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Daddy’s Girl (A Hazbin OC Fanfic)

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Ch.14: Advice to a Sinner

Part 1

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🚨TRIGGER WARNINGS: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MENTIONS OF SA, VIOLENCE AND ANGST!🚨

The silence between the two sinners could kill them again, Bean and Eugenia stood across from each other not looking at the other.

Where would Bean even start? What did she want? How did she want this conversation to go?

Eugenia cleared her throat, “Um-”

“Did you love me?” Bean blurted.

Her mother stood shocked, as if this was something absurd. “Of course.”

“Then why?” Bean swallowed her anger. She had asked it, the question that had been on her mind for years, and her mother was still breathing, well not really but who cares!

“Bean.." Eugenia’s eyes became glassy, “I am so sorry..I- I can’t even explain it, there’s a lot of stuff I just don’t remember..”

Bean stared at her mother in disbelief, How could she forget? For her, every time she thought about it it was like it happened yesterday, it always felt like the first time.. “You can’t remember?” She narrowed her eyes.

“I have an old mind Bea, I can’t remember half the things I did or said,” Eugenia answered, she noticed her daughter’s sad eyes. She grabbed her hands, “But I do know that I love you, and I will do whatever it takes to make it right! I swear.” Before Bean could even think of what to say she was pulled into a hug by Eugenia, “I love you so much,” her mother whispered.

The blue sinner awkwardly reciprocated the hug, “I love you too,” She flashed a fake smile. In all honesty Bean DID love her mother but..she was stuck. She wasn’t exactly angry with Eugenia..but she wasn’t happy.

How was it so easy for her? She was able to function around others, and do whatever she wanted. While Bean couldn’t stop looking over her shoulder.

Maybe she should just forget. Maybe he wasn’t really there. Maybe everyone moved on and she was in the wrong.

Maybe she should let go.

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Something that Voe never expected was dying, she sure as hell didn’t think she’d die again!

But that’s what happened.

Voe the Beau had died, it felt as though she’d taken a quick nap and was woken up by her face slamming on the roof of her husband’s radio station. Coming back she loved the attention she was getting, however it was short lived as her own offspring didn’t remember her. It had apparently been TWO MONTHS! It was heartbreaking every day trying to get them to remember her, it drained her..She didn’t know what to do..and like a typical 1900s male, Alastor the Radio Douche was apparently no help; acting as though his own son had the plague. So..he was on punishment.

The doe had been in her room all day, she decided to go bother her best bitch Angel Dust. However, when Voe got to his room it sounded like he had company, she could hear Cherri and Bean’s voice. She knocked on the door before entering, “Hello hoes,” the sinner smirked, posing in the doorway.

“Wow, real progressive of you,” Cherri rolled her eye.

Voe side eyed her, she was not in the mood for her or anyone really- BUT ESPECIALLY HER! “Anyway, what’s crackin bitches?” The three of them had three different answers, a mixture of “Nothing”, “Crack” and “Dildos”. The doe sinner rolled her eyes, the little trio had become thicker than thieves. Maybe because they shared common interests of a wild lifestyle, or maybe it was something deeper. She looked at them with a straight face.

“Sorry toots,” Angel shrugged. “We didn’t think you’d wanna hear about this with everything you’ve got goin on..”

“Don’t worry about that,” Voe waved it off, sitting on the bed. “Now give up the goods!”

Angel and Cherri looked at Bean, “Well,” the blue sinner started. “I was telling Angel and Cherri how my mom has been getting more involved with my life.”

This made Voe’s face scrunch up, she disliked Eugenia with a passion; she stood in her face knowing what she did to her daughter and talked about motherhood with her! “You forgave her?”

Bean shrugged, “I don’t know..maybe..”

“I wouldn’t forgive that bitch!” Cherri interjected. “She’s waltzing around Hell like you’re not suffering!”

“She needs to talk to her husband about fucking off!” Angel agreed. “Before my bullets tell him!” The spider and the cyclops laughed, high fiving.

“She can’t even remember why she let him do it,” Bean clenched her fist. “Maybe I’m just overreacting..”

Voe noticed markings in her palm, this was affecting her more than she’d want to admit; she thought about how Bean was always playing around or just smiling, then she remembered having to sew her back up. It reminded Voe of the scars on Alastor’s chest and how he always kept a smile on his face. Her dad had always told her about patients who had trauma and had to live with the person traumatizing them, it drained them mentally. Voe never understood why those people don’t just leave, being dead she got it; some sinners were lucky to have power, while others weren’t so lucky. Like Angel. Husk. Niffty. Bean. They were at the mercy of anyone more powerful than them, The Vees. Alastor. Even Voe had been at the mercy of Velvette for a minute..

“Have you thought about maybe cutting your mom off?” She spoke up.

The sinners became quiet, even Barktholomew who was laying down sat up.

“Why would I do that?” Bean looked offended.

“She’s literally the reason why what happened to you happened, can you honestly say that you would forgive ANYONE for doing that? Would you do that to someone you cared about?” Voe explained it the best way she could, she tried sounding like her dad.

“No,” the sinner stared at the doe.

“So..why is it okay for her to do that to you?”

“It’s not but..that’s my mom,” Bean looked confused.

“So? She did something horrible to you-”

“She didn’t do it!” Bean interrupted.

“No, but she let it happen, that’s just as bad! Now she can’t even remember!” Voe was becoming a little annoyed, it’s like she wasn’t getting it. Geez, this is stuff her dad had to deal with? She’s glad she took the theater route.

“Calm down Voe,” Cherri scoffed. “Don’t cry,” she smirked.

“Hey!” Angel nudged his friend. “Don’t do that!”

Good thing Angel stepped in, Voe was three seconds from plucking the only eye she had!

“My mom is old, her mind is at least,” Bean explained.

“That doesn’t make it right,” Voe narrowed her eyes. “It happened! And you’re suffering!”

“No I’m not!” Bean’s voice became loud, which Voe was not a fan of.

“Right Bean, because I wasn’t the one who sewed up your back a few months ago,” Voe crossed her arms.

Angel and Cherri looked at Bean. Clearly they didn’t tell each other everything.

“What happened to ya back?” Angel asked.

Bean looked at Voe, “Nothing.”

Voe rolled her eyes, was she supposed to just know that that was a secret? The doe sighed, this was not going in the direction she had hoped, “You do realize that moms shouldn’t treat their kids that way right? My mom and I had our differences, but I couldn’t imagine her letting some man abuse me! I couldn’t even imagine my own dad abusing me!”

It was silent for a moment before Bean buried her face in her legs. Clearly that was the wrong thing..or the right thing? Ugh!

“I guess some people have all the luck,” Cherri glared at Voe, with her arm around Bean.

“At least I was trying to come up with other alternatives other than ya know, violence,” Voe glared back at the Australian sinner.

“First off, violence was my idea,” Angel crossed his arms. “And second..” he dropped his arms smiling, “I think she gets it, just not somethin she wants to hear.”

The doe opened her mouth to speak when the door was kicked open. “SPEAKING OF THINGS TO HEAR!” Eric jumped inside the room like a maniac.

The sinners, even Bean, stared at him in confusion.

“Um..I think that’s my cue to..” Voe stands up gesturing towards the door. “Yeah, good luck with your endeavors,” she says leaving.

“Ooo is now a bad time?” Eric looked at the three that were left.

Angel looked from Eric to his bedroom door that now a hole in it, he was pissed,

“My fuckin door!” She heard Angel yell down the hall.

Voe honestly could’ve talked forever, but she obviously wasn’t getting through to her. Maybe it was the age difference..

The doe just brushed it off making her way to the elevator, when the doors opened she saw the mother of the spawn. Eugenia. The two women stared at each other.

Eugenia cleared her throat, “Were you going up? Or down?” She smiled awkwardly.

Voe’s ears fell as she made a disapproving noise. She let the doors close, glaring at the sorry excuse for a mother until the elevator left.

She’d take the next one.

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Back in Angel’s room, a scared but excited Eric was trying to explain to the spider demon why he kicked a hole in his door. “You have 3 seconds to explain to me why you kicked my fuckin door down,” He stood up, towering over Eric.

“Sorry I got excited,” Eric smiled nervously, “We’re actually here for Bean.”

Bean looked at the red sinner with confusion, “What do you need now?”

Eric composed himself, standing up and cleaning his throat, “We need..THE LAST PIECE OF THE PUZZLE!”

Cherri, Angel and Bean stared at each other, then at The Podcast Demon. “Three seconds are up,” Angel pulled out a gun.

“Can you guys come with me.. please?” Eric practically begged.

The three sinners groaned, “Fine.”

With that they followed Eric, to what, they literally had no clue.

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Indiana, 1977

Arielle was special. She got good grades. Was a semi good student. In the band. And was just perfect in every way.

This is what interested Donnie, when Erin told him they were best friends he knew he had to take this opportunity.

However..when Donnie pulled up to her high school she hadn’t come to school at all. How strange. He sat in the van thinking.

“Can we see mama?” His daughter startled him, he forgot she was there.

“Shh,” Donnie ignored Bea, starting the engine.

After an hour of struggling to drive through snow, and listening to Bea name every snowflake, Donnie saw a gas station ahead, “Stay,” He told the 4 year old who was not listening.

He walked up to the convenience store but was stopped at the entrance.

“Excuse me sir,” a strawberry blonde girl stepped in front of the man, “Can you buy me and my friends a case of beer?” Donnie raised an eyebrow, these girls couldn’t be older than 15 or 16, they wore uniforms but the top buttons were opened and their plaid skirts up above their knees. He could practically see their ovaries, not that he was looking!

“Shouldn’t you be at home?” Donnie narrowed his eyes.

The strawberry blonde looked at her little friends rolling her eyes, if Beatrice ever rolled her eyes he’d take one out, he’d do it. She turned back to him, “I’ll give you the money, and something extra for the road,” her friends giggled.

Gross. Donnie scrunched up his face, “What’s your name, little girl?”

“Ugh forget it dude, buzz off,” The girl huffed, turning back to her friends.

Donnie laughed off his irritation, “I’m sorry just a long day with my kid, one of those days-”

“I don’t give a fuck about your kid man! Kick rocks!” The girl snapped. Her friends laughed even harder.

Donnie left before he shot one of the girls in the foot, this is why he’s not letting Bea eat sugar, it turns kids into psychos..

Getting made fun of by children was not on his bucket list, luck was not on Donnie’s side today…or so he thought.

“Daddy?” Bea poked him, so he poked her in the head. “Ow! I want a snack!”

Before her father could answer a bike came out of nowhere cutting him off, “What the fuck?!” Donnie glared, he noticed the person on the bike, it was the strawberry blonde chick from the gas station. Donnie stared ahead at the bike starting to speed up, until..

BAM!

His car hit the girl, sending her down the road with her bike. “Stay,” he told his daughter before leaving the car. He stood over her then checked her pulse, she was fine. Unfortunately.

He picked up her book bag only finding books, lipgloss and a student ID card. On the card was the name Arielle, Donnie smirked.

“Well well just my luck,” he bent down, picking the unconscious girl up and dragging her bike, putting both in his trunk.

He sat in the car feeling very accomplished.

“Daddy!!” Bean yelled.

“What?!”

“My snack,” she pouted. Donnie rolled his eyes before looking in Arielle’s bag finding a ham sandwich. “Yay!” She clapped.

“Don’t be a bitch to people okay?” He looked at his daughter, she gave him a thumbs up.

She didn’t know what a bitch was, but she knew it wasn’t her.

Arielle was awakened when cold water was thrown on her, she shot up coughing and gasping for air.

“Wakey wakey!” A voice shouted. Arielle looked up seeing the old dude from the gas station.

The teenage girl frantically looked at her surroundings, she was in what appeared to be a dark basement; with light coming from a high up window. The floors and walls were cold and concrete, it seemed the only way out were up some wooden stairs, “Is this about what I said to you earlier? If so, I’m sorry!” Arielle tried not to cry. “I was having a bad day too!”

The man looked at her with confusion, “Today?” He looked as though he realized something. “Oh right! No, that was three days ago!” He laughed, “I’m over that.”

“Then please let me go,” The girl whined.

“I wish I could, except I don’t! You’re part of a very special project and you should feel very lucky,” the man grinned. “I’ll be back with some water and a sandwich, you like ham?”Arielle began crying in response. “I’ll just make you a pb&j,” he said before disappearing up the stairs.

Arielle curled into a ball continuing to cry, “Hey,” a voice in a dark corner whispered. “Don’t cry, he doesn’t like noise.”

Arielle squinted, focusing her vision and gasped. It was Erin; she had gone missing about a month or two ago. The whole neighborhood had spent the first month looking for her, then it seemed like people had forgotten about her. Arielle sure had. “Erin?” The girl gasped.

“Holy shit.” Erin’s eyes widened. “Arielle?”

Present day, Hell

“That’s where he stopped,” Erin finished the story, looking at the sinners around her in the parlor.

Bean tilted her head in, “That was it?” She asked.

Erin nodded, “He said if she had any more questions we’d have to talk to the REAL Erin,” Wynter rolled her eyes. “Whatever that means.”

“Yeah! And he said I should stop impersonating people,” Erin whined.

“Well as far as I’m concerned you’re the real Erin,” Bean shrugged. She didn’t know this “other Erin or Arielle. “Do you believe him?”

“Of course not!” Eric butt in, standing over the sinners, “Which leads us to Episode Two, Part One: The Calm Before the End!”

“I’m sorry, what?” Zeke looked at his friend with confusion. “How are you organizing these episodes?”

“Thats a great question!” Charlie jumped over the armchair, falling on Zeke.

“Ow..” He whimpered.

