magic and move on. I don't think there's any understanding this bullshit."
"But I need to know! I NEED TO KNOW!"
Cherri Bomb: So, think you're gonna get in a lotta trouble for this?
Angel Dust: Eh, *retracts his third set of arms*what's one little brawl gonna cause?
[Charlie and Killjoy can be seen trying to duking it out on each other like it's some sort of WWE match while a fire alarm goes off in the background with Trench entering the scene, covered in flames.]
"Yeah, kick her ass Princess!" Katie's old co-host shouted gleefully.
Tom Trench: WHY WON'T ANYONE HELP ME?!
Multiple humans laughed at Tom's misfortune, while others hissed in sympathy at the man literally burning alive (so to speak) after somehow getting set on fire.
Cherri Bomb: Glad you haven't changed! *slugs him on the arm* You know you're my favorite guy to party with!
Angel Dust: You know it, sugar tits!
Cherri Bomb: *takes out one last bomb* You ready to finish this?
Angel Dust: *takes out Thompson gun* Born ready, baby!
[Angel and Cherri pounce onto Sir Pentious and his army as they prepare to clash, Charlie and Killjoy are still at each other's throats screaming, Trench is still on fire, screaming in agony. The camera shows all the characters present, screaming as the scene turns silent.]
"Damn. That Lens guy went all out on the editing." A bar patron said.
Dave grunted in agreement. 'Although, seems a bit much', he thought to himself.
[The royal family limousine can be seen driving back to the hotel. Charlie can be seen hugging her knees and looking out the window when her jacket is ruined after Katie Killjoy attacked her, while Vaggie sits next to her, glaring furiously at Angel Dust.]
[Charlie sighs as Vaggie's eye twitches at Angel Dust, who can be seen amusing himself by playing with the car window roller repeatedly.]
"That looks like fun." A young teen boy said.
"What are you, five?" His friend asked jokingly.
"You seriously gonna tell me you wouldn't be acting the same way?"
"…Touché"
[Vaggie scrunches up her face.]
Angel Dust: *taking notice* ...What?
Vaggie: "What?", "WHAT?!" What were you DOING?!*rips off bits of her hair*
Angel Dust: *sighs* I owed my girl buddy a solid! Isn't that a "redeeming quality"? *does air quotes*Helping friends with stuff? *rolls eyes*
Vaggie: Not with turf wars that result in territorial genocide!
Angel Dust: Eh, you win some, you lose a few hundred. Ehahahahahah! *inhales* It wasn't that bad, anyway. *proceeds to play with the button of the car window roller*
[Vaggie throws an unfolded pocket knife at the window roller.]
"Damn. Nice throw." A man throwing darts while watching the broadcast said.
"She has to be pretty good to not take his hand off." His buddy said before taking a swig of beer. (If there was one good thing coming from this broadcast, the alcohol business was earning a lot of money since a lot of people were buying drinks. They needed it.)
Angel Dust: Aw, come on! I had to! *brushes back hair* My credibility was on the line! I mean, what kind of reputation would I have if people found out I was tryna go clean? It just throws out my entire persona! *suggestively pushes up chest floof*
Vaggie: Your credibility? What about the hotel's?! *gestures at a defeated Charlie* Your little stunt made us look like a fucking joke! *combusts*
Angel Dust: *scoffs* No, no, no, babe. Jokes are funny! I made you look... uh, sad! *camera pans to Charlie* And pathetic! Like an orphan... with no arms... or legs... Oh! With progeria!
"Wait, can that even happen? Maurice, what's the likelyhood of that?"
Maurice the scientist was deep in thought over the question of his muscle bound friend, "Hmmmmm… I don't know. Perhaps a subject requiring further study…"
"You two are taking a dumb joke way too literally." Another man told the two of them.
*camera focuses back on him* Great! Now I'm bummed thinkin' about it! *starts looking around the limousine* This thing have any liquor?
An attendee of Dave's bar raised his one glass of liquor, "Boy is asking the real questions around here!" He said loudly to much agreement. Dave nodded before taking another sip of his own drink.
