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snarkybluechristian · 5 years

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Hazbin Hotel: Yandere Alastor x Vaggie Chapter 4

Vaggie dashed down the multiple flights of stairs as quietly as she could until she finally reached the bottom and stopped to catch her breath and think.

The Radio Demon’s home was much larger than she thought. Oh, well. On the bright side, that should mean she would have plenty of places to hide…

A bright red light lit up the far end of the hallway indicating the presence of Alastor or one of his minions. Vaggie practically stopped breathing for a moment. She didn’t start breathing again until the light disappeared into another direction. Vaggie didn’t know where it had gone, but she figured she didn’t have time to figure that out.

Vaggie crept quietly off the stairs and opened the door of the first room she saw. After shutting the door with her bound hands, she stopped to look around.

As her eyes started adjusting to the dark, Vaggie realized that she was in a workout room.

Strewn all over the black-matted floor, there was a bunch of really old-fashioned looking workout equipment. There were dumbbells with round weights at the end, a treadmill that was run manually, a rowing machine, and other equipment that Vaggie could only vaguely recognize.

Vaggie didn’t study the equipment too much however. She quickly noticed the sliding glass doors on the other side of the room leading to the outside and made her next move.

Vaggie silently navigated around the equipment. She moved as slowly and quietly as she possibly could avoiding every noise possible. Vaggie even regulated the noise of her breathing.

She did not know the full extent of Alastor’s demonic power. Nobody really did, except those he had deposed and sent to the fiery pit, but Vaggie had a hunch.

Alastor only came back to her room and dished out punishment when she had destroyed one of his radios. A rich kingpin like him could easily replace a broken radio and Vaggie had seen dozens of them in the house during their “tour,” so he didn’t return to lecture her about breaking a prized possession. There was another reason Alastor came back.

Vaggie suspected that reason was that Alastor needed radios for surveillance. Somehow, he used radios as listening devices that were telepathically connected to his ears. He used them to survey his home, and most likely, the rest of hell. That was how Alastor could hear whatever Angel had done and how he likely collected information all over hell. Without them, he was blind, or more accurately, deaf to things happening across a longer distance.

If that was true, Alastor had a few obvious weaknesses. First, as with any security system, Alastor couldn’t possibly catch everything, especially since radios didn’t keep recordings. Second, Alastor couldn’t track what he couldn’t hear, so if a target was silent and fast enough, they could theoretically escape him. No one had succeeded yet, but that didn’t mean Vaggie couldn’t try. Besides, what choice did she have?

Vaggie finally reached the sliding door without facing any signs from Alastor. She unlocked the sliding door, stepped outside, and silently slid it shut. Still no sign of Alastor. Vaggie smiled. It looked like she was right.

That smile quickly disappeared however when she saw the Radio Demon’s large garden. There were dozens of well-tended beds of red poppies with large statues in the center of each one. As she approached one of the beds, Vaggie’s heart skipped a beat. The statues were of demons, and not just any demons, they were all painstakingly-detailed statues of former kingpins. Vaggie couldn’t recognize their faces, but she recognized the names on the little plaques placed by their feet.

For the moth demon, it was more than a little unnerving, but she couldn’t let herself get scared now. Vaggie shook the thoughts out of her head and looked for an exit.

Unfortunately, when Vaggie looked past the statues, she realized that there was a tall iron fence lining the property’s boundary against the outskirts of a thick forest. Vaggie quickly but quietly ran up to the fence under the shadow of the trees where it would be easier to hide and look for an exit on the periphery.

Once she arrived, Vaggie stopped to catch her breath, looked back at the house she had just escaped from, and gasped in awe.

It was the largest house she had ever seen, not counting the Happy Hotel. It was easily five stories and large enough to house every resident in the El Salvador slum where she grew up. The exterior was a red, stone, chateau-esque Gilded Age mansion that somehow looked every bit as menacing as Alastor’s reputation. The red-flowered vines growing on the walls did nothing to soften its threatening exterior. They couldn’t have. The flowers, like the house and the poppies, were the color of blood.

It was nowhere Vaggie wanted to be forced to live. She scoffed at its excess and began walking tentatively under the shadow of the trees next to the iron fence.

Vaggie looked at the fence and guessed that it went up about 20 feet. A demon like Angel could hop over it without too much trouble, but for her, it was too high, especially considering that her wrists were still bound together. She would have to find a gate and pray that she could escape that way instead.

Vaggie began chewing at the knots that held her wrists together and tried her best not to worry about Angel. If she got out of this place at all, it would be because of him and yet there was nothing she could do to help him. That ate at Vaggie’s conscience.