Charlie got off the eel sinner, “Sorry,” She stood up. “I was looking for an entrance to introduce today’s activity,’ She looked at him groaning in pain.

“Yay! A Charlie activity,” Erin clapped with excitement.

Bean wasn’t in the mood for an activity, she’d fake whatever feelings the princess wanted her to portray, “There hasn’t been an activity in like a month.”

“No..You haven’t been to an activity in a month,” Vaggie crossed her arm. “Now that you aren’t doing the movie anymore you have no excuses, don’t forget why you’re all here,” the former angel looked at the residents.

“Vaggies right, we have to stay on track,” The princess stepped in front of the small crowd. “Of course there’s no rush, I think, but if you stray you’ll forget what you’re here for,” She flashed everyone an innocent smile.

The crowd stayed silent, Bean looked down at her hands, they were covered in small cuts; some were older than others. Bean had been here and didn’t know if she belonged, she didn’t even know if she actually belonged at V-Tower; she was just always there and always felt like she was missing something. Maybe she should’ve stayed on the streets..

“Now!” Charlie continued. “Today’s first activity-”

“First?” Angel who was laying on the floor groaned. “There’s more than one today?”

Charlie looked at him with a straight face, “Yes Angel, there are more sinners and some have suggested more activities!” She smiled at her subjects.

“Alright, who was it?” Cherri and Angel glared at the younger generation of sinners who all turned their heads in different directions.

“Anyway! Let’s get started with our first activity,” Charlie clapped. “It’s called ‘Talking Behind My Back’” She stopped, smiling at the small group as if she was waiting for a reaction; she got none. Charlie cleared her throat, “This activity is basically where first you spin the bottle-”

“Nice,” Eric smirked. He stopped smirking seeing Vaggie glaring at him, “Sorry, continue.”

“You spin the bottle and whoever it lands on you and that person have to sit back to back and you can say anything to them, it could be about them or it could be about how you’re feeling as of lately; I'll go first,” Charlie spun the glass soda bottle, everyone watched it spin, and spin and spin; the princess got tired of the spinning so it landed on her father.”Yay dad! Step on up!” She excitedly gestured him over.

“Oh um..that's okay Charlie i can’t, I got stuff,” Lucifer scratched the back of his head looking around the room. Then at Charlie who looked at him with a sad smile, he couldn’t disappoint his daughter, he had to be there for her; no matter how weird the lessons were. He sighed, “Okay.”

“Yay!” His daughter clapped as he sat down with her, their backs to each other. “You go first.”

“Uh” Lucifer cleared his throat, “Alright, you were adopted, I’m joking!” He laughed, but also got no reaction from the sinners. “Sorry lets get serious, I’ve been going through a lot lately; it’s hard with all the sinners and hellborns wanting different things, then the other sins are always getting into something, but I'm glad that I can count on you to be the someone that doesn’t make me wanna die,” The king smiled warmly, he heard sniffles coming from behind him, “Are you crying?”

“No. Maybe. Yes…” Charlie turned around hugging her dad, “I love you so much dad.”

The residents just looked at the Devil and his spawn hug, some looked at them feeling awkward while others were smiling at the cute scene. Bean was just confused. What if the other person said something rude to her? What then?

“That’s pretty much how it goes,” Charlie stood up, wiping a tear from her eye. “Who would like to start?” Nobody raised their hands at first, then Wynter slowly raised her hand. “Okay! Wynter! Come spin the bottle!”

Wynter knelt in front of the bottle spinning it, everyone especially Eric watched it spin until to came to a slow stop in front of Husk; everyone was shocked, except Eric who was annoyed.

“Um, no,” Husk replied before turning around.

“Come on Husk, stay in for 2 minutes,” Charlie begged.

“Don’t worry Charlie,” Alastor grinned. “He doesn’t have a choice,” His voice became distorted, indicating to Husker that he didn’t have a choice.

The grumpy cat sat down and Wynter sat facing away from him.

“Hey Whiskers?” Angel smirked. “I know she’s a fish but don’t eat her,” He laughed along with Cherri.

The former overlord growled at the two, he was way too old for this crap, “You go first,” Husk snapped at Wynter, making her jump a little.

“Okay well, I like your little hat, it reminds me of something,” Wynter tapped her nose. She did know that hat from somewhere; she just couldn’t put her finger on it.

“It’s just a hat kid, I like how you know your drinks I guess, never get any of that weak shit,” Husk smiled.

Wynter gasped, that voice..she knew that voice, “I know you!”

“Oh did I own your soul?” He rolled his eyes, he was not gonna keep apologizing to every soul he gambled.

“You’re Henirk the Magnificent!” The siren squealed.

Husk spit out his drink, there was a name he hadn’t heard in awhile. “How do you-”

“The Sands Hotel in December 1960? It was my 10th birthday, my papí took me and my brothers there, it was my first time in the states and you didn’t even know it was my birthday and you brought me up to be your assistant!” The sinner gushed, it was as if she saw a celebrity for the first time.

Husk remembered now, She was standing in the middle of a bunch of other children while he performed, she was too short too see over the taller kids but he noticed her and brought her on to get into the vanishing cabinet; Husk had never seen a kid more ecstatic. “I remember you now, Roxie?”

“Roxana,” Wynter corrected him.

“Now it’s Wynter?” The winged cat raised an eyebrow.

Wynter shrugged, “I've been through a lot the last few years, I did things I'm not proud of..especially to people I care about,” She frowned feeling embarrassed.

“I know the feelin kid,” Husk smiled. “I’ve done tons of shitty stuff that’ll prove i’m right where i belong.”

“I’m not a very good person, I find it hard to do the right thing at times,” Wynter said, getting this off her chest was like having something lifted off of her.

“Well you’re here, you're on the right track from where I'm sitting,” Husker grinned.

“Thank you Henrik,” Wynter turned around, hugging him.

“It’s Husk,” he corrected her. When Husk looked around he saw everyone staring at them smiling and some almost crying, “Alright that’s enough,” He pushed Wynter off him leaving the circle. Wynter smiled, also getting up to leave.

“Awe you guys! How sweet! You even made Vaggie cry,” CHarlie nudged Vaggie with a smirk on her face.

“No..” Vaggie rolled her eye, “There’s just something in my…nevermind,” She was such a bad liar.

“So..Henrik you gonna let me be your assistant one day?” Angel Dust whispered seductively to Husk, with a grin on his face.

Husk grinned back at him, “Only if you behave,” He left going to the bar, leaving the spider a blushing mess.

“Who would like to go next?” Charlie asked the sinners, now there were more with their hands up, except for Bean; Charlie noticed she had been quieter as of lately, she wasn’t bombastic and energetic like she used to be.

“Um, may I go?” A voice asked. It was Gigi, or Eugenia? She stepped to the front spinning the bottle.

Everyone sat in silence as it spun. Charlie didn’t know miracles could happen in Hell, but when the bottle landed on Bean angels sang.

Bean was shocked, what the fuck? Was this rigged or something? The blue sinner glared at her mother sitting in the circle, immediately turning away from her. Eugenia sat down slightly pressing her back against Bean’s. The two sat in silence for a minute, Bean had nothing to say to her..

“Are one of you gonna talk or what?” Cherri rolled her eye.

“I’ll start,” Eugenia spoke up, “I thought about our talk and I do remember some things..” Bean’s eyes widened, waiting for her mother to continue talking. “I remember one time when you were 10 you had to get on a school bus with a cruel girl that was in your class, I think her name was Bree or something? She’d always call you names but you always were so brave to never retaliate, you never harmed a fly and that’s what I love about you.”

Bean giggled, she thought her mom and secretly knew her daughter was a killer, damn. Guess not. “Yeah um I killed like 15 to 20 people..” the sinner replied.

Eugenia was silent, “Oh,” she said. “And..you’re a porn star?”

“You watched my videos?” Bean smiled, flattered.

“The entertainment district has your face everywhere so it’s kind of hard to miss,” Eugenia sounded offended.

Bean scoffed, “I’m sorry, are you judging me?” She laughed in disbelief.

“Ladies,” Charlie smiled nervously, “Let’s keep it positive.”

“Of course your majesty,” Eugenia smiled at Charlie. “I just don’t understand, you wanted to be a dancer, I’m finding out that you’re in the porn industry,” she said to her daughter.

“I’m sorry but I don’t think the woman that had a serial killer for a boyfriend and a pedophile for a husband has room to judge,” Bean side eyed her mother.

“You can’t turn around,” Vaggie stated. Bean turned back around.

Eugenia took a breath, she was going about this wrong, she didn’t want to anger her she wanted to show her daughter she was sorry, “Look, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to belittle you or what you do, I just want us to be okay; when you died I was devastated for years, and I want to be better don’t you?”

Bean stayed silent digging her nails into her palm, she wanted this activity to be over, her mom wasn’t really getting it, or maybe she wasn’t getting; whatever she just wanted her dog or to be alone. Speaking of dogs, why didn’t Barktholomew have to be down here?! This was ridiculous! She looked up at Charlie, “Can I sit back with everyone else?” She asked.

Charlie saw how uncomfortable Bean was, which apparently is something she didn’t really think about; someone being uncomfortable. “Sure,” she watched as the sinner moved from behind her mother and back next to Cherri, sitting in a fetal position hiding her face. Eugenia slowly made her way back to her post. “Alright, anyone else ?” The princess scanned the room, tough crowd. “Okay then! Let’s move onto the next activity,” She snapped her fingers and small journals appeared in front of them.

“Uhh..homework?” Cherri examined the sparkly journal with the words “Penny for your Thoughts?” On the front.

“Technically no, I want you guys to write something that you missed from being alive, something that you loved doing when you were alive, and during the week I want you to write how you started doing that thing again; even if you couldn’t do it, write why, I call it ‘The Passion Project’,” The princess of Hell looked at the residents with a warm smile on her face. “That’s all for now,” the group of sinners dispersed, heading in different directions.

Bean stood up flipping through the empty pages, a hand grabbing her arm startled her; it was her mother..again.

“Hey,” Eugenia smiled at her, “I was thinking that we could do this project together, I think we’d have a lot of fun doing this together.”

The younger sinner did not know what to say, she gave an exhausted, “Okay.” Her mother hugged her again, and it honestly was the most uncomfortable she had ever felt.

“Bean!” Someone called her name, sure looked around the room spotting Zeke gesture her over.

Bean felt relief seeing him, “I have to go,” she pushed Eugenia away, starting to leave.

“Okay, let me know when you want to start,” she called to her daughter.”

Bean turned around, giving her mom a fake smile.

This would be a long week..

“Sir! Sir!” Eric was trying to catch up to Lucifer, with Zeke, Erin, Bean and Wynter following behind. Lucifer was faster than them, geez short people sure could walk fast. Either he couldn’t hear Eric or he was ignoring him.

“Leave me alone podcast boy,” The king kept walking.

“Please sir, we need to know something! One last thing!” Erin yelled.

Lucifer stopped turning around, Eric bumped into him, “Sorry.”

The Devil rolled his eyes, “What do you want?” He asked. Eric opened his mouth to speak, but Lucifer closed his mouth, “Not you, her,” He pointed to Erin. “What do you want?”

Erin slowly walked forward, “I want to talk to the real Erin, I don’t trust Donnie; I need her file to see where she is.”

The king of Hell sighed, this is what happens when you change your status on sinstagram to “Here 4 whateva U need,” “Look, I can’t show you that information, Erin’s owned.”

Bean gasped, "She's a slave?!”

“No,” Lucifer looked at her with an annoyed expression. “Her soul is owned, and I can’t tell you who so don’t ask- it’s Vox,” The sinners stared at the king in shock; they didn’t know it would be that easy. The Vees put a own payment on an orphanage an left Lucifer to deal with finding a new home for the orphans, fuck those douches. “So if you’re gonna find her she would be at V-Tower, don’t you work there?” He looked at Bean.

Bean looked around suspiciously, “Maybe..”

“That's great!” Eric grabbed her shoulders. “You’re our eyes on the inside! Get the file from Vox and see what department she works in, then report back to us.”

“And how do you expect me to get it?” Bean moved his hands away.

“Aren’t you a porn actress?” Wynter asked. “Use your acting skills.”

“You want me to whore myself out for the file?” Bean raised an eyebrow; they all looked at her with blank expressions, she rolled her eyes, “Or..I can just steal it.”

“Yeah, do that,” Eric agreed along with everyone else.

“Whatever, you guys are ridiculous ,” Bean walked away from her friends. She stopped in her tracks realizing something. She hadn’t talked to Vox since she fucked up Vox-2-Nite.

SHIT!

She needed a drink.

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“I NEED ANOTHER DRINK! GIMME!!” An intoxicated Bean screamed over the loud club music. Angel and Cherri decided that their friend needed some stress relief, and what better way to relax than a loud club with flashing lights and sinners coming up trying to fuck you?! She was 10 pounds soaking wet and ready to get to 20 pounds!

“GIVE US MORE BITCH!” Cherri began banging on the bar as she yelled at the bartender.

“Does anyone else hate when their mom comes into their room just to stare at them?!” Bean slurred.

Angel laughed, “When I was alive my mom cried the entire day on me and my sister’s 12th birthday! She was always cryin!” He downed a shot.

“My mom took all my shit including my fuckin bed! All because I missed a few school days,” Cherri rolled her eye.

“Moms are fucking annoying, People are fucking annoying! SOMEBODY FUCKING KILL ME!” Bean stood on the stool screaming to the crowd of sinners.

The blue sinner laughed and jumped up and down, it was clear to Angel that Bean was not having a good time. Husk had taught him about the difference between having fun and drinking to forget, the spider knew all too well about drinking to forget. Bean was laughing and smiling, she was dancing but she always had a drink in her hand, he never saw her without one; she just kept drinking like she didn’t lungs. Bean at one point falls off the stool but Cherri catches her before Angel could get to her.

