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hoefortonks · 2 years ago

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Little Jackal & Mr. Knight

Chapter 2: A package

Title: A package

Pairing(s): Steven Grant x teen/young adult!avatar OC, Marc Spector x teen/young adult!avatar OC, Jake Lockley x teen/young adult!avatar OC (all platonic)

Summary: after moving to London trying to start over, Mae finds herself meeting someone, or rather people, who help her cope with her past.

Warnings: language, canon typical violence, mentions of death/descriptions of dead bodies, mentions of blood, OC has gen Z humor (I feel like this should be a warning considering the stuff we joke abt), probably grammatical errors, written by a dyslexic, proofreadish

Word count:4k+

(Master list) (part 1)

The man woke with a start, instantly regretting his choice, as the aches and pains of his body quickly caught up to him. With a groan, he rose to his feet, walking towards the mirror of the bathroom.

“Steven, you wanna tell me why we just woke up on the floor of the shower?”

I dunno, mate, I was about to ask you the same. The man’s reflection snapped back in defense.

“Then how the fuck did we end up here? Huh? Cause it was your day yesterday, even though we agreed I had control on your days off from work.” Marc hissed, pointing an accusatory finger at the man standing where his own reflection should be.

I truly don’t know, Marc. Are you sure you weren’t just having too much fun with some of your lifestyle choices? Steven sassed back. We also wouldn’t be having these bloody headaches if I had the body more often. He added in a low mumble.

“You have the body 5 out of 7 days! 5! I can’t even do what I fully want to. And you took my day yesterday! You said all you were gonna do was get your groceries and stuff for the fishes, and you didn’t even do that! Instead, you chose to do gods know what, then helped out that 12-year-old, and ended up staying in her apartment for the rest of the night!”

First off, Mae is 18, and second I didn’t get to do any of my errands because you decided to take control in the middle of the day!

“I didn’t take control, Steven! What are you not understanding about that?” Marc was continuously running his hands through his hair, further tussling his already messy curls. Pacing the length of the small bathroom of the men’s apartment.

Marc, I don’t think you’re understanding. If I didn’t have control, and you didn’t have control. Then what the bloody hell did we do for 6-hours yesterday?

Marc stopped all movement, hand halfway through his curls for the 50th time since waking up, staring at Steven in the mirror. Steven looked at him expectantly, a look of concern present on his features.

“You don’t think-“

It’s possible.

“But how would we not know?”

Think back to Cairo, the same thing was happening there, only there aren’t bodies laid around us this time.

“But we would know about another alter. I would know about another alter.” Marc was growing frustrated.

Maybe not. Think about it, Layla said it was like we were a different person when it happened. It’s the only explanation, Marc.

“No, no it’s not pos-“ Marc was interrupted by the sound of his tv turning on.

The men both looked at each other, and Marc grabbed the closest item to him, that being his toilet paper holder, as a weapon. Carelessly tossing the paper roll off its resting place, Marc crept out of his bathroom, ready to attack. Fixing his tight grip on the piece of metal, he brought it up close to his head, ready to swing as he dashed to where his tv was.

No one was there.

Not letting his guard down, Marc quickly searched every inch of his apartment. Looking in every possible hiding spot, kicking, punching, and swinging the toilet paper holder at objects that looked as if someone was using them as a poorly-thought-out hiding spot.

The tv, once again, caught his attention. Walking back to his living area, he grabbed the remote from the coffee table, raising the volume. “This just in, the bodies of 37-year-old Marsha Keeten, and 20-year-old Daniel Bennings, we're found just 4 blocks from the London Eye. Marsha was found with a total of 26 stab wounds, while Daniel, well I'm not able to say his condition on live television. Witnesses say there was a masked figure in all-black with a white cape leaving the scene. The question is, was this the so-called Phantom of London? Or was it a new masked person, with a much more sinister intent?”

“Fucking hell,” Marc breathlessly said, staring dumbfounded at the screen.

Do you think it's another Avatar? Think Khonsu found another one already?

“It's possible.”

“Okay, I get it, we both have black suits, but that person was obviously much taller than me,” Mae grumbled staring dumbfounded at her television.

Remember, little Jackal, they only had a picture of you, and it was not the best quality at that.

“Whose avatar are they?”

Khonsu’s.