The dumbass got on her nerves and made horribly misguided decisions, but even she couldn’t deny there was good in him. Angel had a reluctant heart of gold when it came to his friends, and even if he claimed he only came to save her to get back at Alastor, Vaggie knew that Angel considered her enough of a friend to stick his neck out for her all the same. She now owed him.

Vaggie stopped chewing the tight knots in frustration. Rosie was very experienced at tying knots. She probably had a kill count as high as Alastor did.

Vaggie hated it. She hated the rope that bound her hands together. She hated that she couldn’t help Angel. She hated Rosie for being a sadistic bitch. She hated Alastor for dragging her there in the first place. She hated that she couldn’t scream out her pain in frustration in case Alastor heard her and came running to retrieve her. She hated all of it and could do nothing but shed angry tears and send God angry prayers for not helping her more quickly.

Then as if an answer to prayer, Vaggie noticed a small stone house the size of a medium-sized shed coming up in the distance. She assumed it was a shed for gardening tools. It had to be.

Vaggie was overjoyed. The shed would have tools to cut her hands free. It could have the keys to the gate there, or at the very least, it was something she could use the rope to climb so she could reach the top of the gate. It didn’t solve every issue, but it solved enough of them to give Vaggie a bit of hope, as long as it wasn’t locked.

Upon closer inspection, the shed was larger and better built than Vaggie thought. It had air conditioning units on the side along with a hose and a few plumbing pipes going into the ground.

That was when Vaggie came to a horrifying realization. It was a slaughterhouse. It had to be. No garden shed was this well-built.

The hand-painted sign above the door seemed to confirm her suspicion. It said, “Sacred Treasure.” Vaggie gagged. Yep. Alastor would pick such a messed-up title. She was in the right place. Oh, well. At least, a slaughterhouse had sharp objects Vaggie could cut her ropes on, again, as long as it wasn’t locked.

Vaggie twisted open the handle, stepped into the dark, windowless building, and shut the door behind her. She felt around the wall with her bound hands until she found the light switch, and when Vaggie flipped it on, her mouth fell wide open.

The building was a slaughterhouse that Alastor had converted into a shrine dedicated to her. Hidden photographs of her covered the walls. Vaggie’s heart sank. The Radio Demon had been stalking her for months without her knowledge and that was not all.

The slaughterhouse table was covered in blankets and pillows that smelled like the perfume she liked to use indicating that Alastor had slept in there. Vaggie gagged as she ran around the table, and found, to her horror, that a detailed statue of her with a display stand holding the spear she used to threaten him on the day they met.

Vaggie was frightened, but she was also angry. Alastor thought he could stalk her, study her like a new animal species, and steal her possessions without her permission. He was going to pay for that, but first, she had to cut her bonds.

Vaggie began cutting her rope on the sharp spear in front of her statue. She smirked in relief as the rope cut through the knots and unraveled on the ground. The rope finally broke apart.

“Yes!” Vaggie cried out in joy as she twisted her wrists around in relief and pulled the black handkerchief free from her neck. “Now to find Charlie…”

“There, you are, my love!” the eerie yet irritating radio host voice said happily from behind her causing Vaggie to freeze fearfully in her tracks. “I was so worried when Rosie told me about that fight you two got in. I wanted to come comfort you sooner, but we couldn’t find you anywhere and I honestly never expected you to get this far. No one ever has. I’m honestly impressed.”

Vaggie just then noticed the radio sitting at the feet of the statue. She screamed out in frustration as she kicked the radio against the wall breaking it instantly.

“Oh, you figured that out, too?!” Alastor exclaimed in surprise. “Oh, Vaggie! You are so smart! I’m falling in love with you more every minute!”

Vaggie angrily grabbed her spear and turned around to point it in the face of the Radio Demon sitting on the edge of the table.

“What happened to the intruder?!” Vaggie yelled pointing the spear in Alastor’s face.

Alastor, of course, wasn’t intimidated in the least but whistled a radio jingle and summoned his familiars. The light went out, the door flew open, and his deer familiars flew in carrying in Angel.

The spider demon had all six of his arms tied horizontally behind his back, and his feet were tied together rendering him completely immobile. He was slightly bruised and coughing very hard, but he still smiled weakly when he saw Vaggie.

“Hey, toots!” Angel said between coughing up blood. “How’s it goin’?”

Vaggie didn’t respond, but her frightened face said more than enough.

Alastor snapped his fingers causing his familiars to throw Angel against the wall making him grunt in pain.

“Argh!” Angel cried out with a condescending smirk. “Is that all ya got? Is that all ya got, Alastor? And, I thought you were going to show me a good time.”