“That was fun!” She laughed.

“Oh yeah?” Cherri smirked. “Wanna have more fun?” The cyclop sinner shook a baggie of a white powder in her face. Before Bean could take the drugs Angel pulled Cherri away. “Um ow?”

“What are you doin?” Angel crossed his arms.

“She’s upset Angie, she wants an escape,” Cherri put her hands on her hips.

“She’s still upset, she’s hurting herself,” Angel explained to her.

“Then why’d you want us to come here?” His friend stared at him with a straight face.

Right..this was his idea, but that wasn’t the point! According to Voe you can have fun without drinking and getting high. “Look, let's just lie and tell her that her dog got eaten, so we have to leave immediately.”

“Ugh fine, we were only here for 6 hours,” Cherri pouted. The two turn to get Bean, but instead see an empty stool, “Shit where’d she go.”

She was having the time of her life, Bean danced in the crowd amongst the other sinners and hellborns. She didn’t have a care in the world, that was until the sinner bumped into someone at the bar, it was Donnie, “Oop, sorry.” Bean said in a nonchalant tone. He didn’t answer, as he wasn’t wearing his mask; why was he here? Wasn’t he a bit too old for the club? She decided to sit next to him, “What are you doing here?” He didn’t answer, he didn’t even put on his mask. Donnie continued to ignore her, “Are you mad at me or something?” Bean asked, she was starting to get upset, and she didn’t even know why, “Because I didn’t tie you up and use electroshock on you for a week, you did that! I didn’t cut your hair! And I didn’t try to shoot you because of some petty argument! I didn’t leave you with a monster!”

Donnie snatched his mask on, “You cannot fault me for that! I died!”

“But if you weren’t a bad person you wouldn’t have been- UGH Why couldn’t you have just been my dad!” Bean yelled in frustration.

“I was your dad,” Donnie scoffed. This was not how he wanted his night to go.

“I meant not a murderer! You even lied to yourself, saying we were spending time together when it was you collecting for your hobbies!” She slammed her fist on the bar.

“Are you drunk?” Her father raised an eyebrow. He couldn’t understand half of what she was saying.

“Only an Itsy-bitsy spider,” She slurred.

Donnie sighed in frustration, he definitely could’ve been a better dad; she’s just lucky he wasn’t his dad. “Fine, I’ll tell you something, look at me,” he turned her to face him. “You had a shitty life, and even a shitty afterlife; you know that now right?” Bean nodded. “Good, now do something about it, or you’ll just turn into the people you hate.”

Bean’s mind was foggy but she understood, she couldn’t imagine doing to someone what Stef did to her, “No one was there to protect me, and I did things to other people that didn’t deserve it, maybe I’m already like him..” She dug her nails into her palm, she was so ashamed.

“That stuff’s in the past now,” The masked sinner shrugged. “If it makes you feel a little better, you’re turning out a whole lot better than I did at your age.

“Thanks,” she smiled sadly. Her dad “The Northern Killer” was proud of her, well she took what she could get.

“Hey, take this, it’ll cheer you up,” he handed her a white pill.

“What is it?” She examined it.

“Flinstone vitamin,” He lied.

Bean gasped taking the pill before leaving, Donnie wondered how he could have such a idiot for a kid. She was a good kid though.

Whatever Donnie gave her started working immediately, she was dancing on tables and making out with strangers, “WHO WANTS A DRINK?!” She yelled into the crowd, everyone cheered as the blue sinner threw a bottle.

“OW MY EYE!!” A demon screamed.

Her phone vibrated, it was Valentino, he had been texting all night and she ignored it, like she ignored the previous texts she got earlier.

“Latte!” She heard a familiar Italian voice. It was Angel Dust walking up to her with Cherri by his side. “Where ya been?!” He yelled over the music.

“I saw my daddy! He gave me magic!” Bean laughed spinning around.

Cherri stopped her, looking into her eyes; “We’re gonna get you home alright babe?” She hated when Angel- well anyone was right, but Angel was right; she was just trying to numb herself, but it was only hurting her in the end.

“Give me a true love’s kiss,” She puckered her lips. The one eyed demon blushed, not knowing what to do then Bean’s phone went off, now she was pissed, “What does this needy slut want?!” She took her phone from her pocket.

Val 🩷: Sugar baby.. get here by 7 am tomorrow, I need you for a shoot.

Bean glared at the message, he always wanted her somewhere! He wasn’t the boss of her! “You know what..” she began typing .

“Uh..Latte what are you doin?” Angel asked, hoping she wasn’t doing what he thought she was doing. He had drunk texted Val before and got four fists connected to his face the next day.

Cherri l looked over her shoulder grinning, “Fuck Yeah!” She was getting pumped at every word Bean typed.

“Toots don’t do anything-”

“Sent,” Bean pressed send.

Bean 🫘: FUCK YOU VAL! YYOUR SHITTY AS DUCK!! AND YOU’RE FD SCRPTS ARE STUPID! I QUIT YOU TALL AS MOTH BITCH! YOU’RE DICK IS MAD SMALL!! MOTH SLAY!

“Fuck yeah bitch!” Cherri high fived Bean as they made their way out of the club.

Looking at the message Angel honestly felt a bit proud of her, Latte was makin moves. Good on her.

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After leaving the club the three sinners were totally trashed, They laughed and shouted into the night. Bean had never felt more alive than when she was with Angel and Cherri. After sending Val that text she felt like she could do anything.

“Val is gonna be super pissed when he sees that text!” Cherri laughed.

“That’s if he can see it,” Angel laughed with her.

“I feel so fucking WIRED!” Bean screamed. “If he can’t read it, I’ll read it to him! Fuck Val!” She jumped up and down.

“Fuck Val!” Cherri shouted.

“Fuck Val!” Angel shouted along with his friends.

Bean felt on top of the world! Maybe it was the alcohol and drugs talking, or her clothes whispering to her, but she had fun! Nothing could ruin-

“Hey bitch!” A familiar voice yelled. Angel, Cherri and Bean turned to see Reaper.

“Ugh, this guy,” Angel rolled his eyes. “I told you I don’t give out freebies!”

“Fuck you Angel! I wasn’t talking to you! I was talking to her!” He looked angrily in Bean’s direction who was not paying attention.

Her friends looked at her, then back at him, “You have a problem with her?” Cherri pointed to Bean, who was busy looking at the sky. The one eyed sinner snapped in her face getting her attention.

“What?!” She said irritated.

“You know this guy?” Angel asked her.

Bean looked Reaper up and down, she tried to remember, “I feel like I do, but I can’t put my finger on it.”

“Let me jog your memory!” Reaper took what would’ve been hands, but instead two nubs out of his pockets.

“Um ew?” Angel looked disgusted.

“Can you put those away?” Cherri looked like she could throw up at the sight of the flesh.

“Ooo, I remember now, how are ya?” Bean waved.

“How am I- look at me! I have no FINGERS!” The angry sinner.

“Maybe next time don’t throw drinks in my face!” Bean screamed back. Who’d this guy think he was! Ruining her night! Yelling at her! Fucking her shirts!

“Come on toots,” Angel pulled the sinner away from the angry man.

Bean, Cherri and Angel started walking in the opposite direction.

“How was the movie bitch?!” Reaper yelled. “Heard it was based on a true story!”

This made Bean freeze in place, she growled her eyes becoming yellow. She turned back to Reaper walking towards him.

“Think we should help?” The spider demon smirked.

“Wait wait I was just joking! WAIT!” Reaper screamed, getting backed into a corner.

“She’ll be fine,” Cherri Bomb grinned, putting her hands on her hips. The duo laughed, watching as their friend ripped Reaper apart while he was still alive.

Charlie and Vaggie were up late discussing what they wanted to do for the residents when a trashed Angel, Cherri and Bean came into the hotel laughing. Bean had blood all over her clothes.

“Guys, what the fuck?” Vaggie crossed her arms, walking up to the trio.

“What? We had a little fun tonight,” Angel laughed thinking of tonight’s events.

“Fun? Did you kill somebody?” Charlie came up to them.

“Nope! I did!” Bean raised her hand excitedly.

Charlie and Vaggie looked at each other then back at Bean. “Bean, we have something we want to ask you something,” The princess moved her away from her friends.

Bean felt her stomach fold in on itself, did she do something wrong? Everyone kills everyone down here.

“Are you okay?” Vaggie asked, sounding the most concerned that Bean had ever heard.

“Yeah, I just- I’m fine,” she felt her face heat up.

“We heard about the things that happened to you, when you were alive,” Charlie looked at her sad eyes.

Bean was speechless. Who told? What the fuck?

“Your mom told us, she noticed you ignoring her,” The princess continued.

Bean could feel her blood begin to boil, what gave her the right?! This happened to her!! Eugenia always wanted to be the hero! So no one would see her as the villain!

“I-..I’m sorry..” was all she could muster up. She felt pathetic.

Charlie grabbed her hands, “Don’t be! Bean, you're doing the best you can! And that’s amazing, I’m so proud of you,” she gave the sinners a warm smile.

Bean smiled, happy that they didn’t see her as a failure.

“However, if you want to see progress you can’t keep letting your emotions get the best of you,” Vaggie explained. “They cause you to lash out at the wrong people.”

Thinking about it, Bean became glassy eyed, “I want to change,” her voice cracked. “But I’m scared, I’m scared I’ll become trapped…again.”

“No one is trapping you,” Angel walked in. “ We wouldn’t do that.”

“I don’t know that.. I was trapped with my stepdad when I was alive, living in a home with people that could’ve protected me but didn’t. I died thinking I’d be free from him, I was wrong; he trapped me in an apartment for years and watched me become a feral monster!” She cried. “And when I finally escaped, I was homeless for 5 more years, where I was beaten and assaulted and ripped apart! When I thought I was free with the Vees they locked me in a room..trapping me too” Bean didn’t dare look at any of them. “I can’t just trust that I’ll be okay.”

Cherri hugged her tightly, letting her cry into her chest, “I know it doesn’t matter but..you can trust us, no one in this hotel would steer you wrong.”

Bean wiped her tears away. “Promise?”

“Promise,” Charlie, Vaggie, Angel and Cherri all wrapped their pinkies around Bean’s pinky.

Bean knew now, this was her home.

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The next day, Bean didn’t know what to expect when Val had wanted to talk after her shoot. She paced her dressing room with her nails in her palm, it had been an hour and she could hear muffled talking and some laughter, that was good; he was in a good mood..hopefully..

🚨TRIGGER WARNINGS: THIS SCENE CONTAINS PHYSICAL VIOLENCE & MANIPULATION!!🚨

The door slowly opened, the sinner turned her head to the overlord standing in the doorway. Bean tried to swallow the fear stuck in her throat, “Val..I-" she was interrupted when Val slammed the door locking it.

The moth demon walked up to her holding his cigarette, before Bean could even think or say anything he snatched her up, sticking the lit cigarette in her neck, “AHH!” She screamed as he kept it pressed against her skin, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

Valentino threw Bean on the floor, “Did you really think you could send a drunk text then ‘pretend’ like you didn’t send that to me?!”

Holy shit! She did send that! and her drunk ass deleted it thinking it would be gone from Val’s phone too. Bean sat up mentally bracing herself for another attack.

“After everything I’ve done for you!” Val walked closer to the sinner, “You wanna leave?!” The overlord snatched her up, pinning her against the wall.

Was he kidding?! “Val..I am not Angel!” She blurted.

“Excuse me?” He wrapped his hand around her neck.

Bean was struggling to breathe but kept going, “You don’t own me..you cannot keep me here, you will not keep me here,” she kept a stern face but was honestly trying not to piss herself.

The overlord’s face shifted from anger to shock, she was right; sure he could lock her up, tie her down but she’d find some way to escape. He’d have to try something else.

Val dropped her on the floor, Bean quickly stood up. Then Valentino did something she never expected from him, he fell to his knees, he was still taller than her; he then proceeded to hold her, “Don’t go.”

“Val, I have to,” Bean tried getting out of his grasp, “You’ve only hurt me.”

“I don’t mean to! You make me crazy! Please Bean!” He yelled.

He said her name, not her stage name, her actual name..he was being real. She couldn’t get sucked in, she needed to get to Vox, Erin or Arielle needed to see the real Erin.

Bean was slowly turning a red color, “Val..”

Valentino grabbed her face, “I can’t lose the only person I can relate to..” Bean stared into his red hot eyes saying nothing.

She didn’t know what to say.

She didn’t know what to do.

“You know you can relate to me too,”he continued. “That’s why you stay! Don’t give up on me!”

“Val..” Bean tried to move out of his grip, but he wouldn’t budge. Bean gave up sighing, she just wanted to complete this mission..if that meant falling to her knees for Valentino then fine. “Okay Val..”

The overlord looked at her before kissing her, “I love my Sugar baby,” he smirked.

“Sugar loves you too,” Bean forced a smile on her face. She gasped as Val picked her up, putting her on the bed.

Please let this be quick.

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Bean walked down a hallway, there were men in suits and women in expensive looking dresses, they all looked old fashioned. At the end of the hall was a crowd surrounding a singular door.

Bean pushed past the crowd, reading the gold plaque on the door, “Miss Beatrice.” She gasped. Then turned the knob.

“Hang on, Missy, Miss Beatrice won’t just see anyone! She won’t even see a colored,” A man grabbed her arm, sounding like a 1930s movie.

The sinner snatched away from him, “She’ll see me,” Bean turned the door knob opening it.

The crowd gasped running away.

When Bean walked in she was hit with a beautiful flowery scent, I guess that makes sense. Flowers were lined up against the walls. The vibe was golden, the couches, the chairs and across the room was a golden vanity mirror and sitting on the golden colored cushion was Miss Beatrice herself.