Vaggie: Can you please just try to take this seriously?!
Angel Dust: *flicks off a dust bunny* Fine, I'll try. Just don't get your taco in a twist, baby! *snaps finger at her while smiling*
Silence. That was all… okay, there were a few chuckles, but only a few… or many…
Vaggie: Was that you trying to be sexist or racist?!
Angel Dust: *groans* Whatever pisses you off more. Is there seriously no liquor in here?!
Okay, now there were a lot more chuckles.
Vaggie: *returns to sit next to Charlie as she crosses her arms* I'm gonna kill 'im.
Angel Dust: Too late, toots. Wait! Would that make me double dead? Hah, and where exactly do I go? To Double Hell? Hahahahahahahaha! Sorry, you're stuck with me, bitch - get used to it. *folds arms confidently*
"That's a good point. What happens when they die down there? Do they just-"
"Dude, we just found out what happens after death, can we not have an extra existential crisis by asking where we go after dying when DEAD?!"
Vaggie: *angrily, as she grits her teeth* ¡Con una mierda, malparido hijo de-! (For fuck's sake, you bastard son of-!)
Many of Vaggie's fellow Spanish speakers smiled at learning Vaggie was Latin like them. (At least probably, considering we don't know whether or not she was a winner or a heavenborn, oops spoilers!)
Angel Dust: Listen, who cares if some jack-offs got hurt? Most of 'em are ugly freaks. Look around! *looks out the limousine window, smirking* You got a bunch a fuckin' Harlequin babies down here! *laughing*
Vaggie: You're one to talk. *smiles smugly*
Angel Dust: Hey! *motions to his body* This body is flawless! Everyone wants summa me, *pushes up chest fluff and takes out a letter* and I've got the creepy fan letters to prove it!
[Takes letter from in between his chest floof and reveals it to Vaggie that features a small picture of a dirty naked old man, who ironically has a "No Angel Dust" tattoo, smothering his mouth on an Angel Dust body pillow and a message at the bottom saying "Show me your feet! -Bryrin, #1 Fan/Critic".]
"Oh dear. That's… uncomfortable." Father Williams cringed, multiple of his colleagues making noises of agreement or covering their faces from the, quite frankly, incredibly disturbing sight.
Vaggie: Grrr...
Charlie: That was really uncool, y'know, Angel.
Vaggie: "Uncool"?! After that train-wreck, there is no way anyone is gonna wanna stay at the hotel! *looks toward Angel Dust* All thanks to *points at him* you and your selfish bullshit!
Angel Dust: Does that mean I don't have a free room anymore?
[Vaggie motions "What do you think?"]
Angel Dust: *snaps finger* Ah...well, shucks.
"Well, that explains that." Father Williams sighed in disappointment.
Abigail looked to her friend, "Explains what?"
Father Williams sighed again, "He doesn't care about redemption. He's just exploiting Charlie's generosity as a way to get free rent. That's why he didn't think twice about joining that turf war, and hides drugs from Miss Charlie and Miss Vaggie. Such an ungrateful way to repay the one who shows you unconditional kindness."
Overall, across the earth, the opinion on Angel Dust continued to plummet. While funny, he was kind of just a perverted, twinky, asshat of a man. That's all there seemed to be to him. (How naive of them all.)
Charlie: Hey, come on. *takes off ruined jacket*We don't know if things are over yet! Try to relax, Vaggie. *puts a hand on Vaggie's left shoulder* I-it'll be okay! [Vaggie smiles at Charlie softly.]
"… I ship it." A young teen relaxing with her girlfriend said.
"Not sure you can really ship something that's an actual real relationship between two real people, sweetie." Her girlfriend said with a chuckle.
"Yes I can. Watch me."
Meanwhile, Macy grinned for the first time since the end of the song, and the demon's cruel mockery. Charlie said it would be okay, so it would be. She'd find a way, just like all the princesses did. She believed that. She believed in Charlie.