Alastor responded by snapping his fingers and summoning a gag around Angel’s mouth.

“What have you done?!” Vaggie angrily yelled pointing her spear into Alastor’s face.

“Nothing the little bluenose didn’t deserve,” Alastor replied nonchalantly pushing himself onto the floor and leaning his face in front of her.

“Let us go now, you creepy shitlord!” Vaggie yelled before attempting to stab Alastor in the face.

Unfortunately, in one fell swoop, Alastor swiped the spear out of Vaggie’s hands, tossed it back to its stand, put both his hands around Vaggie’s face, and leaned in until their faces were practically touching.

Alastor’s eyes turned yellow as he started singing an old Southern lullaby, “Go to sleep, you little babe. Go to sleep, you little baby. Go to sleep, you little baby. Your mama’s gone away, and your daddy’s gonna stay. Didn’t leave nobody but the baby…”

Something was wrong. Vaggie started losing the feeling in her fingers and toes. She knew it was Alastor’s magic.

Vaggie tried shutting her eyes and squirming her head away from his grip, but Alastor used his thumbs to hold open Vaggie’s eyelids and kept singing, “You’re sweet, little babe. You’re sweet, little babe. Honey in the rock and the sugar don’t stop. Gonna bring a bottle to the baby…”

Angel screamed through his gag. Vaggie lost all the feeling in her limbs until her arms and legs were as stable as spaghetti noodles. She writhed around fruitlessly while fighting the heavy feeling in her eyelids as Alastor sat her down against the wall next to Angel who could only watch.

Suddenly, two cellar doors on the other side of the room that neither Angel nor Vaggie noticed before flung open and Rosie walked up the stairs.

Rosie glanced over at Vaggie coldly and complained, “Awww! It looks like I missed most of the fun. I so wanted to get back at her for burning my face.”

“I know what she did was quite rude,” Alastor said stepping in front of his barely conscious love interest and gesturing towards his other prisoner. “But surely, there’s something I can do to make up for it.”

Rosie suddenly noticed Angel and squealed in joy, “Oh, Alastor! Is that a new playmate? Can I play with him please? He’s so handsome!”

“Of course, you can, but be sure you can satisfy him,” Alastor warned her playfully as Angel suggestively wriggled his eyebrows at her in response. “He’s in demand, and he’s in need of relief if you know what I mean…”

“Oh, of course,” Rosie said attempting to walk past Alastor to pick up her new “toy” before the latter put his staff in front of her.

“But I need you to do something for me first, if that’s alright,” Alastor said.

“Oh, I don’t mind,” Rosie replied. “You are giving me such a cute playmate after all. What do you need?”

Alastor glanced back at his two prisoners and gestured back at Rosie for her to follow him to the other corner of the room where their conversation wouldn’t be heard.

Not that Vaggie could hear them anyway. Her senses were being dulled by the second, and there was nothing she could do.

The mouth demon began shaking fearfully until her right hand faintly felt a squeeze. She twisted her head over to look down and saw one of Angel’s bound hands gripping hers. Vaggie looked up to see Angel’s sympathetic eyes looking into hers in a warm, confident, unbroken stare. She could only stare back to show she understood and smiled tiredly as a few tears fell down her cheek. Angel did the same underneath his gag as he began massaging her paralyzed hand with his fingers.

The moment was broken when Alastor’s foot stomped on Angel’s hand. Vaggie looked up to see Alastor’s angry eyes glare bullets into Angel as he howled painfully into his gag.

Alastor then knelt down to Angel’s eye level, gripped the collar of Angel’s jacket, pulled him in until their faces were almost touching, and whispered threateningly, “If you wish to live, Dust, you will never touch her like that again.”

Alastor then picked Angel up and threw him over his shoulder easily as if he were a towel. Before Vaggie knew what was happening, Rosie did the same thing to her.

“Rosie, not so rough,” Alastor protested placing his arm on Angel’s back to stabilize him. “If that is how you’re going to treat my future wife, I might have to rethink your present.”

“My apologies, Alastor,” Rosie said readjusting Vaggie so that she was being carried bridal style. “I’ll try to be more careful. Please don’t give my new toy away.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Alastor said merrily stepping onto the first stair going into his basement. “I’ll see you two later.”

Without another word, Alastor began stepping down his stairs while Angel stared back at Vaggie as reassuringly as he possibly could until they were out of sight. Vaggie stared back until her eyelids finally slid shut as Rosie gently carried her back towards the house.

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petitprincess1 · 4 years

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Good Evening Ch5 (It’s a Deal Then?)