“Donovan I told you that door doesn’t open until I knock twice,” Her voice was soft but stern, Bean was almost ready to leave and wait for the cue. But she stood strong.

“Excuse me?” Bean spoke in a quiet voice.

Miss Beatrice turned around to face the sinner, she was absolutely gorgeous. Her curly light brown hair fell to one side of her shoulder, her skin glowed a light brown color; the glow could’ve come from the makeup she was wearing or she was just that beautiful. Her brown eyes were staring straight into Bean’s soul, or lack thereof. She stared at her shocked then smiled, “My my what are you supposed to be?” She gestured for Bean to come closer.

Bean walked up to her, getting a whiff of her perfume, “My name is Bean..I’m a sinner..”

“A sinner?” Miss Beatrice’s eyes widened. “Well they do say that the Devil was the most beautiful angel.”

“No, I’m not beautiful ,” Bean looked at her hands.

“Do you actually believe that?” Beatrice raised Bean's head. “Or has the world made you think that?”

Bean stared at the gorgeous woman before her, she didn’t have the words to even answer that question. “How do you do it?” She asked. “How did you get here?”

Miss Beatrice shrugged, “I forced the world to see my beauty, forced them to see my talent, I didn’t stop until they listened to me, heard me. No one would only see my skin color, they’d see me.”

“I want that.” She stared at the glorious goddess before her. “I can’t seem to ever have control of even the smallest bit of my existence.”

Miss Beatrice kissed her on the forehead, “Take control. And don’t stop till you get it.”

“How do I do it?” Bean asked.

Everything became silent, she couldn’t hear what Miss Beatrice was saying; she couldn’t even hear anything she was saying. It was like they were on mute, then suddenly everything in the room became blurry and soon everything was gone.

Bean’s eyes shot open, she was laying under Valentino staring up at the ceiling. He stirred in his sleep, moving a bit so Bean could sit up. She looked at the moth thinking how she let him and others control her life and afterlife, she talked about being done with being controlled but nothing was actually being done!

Sinners still walked over her. Treated her like she was stupid. Used her for whatever they wanted.

Not anymore. Fuck that! She was going straight up to Vox demanding to know where Erin was!

The blue sinner got dressed making sure not to wake to the overlord and stormed out. She speed walked down the hall looking as though she was standing on business. BECAUSE SHE WAS! SHE WAS ON A MISSION! TO TALK TO THE MAN! AND TAKE HIM DOWN!!

Bean was so stuck on the patriarchy that she bumped into Papermint, causing him to drop everything!

“Oh my gosh! Colin!” Bean gasped. Bending down to pick up the papers.

“You remembered my name?” He looked surprised, helping to pick everything up.

Bean stood up handing him the paper, “Yeah, I try remembering names by pairing them with things I like, Colin cupcakes,” she smiled.

Papermint’s eyes darted around the hall, “Um.okay, I’ll be going now..”

“Oh wait!” She grabbed him. “Do you know anyone named Erin? She’s probably a teenager or something?”

“There’s like four Erins that work here, one’s a receptionist who takes her job way too seriously, there’s another one that prints papers all day but she’s like 98 ; total sweetheart, then there’s an Erin that has got it going on and then there’s boring Erin, but she died last extermination so I guess there’s only three,” He explained.

“Why was she called boring Erin?” Bean tilted her head.

Papermint shrugged, “She had nothing going on, hoped that helped,” He was ready to turn around to leave, but again was grabbed by the sinner. “I have a job to do,” He looked frustrated.

“Are you taking those to Vox?” If Bean wanted to be free from Val she needed to go to the top..and she guessed apologize for screwing up. “Let me help you.”

The two sinners held stacks of files and papers making their way to Vox’s basement, on the way something caught Bean’s eye. It was a dance studio, there were demons in the room stretching and talking, “Colin” She turned to him. “How long has this been here?”

“For as long as I’ve been here,” He answered, peeking in the room as well. “It’s where dancers for Val’s club practice,” Bean stared at the dancers, she could just imagine being in that room. The sinner hadn’t danced in years, well there was that one time she danced at the club, but that wasn’t completely her and she was rusty. Papermint noticed her staring, “You know, theres a point where no one is in here, I can make sure you have the space if you want it.”

Bean turned to him shocked, “Really?”

He nodded, “Yeah, you don’t call me by that ridiculous name and you’re nice to me so why not.”

“Thank you,” She smiled. How kind of someone to do something for her, and this was someone she barely knew.

“Can we go now?” He smiled nervously, “My phone has been buzzing for the past few minutes which means I’m taking too long.”

“Sorry.”

Vox tapped his foot impatiently waiting for the revisions on his script, he tried calling his useless assistant again and got no answer, the overlord’s eye began to twitch. Who did he think he was? He owned him, LITERALLY. Just as he was about to short circuit the elevator came down.

“So sorry sir!” Papermint came rushing to his desk,”I couldn’t answer! I had so many-”

The TV demon put his hand up, “Just give me the fucking papers, I have no time for your shit,” He growled. Vox flipped through the stack, realizing it was small, “Where’s the rest?” He stared at his assistant.

“Oh um, just give it a second-”

“Excuse me?” Vox stood up, his voice glitching. “Give it a what?!” His screen began to distort. By this time Papermint was cowering beneath him, he was ready to tear him a new asshole for a mouth when the elevator came down again.

“Sorry! Sorry I had to use the bathroom then Angel was talking to me and I couldn't pass up on some hot goss!” Bean suddenly appeared.

This day was getting better and better.

She walked up to them, handing Vox the rest of the papers. He looked between the two with pure confusion, “What is this? I told YOU to get the papers down to me,” He snapped at Papermint, who stayed silent.

“There were a lot of papers an Colin-”

“I wasn’t talking to you” He glared at Bean.

“Well don’t yell at my friend, it's not his fault!” she stomped her foot.

He had no time for her, she hadn’t talked to him in months and was trying to what? Call shots or something? Vox narrowed his eyes at Papermint, “Fine, go do something,” he rolled his eyes. His assistant rushed back onto the elevator, leaving.

The overlord turned away from Bean looking through his revisions, he felt the sinner's eyes on him. He sighed, “What,” He said not facing her.

“I need to talk to you,” Bean said, sounding pretty serious.

Vox turned his chair around, “What a coincidence, I have words for you too,” the Vees had recently heard that Bean was a free soul, honestly Vox didn’t know anyone had owned her soul; but hey whatever. This meant they could have her here whenever they wanted 24/7! She just needed to sign the dotted line.

“Well me first because I need to say this,” she took a breath. “I’m sorry about your show, it was totally inappropriate, I hope you can find whatever kindness you can scrape from your cold dead heart to forgive me,” she smiled, rocking back and forth on her toes.

Vox looked her up and down, “I’ll forgive you, if you do something for me,” a grin stretched across his face.

“Okay?” Bean looked skeptical, but curious. The overlord proceeded to use his powers to make a long glowing piece of parchment and quill appear, Bean’s eyes widened. She knew exactly where this was going..and she didn’t like it. “No,” she said with a stern look on her face, she refused to be owned by anyone else.

“Seriously? Bean, do you know where you were months ago?” Vox raised an eyebrow, “You were homeless, and had one less leg; you would’ve died without us,” he scoffed.

“I didn’t ask for you guys to save me,” She raised her voice.

“And yet we did, and we made you what you are today and you never utter as much of a thank you, which is fine I’m not complaining, but you could show done thanks-”

“I said no, I can say it in 4 different languages if you can’t understand the one I’m speaking,” Bean stood her ground. “I don’t want to be your guy’s personal plaything anymore, if you care about me you will not ask me to sign that. I know you care Vox,” She stepped up to him. “But keeping me hostage isn’t how you show care. Vox, I don’t want to work for you. And I don’t want to work for Val anymore.”

The overlord was silent for a moment staring at the sheet then at Bean, “I guess that hotel has you thinking you’re better than us.”

“No, getting thrown across a room and punched in the face and assaulted has me thinking, which I know you see, since you have cameras literally everywhere!” She crossed her arms. “He won’t let me go..I think he might like me or something, but I can’t be there anymore.”

The TV Demon turned in his chair, “Val does what Val wants, anyone that works for him is his business..” was all he said.

Bean’s arms dropped to her sides in disappointment, “Thanks Vox, glad to know how much you care,” she left looking, not looking behind her.

“So..” Papermint broke the awkward silence, “What’d you guys talk about?”

Bean covered her face with her hands, “I’m an idiot, I thought he cared at least a little about me.”

“Mr.Vox doesn’t care about anyone,” Papermint rolled his eyes.

“Well I thought he cared about me,” She mumbled looking down, was it wrong to think that anyone would care about her? She wondered sometimes if anyone would ever care about her.

The sinner didn’t know how to respond to that, he was just used to the Vees horrible treatment, “Here,” he handed over the keycard to the studio.

“Is this for the studio?” Bean was surprised.

“Use it when you want, don’t tell anyone I gave it to,” Papermint said, before leaving down the hall.

Bean looked at the keycard smiling, before entering what she hoped would be her new safe haven.

She looked around the dance studio, it was larger on the inside, with a shiny wooden floor, glittery poles and mirrors surrounded the walls.

Bean did a little turn, she hadn’t been in a dance studio since she was maybe 16. She knew she wasn’t in the right attire for dancing but the sinner couldn’t help but do some moves, not caring about the cameras watching her.

She was having so much fun, but it was quickly put to a stop when she got a glimpse of something in the mirror, it was him. He just stood there, smiling at her. The same smile he used in front of others, the same ones he used to get her to do whatever he wanted.

She couldn’t move.

She didn’t want to turn around.

How was he here?

Bean could feel her heart practically beating out of her chest, she could barely breathe when-

RING! RING!

Her phone snapped her out of her trance, he was gone. She let out a sigh of relief, he wasn’t here. Of course, that wouldn’t make any sense. Maybe she was tired.

Bean picked up the phone, “Hello?”

“Hey,” Zeke’s voice came from the other end. “You doin okay?”

“Um, yeah,” she said, side-eyeing the mirror at her reflection. “Did you need something?”

“Eric wanted me to call to see how the plan is working,” He answered, Bean’s eyes widened. She totally forgot to tell them about all the Erins.

“Shit! Right!” She gasped. “Right right,” Bean tried remembering. “So there are at least four Erins and one of them is called boring Erin cause apparently she had nothing going-”

“Bean, we just need to know if they’re there,” Zeke stopped her rambling.

“Oh, right, yeah they’re here,” Bean responded. “Is that all you needed?”

Zeke cleared his throat, “Um yeah- wait no! I wanted to know if you were okay?”

“You already asked me that,” Bean raised her eyebrow.

“Right..” There was silence, “Bye,” He broke the silence.

Bean giggled, “Bye.” She hung up the phone and turned back to the mirror to try again, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t even do a twirl again.

What if dancing was what brought him up?

What if dancing brought up bad memories?

Maybe she should just give up?

She left not sure if she had the right idea..

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Bean couldn't fathom not being able to dance anymore, it was like her brain didn’t want her to, or the universe was telling her not to. Was this even the same universe? Was there a Milky Way? Or space? Or a next dimension of Hell? Could she dance in that dimension? Was she in Hell in that dimension? If this dimension were real then she was jealous, it made her mad just thinking about it-

🚨TRIGGER WARNING: THIS SCENE CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND PHYSICAL ABUSE🚨(skip bold font if uncomfortable)

Before she could finish she bumped into someone, no not someone..him. Bean froze, looking up at the man..

“Hey Bea, let’s chat,” Stefan smirked. Bean quickly turned to leave but was snatched up by him, “I wasn’t asking,” he slammed her up against an alley wall.

“Stop! Let me go!” She screamed, too bad there was no one around to hear it.

“You know, I let you have your fun, I let you think I wasn’t able to find you,” Stefan was close to her face. “Guess what? I found you, we’re gonna go home okay?” He was so close that she could smell the cigar on his breath, it only brought up horrible memories. Memories of fear. Of that cigar breath on her body.

“No,” Bean turned her head from him, but it was quickly turned back to face him, with his hand holding her head in place.

“Yes baby,” He had a smug grin on his face watching her struggle, “We’ll go home and I can remind you how to behave, remind you where your place is, under me.” The thought of being back in that apartment made Bean sick, she couldn’t go back! She wouldn’t go back! “How does that sound?” Stefan made the mistake of putting his thumb on her lips, as soon as he did Bean opened her mouth and closed it on the phalange before ripping it off. “AHH!! FUCK!!” Stefan dropped Bean as he stared at the gaping wound where his thumb once was, “YOU FUCKING BITCH!!” He screamed.

Bean wasted no time scrambling to her feet before running away, she didn’t stop running until she reached the hotel.

The blue sinner rushed into the hotel, looking behind her one last time before closing the door. She leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. Bean realized something was in her mouth, she slowly opened it; Stef’s thumb came out falling into her hand.

He was there.

She wasn’t crazy.

All this time, it wasn’t in her head.. she smelled him. His thumb was in her hand. She was glad that no one was around, so she took the opportunity to get up to her room, tripping over Barktholomew who was sitting in the middle of the hall. Once inside she slammed the door and curled up on her bed.

The sinner let the thoughts race, trying to get them all in order. Did he know where she was? He said he’d always find her..maybe he was lying..

She thought about what Charlie said about the journal, Bean reached for the notebook opening it, flipping through writings and little drawings of stick figure ballerinas. She began writing, first it was about Stef, then her mother..but somewhere down the line her closet distracted her.

That closet needed to be organized.

The Radio Demon had faced many challenges throughout his life and even in the afterlife, he always found a way around these problems. However, there was one problem that he couldn’t quite get past..

The beast.

It sat in the middle of the hall staring him down with all four of its eyes, it had horns and was covered in red fur that covered its fat; and a long tail that dragged against the floor. It just sat there..panting, as if it was out of breath from destroying its last victim.

The beast named “Barktholomew”

Radio static emitted from Alastor as he had a staring match with the canine, how could Bean like this thing?! It was..was…horrifying. The overlord stood, frozen in fear, waiting for this dog thing to pounce at any moment. Why couldn’t he shadow past? What power did this animal have over him? The Radio Demon! Alastor was glad no one had come upstairs or was in the hallway, this was embarrassing. He sighed, this was not how he wanted to spend the rest of the night; so Alastor takes a step forward but is startled when the dog opens its mouth to yawn, showing off rows and rows of sharp teeth.

That was it. Alastor had to talk to that girl about this, good thing her room was on this floor. He took it upon himself to shadow into the Bean’s bedroom, he wanted to make this quick.

Bean, who was inside her closet sorting her onesies. After the week she was having she needed some structure, she didn’t know if she should put her bear onesies first, but where would she put-

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted. Were those footsteps? Footsteps? The small light in the closet flickered a couple times before a red light.

Bean’s pupil shrank as she stared at the light, fear filled her body; the footsteps only got closer and louder. The light, only getting brighter and brighter. “He’s here! He found her!” She backed into the closet, tripping over her own tail and falling on the floor; the light became brighter and it was making it hot and hard for the sinner to breathe.

Bean closed her eyes, hoping to escape the light’s harsh rays. He was here and was getting closer and closer! In the entrance of the closet a figure appeared, but it wasn’t him, it was The Radio Demon.

“We have some things to discuss young lady,” Alastor looked own at the girl before raising an eyebrow. “Why are you on the floor?”

Bean rolled her eyes, while she was relieved that it was him she wanted to know why he was in her room..actually no she didn’t, “Can you go away?” She put her head in her knees.

“You know this is getting old my dear,” Alastor watched the young sinner curl in a ball. Bean wasn’t small, but she was able to practically roll into the size of a basketball if she saw fit. “You can’t just sit and mope about, it’s unbecoming and a bit tedious; what happened this time? Did the TV bastard go one too far?” He rolled his eyes.

“Oh my gosh, will you leave me alone?!” Bean snapped. What was his deal?! Did he not have a single sympathetic bone in his body?! “Can’t you see that i want to be left alone! For fuck sake! Why are you even here?!”

“Well for starters your beast is everywhere, he was in the middle of the hall and gave- Vera quite a fright, she won’t come out of her room,’ he looked anywhere but the blue sinner.

Bean narrowed her eyes at The Radio Demon, was he serious? “Alastor, he’s a dog, he’s not gonna do anything, compared to what you could do to him, he should be afraid of you,” She scoffed. “Leave me alone.”

“I said VERA was afraid of your beast, not me and you don’t know what that thing is capable of, dogs are dangerous creatures.”

She had it with everyone, mostly Vox and him, what was with the older generations? “Alastor..I don’t care, like seriously dude! I don’t care that this Vera is afraid of Barktholomew! By the way, I’m telling Voe about this Vera!” Bean stood up in front of the overlord.

“Beatrice, I am not here to squabble with you over your old man problems, tell your beast not to be in my space or you’ll have to ask your boss for another one,” Alastor had had enough of the brat for the night; he turned to leave but stopped dead in his tracks seeing the beast himself sitting in the doorway. He was stuck. Alastor. The Radio Demon was stuck. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t even shadow away; what was wrong with him?

Bean went back to organizing her closet, men were such dummies, she laughed wiping a tear away; they were dummies that she couldn’t seem to get away from, that probably made her one too. The sinner pushed the thought away trying to focus on where to put her sleeping masks, she however noticed something in the corner of her eye; Alastor was still in her room. She rolled her eyes, “I thought you were leaving,” Bean walked out of the closet seeing The Radio Demon staring down Barktholomew. A low static sound began coming from him as his eyes widened, even his smile looked as if it wanted to falter at the sight of the dog, Bean walked up to him touching his hand, “Alastor,” in response he quickly snatched away from her. The static started to become deafening as Barktholomew decided it was a good idea to stand up, making Alastor tense up, the lights began to flicker; Bean knew she had to do something or she’d go deaf, along with the others she guessed.

“What do you want?” she looked at her dog, then back at Alastor. What was so interesting about the deer man? Then she saw it, there was a dog treat in his jacket pocket. Someone must’ve pulled a prank on the overlord and put it there..Angel..The young woman took the treat out of his pocket, waving it in front of the dog, Barktholomew stood in place; Bean rolled her eyes. Lazy bastard. She walked up to him, dragging the dog by the collar and pulling him out of her bedroom and into the hallway, throwing the treat into down the hall.

Bean closed the door and went back to The Radio Demon, who still looked shaken up. Bean stood in front of him staring at him, she was concerned; He still had a smile on his face but his eyes were telling a different story, this guy was deep, no wonder the ladies loved him. She didn’t know what to do, hugging him didn’t seem like the right thing to do, so she tried something else.

She put her hands up in “Numbers” postion, “Want to play Numbers?” Bean waited for a response, any response. This was not Alastor. Or maybe this was, at least a part of him.

Alastor who was still in his trance only muttered, “I..I don’t know how to play,” his radio filter was completely gone, he sounded so different, Bean had never seen him like this; and she only knew the guy for like what? A few months?

“Of course you do,” She smiled, holding his hands. “Please Alastor, we haven’t made it to infinity!”

The overlord opened his mouth to voice his confusion, but instead let out a laugh, “Do you even know how to count to infinity my dear?” He looked at the blue sinner.

Bean shrugged, “No, but we have all night to figure it out,” She smiled innocently.

Alastor chuckled, his filter returning; “You are a silly nut,” He booped Bean on the nose. She blew raspberries in response.

The two spent hours trying to get to infinity but soon realized it might be impossible and settled on getting to 10.

“I think I’m quite finished for the night,” Alastor stood up, not wanting to admit that he gave up.

“Quitter,” Bean laughed.

“You’re one to talk,” He side eyed her.

“Excuse me?” The young sinner put her hands on her hips.

The overlord turned around, “You practically giving up wanting to be redeemed, if I recall you were always as excited for Charlie’s little exercises as well.”

Bean looked down, “I..this activity just isn’t for me..” Alastor raised an eyebrow at the girl waiting for more. “I can’t dance anymore..it only brings back terrible memories..” she cringed.

The Radio Demon stared at the girl, her stepfather destroyed her, she couldn’t even do something she loved doing. It ticked him off that that “man” had so much audacity

“May I offer some advice?” Bean nodded. “My father used to say that no one would dare let me on the radio, he went as far as to tell a station I wanted to work at that I was lazy and inappropriate with other men.”

“That’s awful,” Bean felt even sadder. The 1800s really sucked.

Alastor waved it off, as if it was just a typical thing to go through, “Anyway, my father was the obstacle that was standing between me and my dream, my advice to you is to get rid of that obstacle,” he said in an ominous tone.

“But I don’t want to hurt anyone..” Bean looked at him with innocent eyes.

“Who’s asking! I’m just telling you to remove the obstacle in your mind,” Alastor grabbed her shoulders, “How nice would it be to crush that obstacle? Make them feel what you felt?” His grin widened, freaking Bean out.

“I don’t know..I don’t know how I’d feel,” She answered. “I can’t even look at him..He frightens me..” The blue sinner thought of what happened to her, what could’ve happened if she hadn’t fought back.

“I too was afraid of my father, but I did what had to be done, for my mother. For me.” The overlord looked as if he was in some trance, then quickly snapped out of it. “Do what needs to be done.” He turned to leave.

“Alastor!” Bean called. “I’m sorry about Barktholomew, I’ll make sure he stays out of your way.”

“Water under the bridge my dear, water under the-” He didn’t even take a step and he almost tripped over the sleeping dog. Alastor stared at the beast with wide eyes, he then decided to do something unlike him. He knelt down and slowly moved his hand to the dog, however the closer his hand got the faster his heart raced, he was close to Barktholomew’s fur until..

He pulled away, standing back up. He was pathetic.

“Alastor,” Bean stood in front of him, then gave him a hug, “I’m proud of you.”

Alastor felt a certain warmth in his chest, he didn’t like it, “Well, I should be off,” he pat her on the head. “Good night,” he went to leave.

“Bonswa,” Bean responded in Creole.

Translation: Good Night.

Alastor shadowed into the hall where low and behold, Angel Dust was standing, trying to get into his room, “Having some trouble with your key?” He slowly stalked up to the spider demon, either it was him or Husk who put the damn treat in his pocket.

“Hey Smiles, uh yeah..my key isn’t workin,” Angel kept trying the door.

“I guess somebody changed the locks,” Alastor pulled out the actual key. The sinner’s face became paler than it already was. “Let’s have a chat.”

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What Alastor said lingered in Bean’s mind, she didn’t know what he meant by “removing the obstacle”. She really wished he wouldn’t talk in riddles.

“So guys, I wanna do a daily check in,” Charlie stood in the middle of the activity. “Did we write anything?”

Niffty was quick to raise her hand, “I wrote a short story, it’s about Angel and Vaggie,” the maid gave a mischievous grin.

Angel and Vaggie did not like the sound of this, “Awe!! How cute!” The princess smiled excitedly, not getting what she meant when she said “Angel and Vaggie” “Would you mind reading something for us?”

“Okay!” Niffty opened her journal, “I call this ‘A Night with an Angel’,” she wiggled her eyebrow. She cleared her throat and started reading. From start to finish everyone had a horrified look on their faces, Angel didn’t even know half the moves he was doing on Vaggie in the story. “Then Angel gets pregnant with winged-”

“Okay!” Charlie interrupted, now aware of her mistake. “Anyone else?” When no one raised their hand, Bean raised hers. “Bean? Go ahead,” she smiled at the sinner.

“I decided to try dancing again, but I failed..” Bean took a breath. “But I want to keep trying, a dancer is something I aspired to be when I was alive, I wanna make her proud..I wanna make me proud, I don’t know if that makes sense..” She looked up at everyone.

“That makes perfect sense,”Charlie smiled warmly.

“Angel?” She looked at the spider demon. “Will you come with me to the studio? Last time I was alone, I want someone by my side.”

Angel smiled at the thought of Bean finally voicing what she wanted, “I’m there.”

“Let me tag along,” Eugenia butt in.

And there was the dread, it wasn’t intentional. Something in her mind melted or something when her mother came in. She couldn’t tell her “no”.. could she.

Bean sighed, “Okay.”

The two went over to V-Tower entering Val’s dance studio. Eugenia was the only one in shock.

“So uh..were there strippers in here?” She asked, eyeing the strip poles.

Angel looked at Bean with a frustrated look, then back at her mother, “Dancers don’t just wear ballerina shoes ya know..”

Eugenia stayed silent.

Bean walked up to the mirror, staring at her reflection. She took a breath; she just wanted this activity to be over..

“Ready?” Angel set the stereo down.

She nodded, continuing to stare at herself. This was easy, she used to dance all the time. She could do this. She could do this. The sinner tried to get the thought of him out of her head, last night was crazy but it was over.

The thought of Stefan finding her kept running through Bean’s head, Eugenia tapped her daughter, “It’ll be okay, we’re here to help; we’ll catch you if you stumble.”

“Or fall on ya ass,” Angel smirked. “If that happens my camera will catch ya,” he laughed standing to the side.

Bean rolled her eyes, “Dummy,” she mumbled, turning on the stereo. Eugenia gave her a thumbs up before she went off to the side.

The blue sinner listened to the music before slowly starting to move to the rhythm of the song. However, while trying not to she thought of him. Thought of every dance class he picked her up from, what he did after those dance classes. She spun and spun, but with every turn and every movement she did; all Bean could see was him..

She could feel his touch, smell his cologne; even in Hell it was all the same! He wouldn’t let her go! He wanted her to always think about him..to be afraid..to always remind her..

Bean’s thoughts were interrupted when she lost her balance, hitting the floor. Eugenia and Angel were about to make their way over to her, but stopped when she put her hand up. She stood back up shaking herself off, she had to clear her head.

He wasn’t here..

He couldn’t hurt her..

“Take your time baby,” Eugenia called from across the room.

Bean looked back at her mother, when did we get to “baby”? Was she really starting to get comfortable with her? Was Bean allowing this to happen? Was Voe right? Did want her mom out of her life..afterlife? Maybe not forever, but she did need space. She started the music again, starting to feel the music slowly moving to the rhythm.

This time she just ignored any terrible memory, she spun through her trauma and leaped through her pasts. But Bean wasn’t seeing him in the mirror this time, it was her.

Her own mother.

Bean stopped. She couldn’t do this.

“Latte,” Angel walked up to her, her mom not far behind. “You alright toots?”

The blue sinner gripped the ballet bars, before turning to Eugenia, “Please leave.” She said to her.

Eugenia’s eyes widened, “Me? Why?”

“I just can’t do this..not with you here..not..” Bean’s voice shook, but she kept her composure, “Please..go..”

Angel stepped back a bit, this was not his business.. but he was still gonna eavesdrop.

“Bea, sweetie, you can’t keep doing this to me,” Eugenia crossed her arms.

Bean narrowed her eyes, finding it harder to keep her tears and anger back, “What am I doing exactly?”

“Punishing me, I said I was sorry, I apologized,” Her mother was now on the verge of tears, this pissed Bean off. “It’s not fair.”