AO3 Link Summary: Charlie and Vaggie talk about Al’s proposition, more questions about this permanently smiling man arise, and Angelo get texts from an associate of Valentino. Words: 1,787 Sorry for any typos, been sneezing all day and don’t have the energy. ~~~ Charlie walked up the stairs and through where she a door still open to a random floor. She went around the corridors, hearing Vaggie speaking to the guest that stole some alcohol. The blonde girl was expecting to see her lover arguing with the thief, but when she rounded the corner and peeked into the room, she saw Vaggie simply explaining the rules of the hotel. The guest seemed ashamed and desperate for the vodka.

The goth girl gave a small sigh as she looked around the room, trying to find something to pour it into. Vaggie grabbed a glass nearby, went into the bathroom, and poured a little bit of cold water from the faucet. She came back with the glass and told them, “Give me the bottle.”

The guest hugged the bottle close to their chest for a few seconds, glanced at the alcohol, back at Vaggie, and then sighed as they handed the bottle to her. The sex worker uncorked the bottle and poured a bit of the vodka into the cold water, watching it fill up. She handed the half-water and half-vodka to the guest, making the guest take the glass with a slightly grateful look. Vaggie gave them a small nod before leaving out the room, causing Charlie to quickly move away from the door. The goth girl walked out the room, closed the door, and then jumped at the sound of someone squealing.

Vaggie quickly turned the person in apprehension and raised the bottle to smack them with, just to immediately calm down at seeing Charlie. The mayor’s daughter was rocking on her heels with a large grin on her face and looked as if her eyes were sparkling. The silver-haired girl turned her head and asked, hiding a blush, “Wh-What? I’m not that hard-hearted.”

“I’m just…so happy to see you showing your soft side!!” Charlie exclaimed in such joy, prancing a bit in place. Seeing her apple dumpling so excited made Vaggie blush a bit more and tried to hide behind her hair a bit, while asking, “D-Did you c-come see me fo-or a reas-son?”

Charlie then swiftly went serious as she pressed her fingers together and explained, “Oh! Right, uh, well, Al suggested- well…more like asserted that he wants to help run the Happy Hotel with us, which you know, but he also is cooking for us. I don’t know why and I don’t know what to say. Vaggie, what if he holds what I did against me? What if-”

Vaggie tried to calm her by saying, “Listen to me, Charlie, we don’t know what he’ll do. So…I guess we will go along with whatever it is that he has planned, but just set some parameters. Keep him away from these people as much as possible, okay? We don’t know how dangerous he is.”

Charlie took a deep breath and nodded, “Yeah, yeah, I guess you’re right. What’s the worst that could come from-” before she could finish, there was the sound of what seemed like very muffled yelling coming from downstairs. The two gave each other concerned stares before running off down the hall to get to the stairs.

Angelo looked at what was going on with the three in the room, watching Niffty yell up at Husk for breaking plates, while the old man glared vehemently at Alastor, who was just casually humming as he placed the large pot on the stove. The younger man shifted a bit in place and repeated, “So, do ya two know each other or…?”

Husk yelled at Angelo, “What made you realize that, smartass!? I’m always havin’ to clean up this shitbags mess! No matter what it is that I’m doin’ or where I am, I gotta come to help this fuckin’ clown!”

Angelo looked at Al to see his reaction and the man was just stirring around the pot gumbo, making it seem like he wasn’t paying attention. The porn star hummed, raising an eyebrow at Husk and smirking, “So, ya two are fuckin’ then?”

Alastor suddenly stopped stirring and shouted, “Ha! No.”

Husker agreed, “Fuck no. I’d rather stick my dick down a garbage disposal and turn it on than the inside that dumbass.”

“Oh, I hope that you use protection, Husker,” Al joked, giving a quiet chuckle and grinning widely. This just made Angelo even confused, since neither of the two specified how they met one another or what they did with one another. He was about to ask what it was, but Niffty ended up shoving a broom and dustpan into his arms. She huffed, “Less talking and more cleaning!”

The small girl shoved Angelo towards the broken ceramic and then went to make the rice. The fluffy haired man huffed as he began to sweep up the shattered plate. As he was doing this, Charlie and Vaggie came sprinting into the kitchen. Charlie took a few deep breaths and then asked anyone, “We…heard shouting…what’s…going on?”

Alastor shrugged his shoulders and chuckled, wrapping an arm around Husk and pulling him down to rub his cheek against his, “Nothing more, but a tearful reunion, doll!”

Husk grumbled as he pushed Al away and left out of the kitchen, going to possibly drink and pretend to give a shit about his job. Charlie decided to question that later as she looked back at the creole and announced, “By the way, Al, I’ve thought about your proposal.”