“No..” Bean stared at her, full of rage, “But do you know what wasn’t fair? Having your husband’s body on me almost every night, while you sat downstairs and waited until he was finished! You know what else wasn’t fair? Having my own father pointing a gun in my face with the intention of killing me! Because he was mad! You do not get to tell me what’s fair! You do not get to have my forgiveness!” The sinner didn’t even realize the tears falling from her own face and the acid glowing beneath her own skin, she wiped her tears away clearing her throat; “I want you to know, I’m not mad at you, but I am disappointed in you. You failed me. And that’s not okay. And it is not okay for you to force your way into my space and my fucking afterlife.”

Eugenia was looking anywhere but her daughter, it was so hard to hear these words, especially when she thought she was doing something right.

“I need space from you,” was all Bean said before turning back to the mirror, she was shaking.

“I think you should go,” Angel crossed his arms. Eugenia looked at her daughter who wasn’t even looking at her before storming out. The spider turned to his friend who was sobbing at this point.

“Did I do the right thing?” She said through her tears.

“Das for you to decide,” Angel put his hand on her back. “All I know is, I’m proud of ya.” He smiled at her.

Bean wiped her tears away, though she was sad, she also felt relieved.

A/N: HOWDY! Sorry for the late chapter! Life got a hold of me! Thank you for reading ! Part 2 👇

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Daddy’s Girl (A Hazbin OC Fanfic)

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Ch.14: Advice for a Sinner

Part 2

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🚨TRIGGER WARNINGS: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MENTIONS OF SA, VIOLENCE AND ANGST!🚨

Donnie was thinking about what Bean told him a few days ago, it wasn’t his fault that he was murdered, but it was his fault for not being observant. This was usually something he was very good at, observing his surroundings, observing people; unfortunately for him he wasn’t following the right people or person. If he had stayed alive a bit longer he could’ve protected his daughter, or could he? Maybe Stefan would’ve been a sneaky bastard and went after her anyway. So..was it really his fault?

“Sir?” Tony, his intern snapped him out of his thoughts. “A lady wants a tour on the 30th of Feburary, but I can’t find it on the calendar,” The imp looked at the calender then back at the sinner.

Donnie rolled his eyes, taking the phone from him and putting on his mask; this is why he had Gemma take calls, but she was at the doctor getting her wires removed. “Hello miss,” he spoke into the phone; “I understand that it’s your birthday, but how about i get you a discount on your next visit?” The lady sounded hesitant but agreed. “Awesome, a have lovely day” Donnie smiled before hanging up.

“Feburary 30th isn’t a date dummy,” His security guard Connor leaned on the receptionist desk with an annoyed look on his face.

“Well how was I supposed to know!” Tony shouted. “I thought there was a typo or something!”

“Don’t take anymore calls, go get Frenchie if someone has a question,” Donnie ordered before taking his mask off. The sinner lit a cigar when the front door slammed open, Gemma was standing in the entrance smiling.

“Guys! I got the wires off!” The imp showed off her teeth. “My mouth is all better now-” Before Gemma could finish the door swung open hitting her, sending her flying across the floor. “Ow, my mouth,” she whimpered in pain.

“You are such an attention whore,” Libby, Donnie’s art cleaner her head in disappointment.

Donnie’s eyes widened seeing the figure step inside his gallery, it was Stefan. Anger immediately filled his body, “Donnie!” He stepped over Gemma who was still laying face down on the floor. “How are you?” He walked up to the desk. Donnie’s employees watched the two sinners, feeling the tension between them. Donnie just stared at his ex-friend, “I hear you’re not talking much these days, thats great cause you just need to listen,” Stefan leaned into Donnie with a smug look on his face. “I know you and Eugenia have been trying to protect Bea, which is so cute but hears the hard truth buddy, I’m not gonna stop trying to get with her,” Stefan smirks, only pissing Donnie off more. “She’s mine and theres nothing you can do-”

Before he could finish Donnie slammed his forehead into Stefan’s nose making him stumble back, “OW! FUCK!” He held his nose. Stefan opened his mouth to speak but was punched in the face causing him to fall on the floor; Donnie then decided to take out the trash and dragged his former friend out of his business, throwing him on the concrete. He looked down at stefan, thinking how pathetic he had to be to go after a child, and not just any child, HIS child! Donnie went back inside seeing his hellborn employees staring at him in shock. He ignored them walking to his shed.

“The guys amazing,” Tony said looking amazed.

“Isn’t he?” Gemma lifted her head off the floor.

Libby and Connor looked at each other rolling their eyes, “Yeah, a real visionary.”

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For the next two days Bean was trying to dance, she even tried giving stretch lessons to younger sinners at the hotel, but nothing worked. She wanted this to work so badly, she felt like she was failing the assignment.

Anytime Charlie asked what they wrote in their journals all Bean had was, “I tried to dance today but I couldn’t.”

“It’s alright toots,” Angel pat her on the back, “Maybe you just gotta wait for something to come to you, like a spur of the moment type of deal,” he shrugged.

“Or maybe ya need the right tunes or somethin!” Cherri gave her a shot.

“Or maybe I’m no good anymore..” Bean put her head on the bar.

“Don’t say that!” Angel Dust picked her head up by the horn. “You’re an awesome dancer, you were spinnin and shit all of yesterday until you lost concentration!”

“I don’t know..maybe I should try dancing drunk, that always works,” she dropped her head.

Cherri squinted, “Does it?” She looked at Angel and he shrugged.

She was helpless. “Oh shit.” Bean groaned. “I have to go back to V-Tower..”

Her friends raised an eyebrow, “And why is that?” Angel leaned into Bean with a smug grin.

“I need to ask Vox about Erin or something,” Bean rolled her eyes.

“Oh yeah, I bet that’s not all you need to do,” Cherri smirked.

Bean chose not to answer that, “Shut up.”

Within a few minutes she was in the lobby at V-Tower, what was she doing? She didn’t even wanna be here-

“Excuse me!” A voice startled her, a receptionist with blue skin and snowy white box braids glared at her from behind the desk. “Do you have an appointment? You can’t be in the lobby without an appointment.”

“Chill dude, I work here,” Bean rolled her eyes.

“You still need an appointment dude,” The receptionist mocked her.

Bean stared the lady down, the lady stared back. She had no time for this, so she made a run for it.

“Hey!” The lady yelled, watching her get into the elevator and flipping her off.

Making it downstairs, Bean saw Vox staring at his security cameras, studying them.

“You really need a new desk woman,” she startled the TV demon, “She’s bad for business.”

Vox looked her up and down, “What are you doing here?”

Bean cleared her throat, “I need to know if an Erin works here, and if so how many? And..if there was a ‘Boring Erin’ and what made her boring,” she put her hands on her hips signaling that she stood on business. The overlord burst out laughing, “I’m serious!”

“I know! That’s why it’s funny!” He wiped a tear from his eye, finishing his laughter before looking at her with a straight face, “Yeah I’m not telling you shit.”

“Oh come on!” She stomped her foot. “Why not?!”

“It’s an invasion of privacy,” Vox shrugged, looking at his phone.

“Like you care about that! You’re still sore about what happened to your show!” Bean crossed her arms. “I said I was sorry! Don’t be a baby!”

“I don’t know..maybe I’d consider helping out if you signed a certain dotted line,” Vox grinned.

The sinner became heated, was he seriously gonna keep bringing up the contract?! “I told you no,” Bean glared at him.

“Oh come on, think of the benefits! You’d make more money, and be way more famous than you are now..”

Vox kept speaking, but Bean had tuned out whatever he was saying next, she had caught something in the cameras out of the corner of her eye.

Bean stared at the security camera frozen in place, it was him. He was actually here. “Oh my god,” was all she could say.

She wasn’t seeing things.

He was here. For what?

For her?

Vox noticed that she wasn’t listening, “Hey! I’m still talking!” He tried to get her attention which was being occupied by something on the security cameras. The TV demon looked at the footage. There was some guy talking to Erin, his receptionist. Vox sighed, frustrated, “She is not supposed to let anyone in my lobby!” He growled standing up.

“Wait!” Bean grabbed his arm, “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to get rid of the bottom feeder in my lobby and take $50 out of my worker’s check; and do not touch me,” He pushed her away by her head.

Bean watched as the overlord transported himself through the cameras, what if he gave up her location? Told him she was here? Gave her up? Would he give her up? Her thoughts were racing faster than her heart, without thinking she bolted out of the room.

Making her way up in the elevator, Bean hoped world war 3 wasn’t breaking out. However, when she got down to the lobby, there was a small group of people just standing around a corner, as if Vox couldn’t see them. Angel, Colin Papermint, Mellisa, Velvette, Valentino and some actors were recording what was going on.

“What is happening?” Bean stood near Angel.

“Apparently some guy is about to get his ass handed to him”, the spider smirked zooming in.

She looked at everyone standing around, “And..why does this concern everyone?” She raised an eyebrow.

He shrugged, “We’re nosy.”

Bean rolled her eyes before looking at Vox and Stef, they seemed to just be having a normal conversation; she moved closer trying to remain out of sight and listened.

Vox had just about enough of this guy, first off he was cutting into his work time; he had a shit load of stuff to do and THIS was not one of them! Second, this guy was making Bean uncomfortable; not that he cared she just tended to overreact to things and it annoyed him! And last but not least…He didn’t work here! So why was he here?!

“I feel like we got off on the wrong foot,” the man flashed a smile. “I didn’t know I needed an appointment.”

“I told him sir, and he wouldn’t leave,” the receptionist looked up at him. “Says he’s here to see someone.”

Vox pushed her away. Useless.

The overlord chuckled, giving him a fake smile, “And..who exactly do you know here?”

“I’m looking for someone named Beatrice, you might know her as Sugar,” the man answered with a smug grin. “She belongs to me, she’s my daughter.”

The TV demon was very confused, he looked around the lobby; he could’ve sworn this was his building. “May I ask you something..um..?”

“Stefan, you can call me Stef,” the man held out his hand, which Vox did not take.

“I just wanted to know who’s building this was,” Vox stopped smiling.

“I’m assuming yours,” Stefan also stopped smiling.

“Right you are!” Game show sounds came from Vox. “So whose business is this?” Stefan remained silent, just staring at him in anger. The overlord leaned forward, “I’ll give you a hint,” he whispered. “It’s the same answer as last time,” Vox grinned.

“Look I didn’t-”

“No, you look, Stef,” Vox stood right in front of Stefan almost towering over him. “Everything and everyone that is in this building belongs to me, there’s no ‘oh something here belongs to me’,” he mocked. “If Beatrice wasn’t here, I wouldn’t tell you and even if she was..I still wouldn’t tell you; because once Beatrice stepped foot in my business, she belonged to me,” a grin spread across his face, seeing Stefan practically look as if he’d explode. “Are we at an understanding?”

Stefan smiled, “We certainly are.”

“Perfect!” Vox smiled, giving him a thumbs up. “Have a great night!” He watched Stefan turn to leave. “Oh! And Stef?” The man faced the overlord. “If you set foot in my place of business again, I’ll have you sniped, bye now,” he waved.

Stefan flipped him off before leaving. Vox’s smile dropped, he looked down at his receptionist, “Why are you on the floor? Get up and get back to work.” He walked around the corner to see his colleagues and their associates with shocked looks on their faces. “What?” Vox glared at them.

“My my the things you’ll do for love,” Val bit his lip.

“Shut up Val!” He snapped. “What are you doing here Velvette?! Don’t you have shit to do?!”

“Val said there’d be a show downstairs, I didn’t think it’d be you protecting a lowly sinner,” She smirked.

“Ouch,” Bean crossed her arms, offended.

“I don’t have time for this! Hey back to work! All of you!” Could they be more fucking nosy?! This is why nothing ever gets done!

Everyone started leaving, including Bean who he stopped, “You’re not going anywhere.”

Bean looked up at him blushing, “Okay.”

Once in his room Vox closed the door and faced her, “Who was that man? And why was he bold- I’m sorry, stupid enough to walk in my building and demand shit,” He glared at her.

Bean honestly didn’t have words, “I’m sorry..I didn’t think he’d- I didn’t think he’d come here, I assumed the hotel but not here, I’m sorry I should’ve gone out there I just couldn’t- I can’t I’m sorry..” she started rambling.

Vox rolled his eyes, “Hey!” He raised his voice, Bean became quiet, “I just want to know who the guy is…” Geez this girl could talk for days and not answer the question.

The blue sinner stared up at him still not saying anything, she’d open her mouth but nothing came out, “Can- can I try something?” She finally said.

“Will it answer my question?” Vox raised an eyebrow.

“Yes.”

“Fine,” he crossed his arms.

Bean looked around the room for something, then sat down on the overlord’s bed, “Okay, now you sit on the bed but with your back up against mine,” she smiled.

“No,” Vox stood in place

“Please! It’s an exercise!” She begged. “It’s supposed to make it easier to talk without having to see someone’s judgment.”

Vox sighed in frustration, was he ever gonna get work done? He sat behind her with his back to her back. “Who taught you this? Charlotte Morningstar?” Bean’s silence was the only answer he needed. “Oh brother.”

🚨TRIGGER WARNING: THIS SCENE CONTAINS MENTIONS OF SA🚨(skip bold font if uncomfortable)

The two sinners sat back to back in silence.

“Now, would you like to tell me who that man was in my establishment?” Vox spoke first.

Bean swallowed her fear, she didn’t know how Vox would react to this, he was already pissed that she was quitting.. “When I was 7 years old I had a step dad after my bio dad died..” she began. “He was really cool, letting me do whatever I wanted and he took me places I had never been to.”

The overlord scoffed, “Like where?”

“Everywhere.”

“Hm. Can’t argue with everywhere,” Vox shrugged. “Continue.”

“Thanks,” annoyance was heard in her voice. “I didn’t know why at the time but my mom hated when he gave me things, that wasn’t until I was 13…he was picking me up from dance class and he asked if I wanted to drive, that was when I would sit on his lap and steer the wheel while he stepped on the pedal. I agreed because I liked to drive,” her voice cracked. Vox had half a mind to face her but decided to let her finish. “This ride felt different, usually he would give me instructions but after awhile he got quiet..and all I could feel was wet skin..hard, wet skin..” he could hear her breathing start to increase.

“Bean stop,” Vox didn’t want to hear anymore, he didn’t need to hear anymore.

Bean began sobbing, “For years he’s tormented me..in life and death! I tried to hide from him but I can’t!”

Vox turned to her, “Bean. Bean look at me,” the overlord stared at the crying sinner. He turned her to face him.

“This isn’t how the exercise goes..” she choked on every word.

“Exercise is over, that douche..he’s your stepdad?” He waited for an answer. She nodded. “Has he done anything else?” He felt disgusted even asking.

“I mean..the last time before I escaped he brought over this doctor to help me because..I was injured, apparently he doesn’t accept money as payment,” she covered her face. “He- he let him have me..”

Vox’s eye twitched, feeling anger build up inside. If this was who he thought this was, he’d be dead. “You wouldn’t happen to remember the doctor’s name would you?”

Bean looked at the tv demon with suspicion, “Why?”

“I just want to know, guy just seems familiar,” he grinned masking his rage.

“I’ll tell you, but you have to make me a promise that you won’t do anything,” she held her pinky out.

This made Vox laugh, “Yeah no, I’m not a little school girl, I don’t make promises and keep secrets; I make deals,” an evil grin spread across his face. “And I think you know what I want.”

Bean thought about it, this was a terrible deal, she just wanted him out of the way so she could deal with Stefan on her own. But if this is what it took.. “Fine, I’ll give you my soul but that’s only if you don’t do anything to my stepdad, he’s mine,” she held her hand out.

Vox loved when sinners misinterpreted things he said, it was amusing; “Deal.” The two shook hands.

“His name was Doctor Welch I believe, but he went by ‘The Doc’ or doctor I can’t remember,” Bean tried to remember but that day was a huge blur, he had her injected with something that put her in a daze. She notices Vox staring off into space looking pissed, the sinner plucked his screen. “No.”

“Ow! What the fuck!” He held his face.

“Don’t do anything! You promised!”

“Correction my dear, we made a deal.”

Bean rolls her eyes, “Promise, deal whatever, please just don’t do anything..I would just hate for you or anyone to get hurt..” She looked down at her marked up hands, there were small cuts from where she dug her nails in.

“Okay first off, no one is doing anything to me,” Vox chuckled at that ridiculous statement. “If any one of my workers step up to my door they get ripped apart.”

“Okay Vox,” Bean sighed, standing up.

“Where are you going?” His eyes followed the blue sinner.

“To bed, I’m exhausted.”

“You don’t wanna..hang?” The overlord smirked.

“Vox you told me an hour ago that you don't wanna see me ‘Why are you here? I don’t want to see people that aren’t my employees’ remember?” Bean crossed her arms.

Vox rubbed the back of his neck, before clearing his throat, “Well am I wrong? You quit , that was your choice..” he stared at her as she stared back in silence.

Bean sighed, “Okay, goodbye Vox.”

“Good bye Miss Beatrice,” he responded, making her turn around.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” The tv demon smirked.

“Calling me pet names thinking I’ll melt at your feet!” Bean argued, she was done with these confusing tactics.

“Bean-“

“No!” She interrupted him. “What do you want huh? You love to brag about how you have Voe and that you’d rather her be here!”

Vox stared at her, usually he couldn’t take her seriously cause she was stomping her foot like a child demanding attention; but actually listening to the words coming out of her mouth holy fuck did he feel like a dick..kind of.. “I don’t want..her here,” he grumbled.

“What do you want?” Bean crossed her arms. Vox didn’t respond, looking at the ground; she sighed sitting next to him. “That’s okay, I don’t know what I want either.”

“Then why are you pressuring me?!” Vox glared at her.

“Because, flat face! You tell me you don’t want me around, then get up in my guts!” She crossed her arms. He was not gonna put this all on her.

“Flat face? Is that a new word you get to cross off your vocabulary list?” Vox raised an eyebrow.

Bean rolled her eyes, he was impossible. And hot- but still impossible! She turned to him, “I wanna tell you how I feel..”

Vox stared at the sinner, he was looking right into her eyes; was she always this tall? “Okay?”

She took a breath, “I do care about you, I might even love you..but I feel like a little girl with a high school crush, you make every other woman seem like they’re some higher beings,” Bean fiddles with her fingers. “Makes me sad, and people here see being sad as something annoying; but everyone gets sad,” she looks at the overlord; “I bet you get sad.”

Vox is embarrassed and it showed, he knew this because Bean’s eyes widened, “Holy shit, I was being dramatic! You get sad?”

He groaned, “Shut up and turn around!” The sinners were back to back again. “You’re loving this aren’t you?” Vox could feel the smug look on her face.

“Not at all.”

“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes. “I used to want to write novels, like stories and stuff; I even made up stories in my backyard,” Vox stopped talking for a minute, what the fuck was she sleeping?! “Um hello?”

“I’m listening!” Bean responded.

“Some sound effects would be nice, I’m telling my story!”

Bean rolled her eyes smirking, “Awe..Voxxy wanted to be a writer! Did you want to be the next Mary Shelley? Or Stephen King?”

He side eyed her, “ANYWAY! I came from a household where I was meant to focus on a very strict schedule to succeed. I went to boarding school and my father was friends with the headmaster, so..when my grades dropped to a B+ my father demanded to know why..” Vox felt strange, holy crap did this bother him more than he thought?! He cleared his throat, “My mother found my journals and my father made me throw them in the fire. That was the last time I remember being sad..” There was silence, “Okay seriously-” Vox turned around seeing a glassy big eyed Bean, “Oh. Uh..you okay?”

“I will devour your father,” she looked up at him with her innocent eyes.

“Uh the only one you should devour is me-”

“You should write a story!” She gasped, looking excited.

“No,” The TV demon looked at her with a straight face.

“PLEASE! I’LL HELP!” She was practically begging, bouncing up and down on the bed.

“I have shit to do Beatrice, you wouldn’t get that since you don’t wanna work,” He was still a little hurt that she wanted to quit.

“I’m ignoring that,” She poked at his screen. “And..you’re not doing anything now,” Bean wiggled her eyebrows. “Let's do it now!” Why was she so persistent about this? “I have a plot and everything! Mr. Vaughn was living there American Dream, perfect job. perfect wife. Perfect life…that was until a brown skinned beauty walked into a bar one night and asked for a light. Who was she? Would she fit into Mr. Vaughn’s perfect world?” The sinner turned to him, “How’s that?”

Vox had to admit, it’d be a good read, “Hmm..fine”

“Yay! This could be big! It could be a book franchise, then a crappy movie that everyone gets their hopes up for, then a show with 12 seasons! It’d make millions!” Bean shook Vox’s shoulders.

He grabbed her shoulders grinning, “You had me at millions! I’ll tell Val-”

“NO!” She slapped his phone out of his hand.

They looked at the phone on the floor then back at each other, both were in agreement that Val couldn’t touch this; this was there’s.

Vox cleared his throat, “So? Got any more ideas?” Bean clapped as they both laid on the bed.

The sinners talked for hours about Mr. Vaughn having an affair and even about him screwing other men, there was even a plot about his wife and the mysterious woman, Miss Beatrice being pregnant at the same time; that would take place in book 10. However, after many ideas and many notes Vox looked over and saw Bean sleeping midway through him, he rolled his eyes; she had insisted she wasn’t tired, yet here she was snoring into her journal.

Vox put her under the covers before leaving the room, he hadn’t forgotten about what Bean told him. Now she said HE couldn’t harm anyone, but she never said no one else couldn’t. The TV Demon went into the TV room and started dialing, “This is the last time I’m calling this shitty place,” He mumbled to himself.

The phone rang.

“Hello, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel,” a voice that he dreaded hearing spoke. Voe the fucking Beau.

“Oh for fuck sake! You!” Vox groaned.

“Vox?” Voe said. “I’m hanging up.”

“Wait! No! Don’t hang up!” Fuck did he have to play nice with her? “Let me speak to Alastor.”

“Why?”

His voice became staticy, “Just give him the phone!”

“No!” She yelled at him.

“Don’t yell at me bitch!” He snapped.

“Don’t yell at me whore! That’s it! I’m not fighting the elderly, I’m definitely hanging up!” She was about to hang up when.

“My dear, why are you yelling?” Vox heard the voice he actually needed to hear.

“No one, I was hanging up,” Voe replied.

“NO ALASTOR! I NEED YOU!” Vox screamed.

It was silent on the other end of the phone, that probably wasn’t the right thing to say but they didn’t hang up.

“What do you want, Vox?” Alastor answered. “You have thirty seconds then I’m hanging up.”

“He’s still around,” Vox said.

“Him? 20 seconds,” He replied.

“The Doctor, he’s still doing business,” The TV Demon heard silence. “Hello?”

“And..how do you know this? 5 seconds,” Alastor’s voice sounded angry.

“Bean did, she met him,” Vox felt his blood boil saying those words, if he hadn’t promised Bean he’d snap the guy’s legs off. “Alastor? Did you hear me?” He asked.

There was silence, then the call ended.

“What the fuck?!” He yelled. “Hate that guy.”

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Alastor hadn’t really explained much about what him and Vox had talked about, he only mentioned helping “his little friend” out and to make sure to dress as if she had met him when he was alive, she was gonna wear a flapper dress but he was displeased; not that Voe cared but he explained that this was serious so she chose a pink dress that would’ve gotten her a husband in 1955; don’t know why she chose 1955 but whatever. Voe thought he was talking about his penis when referring to “little friend” but she didn’t think he’d call his dick little, neither would she. She then thought of Bean, he hated to admit that he saw her as a daughter; now it was even worse because they had children, so he’d use the excuse “I already have a daughter.”

The doe suddenly felt it necessary to look at her surroundings, at one point they were walking through a part of Pentagram City that she had never been through before, it was pretty dark with only a few people around; reminded her of when she was alive and accidentally took the wrong train and got off at Chambers Street on the J line, she stayed on the phone with her sister for 30 minutes using the excuse “Okay, but we never talk, so what if it’s 3 AM!”

“Alastor, where are we?” She spoke up.

“Some part of the Doomsday District,” the Radio Demon checked his pocket watch as they continued down the cracked streets. “However, back when I first got here it was just called ‘Death Row Boulevard’, you walked down these streets at a certain time you’d be lucky to leave with all your limbs or your life,” he laughed, a laugh track coming with it.

Voe’s ears perked hearing someone violently cough, “And…why are we here?”

“Just to visit an ‘old friend’,” Alastor said using air quotes. Whenever he used the term “old friends” the doe knew this was no friend of his..

“Tell me about this ‘friend’,” she looked at her husband.

“He used to be an overlord going by ‘The Doctor’, but in the 1920s he was Dr. Ernest Welch; a doctor known for his questionable practices,” He explained.

“Questionable?” Voe raised an eyebrow.

“He only worked with women, apparently he didn’t understand the male body, he was called a woman whisperer,” His words made Voe laugh. “Oh you think it’s funny, but back then men brought their wives and daughters to him to see what was wrong with them. That was until 1940 when a father brought his daughter in to get help for her migraines, but instead found her unconscious on the medical table and the doctor’s baby maker in her oven.”

Voe stared into space for a second before getting it, “NO!”

“Yes,” Alastor continued, “He thought he had played the father for a fool, that was until he came back with his brothers and mutilated him.”

“I’m sorry and he became an overlord?” Voe asked, disgusted.

“There are no hospitals in the pride ring my dear, and sinners aren’t allowed to leave, who do you think female sinners went to if they got injured?” He raised an eyebrow.

This man was now on Voe’s list! Like seriously! Is it so hard to help people without malicious intent?!

“Business was booming until he mysteriously disappeared around the 70s,” Alastor’s grin widened.

“Mysteriously?” Voe raised an eyebrow, only getting a chuckle as an answer. “And you want me to..?” She hoped she wasn’t going to have to stick a syringe where the sun doesn't shine, it would be much deserved but she didn’t wanna do it.

The Radio Demon’s grin became twisted, “Put your theater degree to use.”

Voe walked up to the brownstone, he had the nerve to display his doctorate on the front door, she rolled her eyes before walking up the dimly lit stairway. There were plaques on the wall with more degrees, Voe soon realized they were all the same doctorate degrees she had seen on the front door, “You’ve got to be kidding me,” She mumbled walking into what looked like a waiting area but could be mistaken for a living room; it was giving a homey type vibe which disgusted the doe even more. The asshole would make them feel “right at home” before attacking…

She approached a door labeled “Dr. Ernest Welch”. The doe took a breath before starting the scene, she really hoped this door wasn’t locked. Turning the knob, it was thankfully unlocked, she burst into the office, leaning against the doorway pretending to be ill; “Help!”

A tall scorpion-like demon looked up at her, she presumed this was “The Doctor”, “What's going on?!” He exclaimed.

Voe walked into the room, leaning on his desk, “I need a doctor..” She almost fell over, that was not intentional, but she was proud of her theatrics.

The Doctor grinned but quickly hid it with a caring tone, “Don’t worry, I’ll fix you right up,” he helped Voe up.

She got out of his grip smirking, “Oh, I’m not the patient.”

Before he could open his mouth to speak, the office door slammed shut revealing Alastor behind it, “Hello Ernest,” he grinned.

Voe backed away from the shocked scorpion standing behind her husband.