Alastor stopped stirring, placed a lid on the pot- making Niffty sigh at the heavenly, savory smell of the gumbo being taken away -and turned to the blonde-haired girl. He grinned and hummed, showing that he was waiting for her to continue. Charlie went on, “Alright, so, you’re sketchy as fuck and you wishing to run this hotel because of boredom is…odd. However, we don’t have a lot of staff members and you being on the radio could offer great promotion for the hotel. So, I am taking your offer, on the condition there’ll be no tricks or twists attached.”

Al held out his hand and smiled, “So, it’s a dea-”

Vaggie quickly added, “However, you cannot stay at this hotel. This is meant for those going through rehab and…despite some problems, you appear to be mentally sound.”

The creole’s smile seemed to lessen just slightly as he hummed, “Well, I already have brought my possessions with me. It seems rather rude to turn me away, don’t you think? After me helping you…”

Niffty chimed as she stirred the gumbo and paid attention to the boiling rice, “It does seem weird, since he’s making this meal for us.”

While that also made sense, Charlie, Vaggie, and Angelo knew exactly what “help” that the man was actually referring to. Angelo then suddenly jumped up from cleaning up the shards of plate and suggested, “Well, uh, I got someplace ya can hang out in, at least for right now.”

Charlie cleared her throat and also said, “I…can also, maybe, ask my parents if you can stay over, but that also may take some time…and convincing.”

Alastor’s smile became more sincere as he walked over to Angelo and Charlie, wrapping his arms around the two and hugging them. He jovially said, “My goodness! Such fantastic people you are! I cannot wait to get to know you both over time! Now,” he then grabbed Angelo and practically ordered, “come along, my friend. You need to show me to this new keen abode of yours.”

Angelo clarified as he got dragged off, “Well, it ain’t really mine and…uh…” he trailed off when he saw Niffty drain the rice and then taste the gumbo. It immediately made his stomach turn when Charlie and Vaggie go over to the pot. The thought of the eye just floating around in the thick stew. He shouted, mostly to the girls “Hey, uh, maybe we should stay! Don’t want your food ta-”

Niffty assured Angelo, which only made him more stressed, “Don’t worry, Angie! We’ll save you some after we serve the guests!”

Angelo wanted to say more, but he was yanked out the door by a way too excited Al, who called out to the three girls, “Make sure to properly season that gumbo, you lovely tomatoes!”

The last thing the two heard was Vaggie questioning as to why they were called tomatoes.

When Angelo were outside, Al looked him up and down and mumbled, “First, we need to change your outfit.”

Angelo, despite feeling nauseous, flirted, “Why? Afraid ya gonna fall for temptation~?” ~~~ Angelo sat in the seat, looking grumpy, since he was forced to change into a white dress shirt, dark dress pants, pink suspenders, and a pink and gold bowtie. He absolutely hated this outfit, mostly because he was sure how Al procured this outfit. Alastor just said that he won it in a fair game…whatever that meant.

However, Angelo was also busy texting someone he labeled as “man with crazy clown bitch”, who was asking where Valentino was and demanding answers from him. Angelo just texted back:

Angelo: Listen, Voxxie, I’m dealing with family business. Ya know how serious my dad is about family and ya don’t wanna fuck with that, right? Just give me like an hour. I’ll be there.

Crazy-bitch-having-man: Make it 20. You hardly have the power to call the shots here, sweetheart.

Angelo huffed as he slid down the car seat and rubbed at his temples, not knowing what to say or do. Alastor glanced at Angelo and asked him as he parked in front of a small house, “Are you alright, ethel?”

The mob-child shrugged his shoulders as he mumbled, “Yeah, it’s alright. I can handle this shit.”

The creole looked at him again and grinned, “I can be quite persuasive, cher. …Are you sure?”

Angelo flinched at Al’s voice slightly dropping a bit in pitch and making him slightly tremble, but it definitely wasn’t only in fear. The two then jumped when the car window got tapped on quite loudly. Al rolled down the window and saw black, long-haired man, who Angelo knew immediately. He grinned, “Hey, Pen.”

Pentious stared at Alastor and then smirked, “Well, well, well, if it isn’t smarmy nutter with the ladylike chap! It’s quite nice to see you again, Alastor. Still yakking in your fancy-shmancy radio tower and having a good ol wank at hearing your repulsive voice?”

Once again, Angelo was feeling uncomfortable at how many people Alastor knew and, apparently and possibly, fucked over. He was expecting the creole to say something sarcastic or be oddly kind like he was to Husk. Instead, Alastor just asked with a giant grin, “Do I know you?”

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