“Alastor! Hey! I was just-"

“Now I thought you learned from my last visit,” he tilted his head, his eyes becoming radio dials. “Ah that’s okay, everyone needs a check up.”

The former overlord was sweating profusely, stammering his words as he watched in horror as the Radio Demon grew in size.

“I’ll be waiting outside,” Voe said before sliding out of the room.

The doe sat in the waiting room picking up a magazine, she slightly jumped hearing a scream from the office; she smiled starting to flip through the magazine. “69 ways to eat your in-laws,” Voe read the title as more screams and what sounded like tearing flesh was heard. “Who comes up with this stuff?”

She continued reading, listening to the horrors coming from the office.

30 minutes later Alastor and Voe were making their way back to the hotel, “That was so fun,” Voe, who was holding a bag full of scorpion legs beamed at her husband. “We should do that again!”

Alastor rolled his eyes, putting his arm around the doe.

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“Okay this is the address Bean sent us,” Eric looked up at V-Tower.

Zeke rolled his eyes, “Yeah we know, she specifically said ‘V-Tower’.”

“What should we do?” Erin asked. “How do we go about this?” She didn’t know what she’d do when they met her, what if she was the real Erin? Then what would Erin do with her name? She couldn’t live up to the expectations of this Arielle!

“It’s pretty late so everyone should be asleep or home,” Wynter looked at her watch. “It won’t be hectic.”

“Babe- I mean Wynter’s right, just be calm and collected, like me, “Eric smirked, opening the door, “Ladies first, Zeke?” He joked, gesturing for Zeke to walk through the door. Zeke walked through the door, but not before elbowing his friend in the ribs. “Ouch..” Eric whimpered.

The group walked into the empty lobby, it was scattered with posters and ads with the Vees’ faces and products on them. In the middle of the room sat a long receptionist desk.

“UM! EXCUSE ME!” Someone yelled in a harsh tone. The four turned to see a girl with blue skin, snowy white box braids and white icy eyes glaring at them from behind the desk. “Do you have an appointment?” She looked at them with a tired look on her face.

“Remember, calm and collected,” Eric whispered to his friends before strutting over to the secretary and leaning on the desk. “Hey..” he smirked at the clearly unimpressed girl, “I wanted to know if you know anyone named Erin? She supposedly works here.”

The secretary rolled her eyes, “That would be me, now do you have an appointment? If not, you all need to leave.”

Eric along with his friends were in shock, “Erin?” Siren Erin walked forward. “Your name is Erin?!” She gasped.

“Yes..” the girl was getting annoyed.

“It’s me, Arielle!” The siren smiled.

The secretary’s eyes widened but then narrowed, “Arielle?” Her voice became more serious than it already was. “Did you say Arielle?” The girl got from behind the desk.

“Yeah I died in 1977!” Siren Erin smiled, ecstatic to reunite with her friend. However, Eric, Zeke and Wynter were getting a different vibe.

A smile spread across Erin’s face, “Oh my gosh! Come here girl!” She watched the siren run up to her and then..

WACK!

Erin punched the siren square in the face.

“Oh shit..” Eric mumbled.

“Arielle Sanders!” Erin stood over her.

“Ow! Why did you hit me?!” Siren Erin held her nose.

“YOUR ASS MADE MY LIFE A LIVING HELL TILL THE MOMENT I DIED!” Erin screamed. “I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!” Before she could attack the girl again Zeke grabbed her.

“Hold on! This girl..” Zeke gestured to Siren Erin. “Made your life a living hell?”

“Did I stutter?” Erin growled, struggling against his hold.

“I find that hard to believe,” Erin pulled out his tape recorder, pressing record. “Looks like it’s time for Episode 2 part 5: ‘A Third Side to the Story’;” He spoke into it. “Today we find out what actually happened to Arielle and Erin.”

Erin looked at the crazy guy talking to himself, “Who’s he talking to?”

Earth, 1977

🚨TRIGGER WARNING: MURDER AND VIOLENCE!! 🚨

Arielle was a horrid person. She thought she was special, thought everything and everyone revolved around her.

That was until Erin Hunt moved in. She was talented. She was nice. Was a bit sassy but who’s a little attitude gonna hurt?

Arielle. She couldn’t stand Erin, she got everything handed to her! The neighborhood practically threw her a party! So the red head took every opportunity to mess with her, prank her and even got her into serious trouble a couple times. Arielle didn’t see anything wrong with this..

That was until September 5th 1977.

Arielle and her friends thought it’d be funny to ask Erin to hang out with them in the woods, they’d go out there and pretend to play hide and seek but instead of hiding they left. Erin couldn’t find anyone.

Anyone except a little girl who lost her daddy.

Erin was never seen again.

On October 10th 1977 Arielle went missing after her band rehearsal. Apparently she wasn’t in school to begin with.

The two girls were at the mercy of one man. He asked them questions about each other.

While. Arielle told lies about them being best friends.

Erin told the truth. She barely even knew Arielle! She was the reason her finger got cut off!

The man seemed to respect that. So he gave her a challenge.

“If you make it to the road you get to leave, if not; you stay here with me.”

Erin took this challenge, she ran through the cold icy woods looking for signs of roads or cars or even a STOP sign.

However unbeknownst to her the man gave Arielle a different challenge.

“She left you here, just like I knew she would; but I have a challenge for you, if you find her and bring her back to me, I’ll let you leave instead.”

Arielle, pissed that Erin abandoned her, took this challenge. THAT BITCH LEFT HER TO DIE! The red head raced through the cold trying to find that traitor!

She ignored the frostbite in her hands and toes looking for her, she had almost given up when she saw her.

Erin was in front of the road trying to catch a car’s attention. Arielle ran up behind the girl tackling her, “YOU BITCH! YOU WERE GOING TO LEAVE ME?!” She started punching Erin, blood spraying the snow.

“GET THE FUCK OFF!” Erin rolled them over so she was on top, but this caused the fighting teens to roll onto a frozen lake.

The two fought for their lives, Arielle biting Erin and Erin bashing Arielle’s head on the ice, causing it to crack.

Erin was finally able to crawl away from a bloody Arielle when..

CRACK!

The ice beneath her broke causing her to fall into the icy water. Arielle who sat up to see what happened made the wrong move and also fell in. The girls found themselves fighting underwater.

Arielle kept dragging Erin down until Erin kicked the girl in the face so hard that she fell unconscious, drowning.

Erin who tried making it to the surface couldn’t find it, there was only ice. She tried banging and kicking it to break it, it was no use. Soon water filled Erin’s lungs causing her to drown.

Present day, Hell

The four sat in silence, shocked at what they were told.

“Oh my gosh..”Siren Erin covered her mouth. “I caused your death, I don’t even remember that,” she looked at the girl. She felt so bad, Erin, the real Erin could’ve been alive if she hadn’t been greedy..

“Yeah well, I guess that’s just part of my personal Hell,” Erin shrugged. “I have to suffer with not seeing my family anymore because of you and you don’t even remember it.”

Siren Erin slowly walked up to her, her friends behind her to make sure another brawl didn't start. “I’m so sorry, if anyone deserved to make it out it should’ve been you.”

The real Erin looked down, “Don’t be like that, we both deserved to make it out of that,” she smiled sadly. “Can’t do anything about it now..”

“All we can do is change,” Siren Erin held Erin’s hands. “You should come visit the Hazbin Hotel, it’s the perfect place for change, now that I know everything; I want to change for me, and for you.”

“Sure, maybe.” The two Erins hugged, definitely starting to feel a bit of closure. This was the path to redemption.

Eric stopped the recorder, “I guess that’s a wrap.”

“Not necessarily,” Siren Erin smirked. She looked at the real Erin, “I know you hate me, but we both have a common enemy and I have a plan to get a little revenge”

The real Erin was confused at first but then came to the realization..The Northern Killer. A grin spread across her face,

��What’d you have in mind?”

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As the Heavens lit up the fiery depths of Hell, Vox’s 6AM alarm woke him up, he moved in a way where Bean wouldn’t wake up. He texted Velvette and Valentino to wake up for the pre-day meeting, it started at 8 but those bastards were always late so he had to wake them up NOW, also he had to ask Velvette a serious question.

“What do girls like? Or women or something.”

The doll stared at him as if he was crazy, still in her bonnet an lingerie, “Did you wake me up to ask me what to get your child bride?” Her eye twitched.

“First off, She’s 22 and second, you need to be up for the meeting anyway,” Vox rolled his eyes.

Velvette sighed in frustration, “Jewelry! Something that screams her! I’m going back to sleep!” The overlord stormed back upstairs.

“Don’t! The meeting is about to start!” He yelled after her.

Where would he get jewelry at this time in the morning? NOTHING was open..guess no one work, thats just bad for business. The overlord sat for an hour just thinking..For fuck sake he could make her a prosthetic leg and he couldn’t-

Then it came to him, Vox started making calls to his assistants, “Get me the best thing closest to gold materials and I might give you a raise.”

Vox opened his drawer seeing the contract that him, Vel, and Val wrote up. He stared at it, then ripped it up.

He didn't know about her quitting, but he trusted her enough that she’d come back to him.

Bean had woken up hours later realizing that she was still at V-Tower, she hadn’t meant to fall asleep here but hey what happened, happened.

“Good morning!” Vox had startled her. “Well afternoon, it’s 12:30 pm,” he said, sitting on the bed.

“What do ya got there behind your back?” Bean raised an eyebrow. She noticed when he walked in his hands were behind his back, usually it was just his hands, but one day it could be a present, or a cupcake or medication to deal with her mental health! The possibilities were endless!

“I have something for you,” he started and the sinner gasped. “But I wanna say something first.” Bean sat up straight looking the overlord in the eyes, “I never got to answer you last night, I do care about you; I care so much that I don’t want to own you but at the same time, I want to, so I don’t lose you,” Vox, the TV Demon was blushing. Holy shit Bean wished she had recorded that. “By the way, this doesn’t leave this room,” his voice became serious.

Bean laughed, “Okay, and I wouldn’t leave you,” she touched his arm.

Vox scoffed, “Please! You spend a few months there and you’re walking through those pearly gates.”

The blue sinner’s eyes widened, “Does this mean you think I’m capable of redemption?” A smile spread across her face. “You think I can be a better person?” She could cry right now.

“I think you’re capable of anything,” He rolled his eyes. Vox took a look at Bean’s large glassy eyes and knew what was about to happen, “Don’t start with the water works, this isn’t about you, now let me show you what I made you.”

Bean gasped, “You made me something?!” She was bouncing up and down on the bed. “Let me see, let me see!” Vox handed her a blue box with a red ribbon on it, Bean took both the ribbon and the top off in one swoop and just stared at what was inside. It was a gold necklace with a gold bumble bee on it, the bee’s outline was golden but its butt was a sapphire. “I don’t understand,” She looked up at him.

“I chose a bee because it’s supposed to be ‘Bea’, like half of your name,” Vox pointed at the bee.

“And the blue is for..?” She really hoped he wouldn’t say cause she was blue.

“The sapphire is the gem stone for September,” he continued.

“When I died?”

“It’s when I got to meet the lovely Miss Beatrice,” He kissed her hand.

Now Bean was the one that was a blushing mess, “This is so nice, you made this..” She smiled at him warmly. “Thank you.”

“It’s nothing my dear, I’m just me showing off one of my many talents,” the overlord smirked.

Bean rolled her eyes, “Whatever Vox, put it on me,” she handed the necklace to him. He proceeded to put the necklace around her neck, “By the way, I’m not going anywhere till we write that book.”

Vox chuckled, “Well I need my cowriter and director of this is gonna be a whole book set/movie franchise,” Bean looked at him then kissed him on the side of his screen. The TV Demon held her close to him, “Why’d you stop dancing?” He asked randomly.

The sinner was flabbergasted, “Geez where’d that come from?”

“You on the cameras trying to dance and failing,” he answered.

She looked at her palms feeling embarrassed , she knew he could see but did he have to bring up her fails? “It just brings bad memories, memories of him..”

“You ever tried thinking of something else?” Vox suggested, “Like me?”

“Or my friends? And Alastor? And the hotel? And Barktholomew?” Her eyes lit up with inspiration, why hadn’t she thought of that?!

“Don’t know how any of that crap but whatever,” Vox rolled his eyes. “Maybe leave Alastor out of it.”

Bean stood up, she wasn’t ready to give up what she loved.

She wouldn’t let him take that from her.

All afternoon Bean stretched and warmed up, before going back into Val’s studio, alone.

She started the music and this time she didn’t think. She just moved, thinking of sad memories but of how she made new ones. How she talked to her mom, and she understood.

Bean for a second saw her past self in the mirror, they looked at each other for a moment.

And Bean knew exactly who this was. She was a sinner. But that didn’t define her. And she wouldn’t let it define her.

Bean didn’t know much. Hell! She barely knew a handful. But she knew one thing, she would take Stef down..

And she’d do it her way.

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“Oh no baby,” the curly haired girl looked at Stefan’s wrapped up thumb.

“I was in a fight with a wild animal,” he joked.

“Want me to kiss it better?” The girl smirked.

She wasn’t real, but Stefan found comfort in his creations; especially ones where Bean was here with him. Did what he said. What he wanted. It was paradise for him.

However, the real Bean had thought she was tough shit. He was no longer in her head and it pissed him off.

An evil grin spread across Stefan’s face, He thought of a way to control her. Break her down. Break her till she complied. “No baby, but I have something I need you to do; a mission. Are you up for it?”

Beatrice looked up at her creator, smiling,

“I’m up for anything..what do you need?”

A/N: Thanks for reading! “Daddy’s Girl” is nearing the end as Season 2 of Hazbin Hotel is coming closer with each day! Then I’ll start working on my AUs! See you at check in!