“Were you able to see his symbol on their suit?”

No, Mae looked at the god, brows furrowed in confusion. I saw him.

“You saw Khonsu?” She only received a nod, “how come I didn’t?”

Avatars can only see those whom they serve. You can see me, and Khonsu’s avatar can see him, but that is it. It takes a great deal of power and energy for us to have a physical form, let alone just show ourselves to those who don’t serve us.

The girl hummed in understanding before asking, “why do you think they were after them? I mean Marsha- Marsha was her name right?” Anubis only nodded as he sat crisscrossed on Mae’s kitchen island, which lead the girl to stifle a laugh at the look of the massive god sitting on the tiny piece of the added counter. “She had Ammit’s symbol as a tattoo. Now I’m not saying she deserved to die, but I can see why she was targeted by Khonsu’s avatar. But Daniel? And his murder was brutal.” She said with a grim expression on her face, stomach starting to churn as scenes from last night started to replay in her head.

Miss Keeten was one of Ammit’s followers. She was trying to finish what Arthur Harrow started, judging people, though she does not harness the power of Ammit. Daniel was just the first person she chose.

“You’re telling me she did that to him?”

Yes, and luckily the Moon Knight was there before anything else could happen. Anubis picked up on how anxious Mae was getting, choosing to pick a new topic of discussion. Have you checked for any packages recently?

“Hm?” The girl lightly hummed coming out of a daze. “What?”

I asked if you have received any packages as of late. The god’s voice was calm and as gentle as he could make it, which wasn’t very gentle, but he tried.

“Oh, no, but I don’t think they deliver anything on Sundays.”

I believe they still do packages. Why don't we go and check?

Mae didn’t question him, knowing he was trying to distract her from her thoughts. She got her phone and key and left the apartment, making sure the door was locked, twice.

Taking the stairs was faster than taking the elevator, it helped clear her head going down each step, and she wouldn’t have to worry about a cable snapping, making her fall to her death in a metal box. As she opened the door to the stairwell a thud was heard followed by a groan. She quickly looked behind the block of metal. “Shit, I’m so sorry.” She apologizes as she sees someone bent down picking up their laundry that had fallen to the floor. She didn’t know whether to help them or not seeing as it was their clothing and she didn’t want to anger them even more.

The man quickly picked up everything, never facing Mae, grumbling to himself about people needing to watch where they're going, before heading to the complex’s laundry room.

Do not think too much about them, Mae, let us go see if you have a package.

The girl nodded and proceeded to the front desk. “Good morning Glen.” she greeted the tall man with the brightest smile she could muster at that hour of the morning.

“Ah! Good morning miss Kyng!” He took in the girl's appearance, “didn't go to church this morning?”

“Nah I was too tired today.” the man nodded in understanding with his usual kind smile. “Did any packages come for me this past week? I forgot to check.”

“Yes, actually one just came. Hold on a moment.” Glen bent down looking at each of the three shelves behind his desk. “Ah! Here it is.” he poked his head up, before standing to his full height, holding a box that was about the size of Mae’s torso alone. “This one's a bit bigger, do you think you could carry it by yourself?”

“Uh, yeah, I think I can manage.” She said as she slid the box off the front desk, doing her best to hide the fact that it was too heavy for her. She made her way to the elevator, and as if on cue someone rounded the corner, coming from the laundry area. Focusing on not dropping the package in her hands, Mae almost bumped into the person. She looked up when she felt the person brush her arm, alerting her to their presence. “I'm sorry.” she apologized even though she hadn't done anything. Looking up, her lips curled into a smile at the sight of a familiar face. “Oh, hey Steven.”

He didn't say anything or even acknowledge she was there, which confused the girl. Is it not him? She wondered. The elevator doors opened with a ding before she could get lost in her thoughts. He stepped in first. Mae saw in the mirror that is in the elevator that it was, in fact, Steven further confusing her. He glanced to the left looking at the other mirror in the box. Mae cautiously stepped into the elevator, thinking she somehow upset her friend.

As the doors closed the two stood awkwardly. Steven hit the button for both the 5th and 4th floor, indicating he did see her but was just ignoring her. The elevator started to move, and Mae’s mind got the best of her. “Are you mad at me?” She blurted out, looking up at Steven. He looked to his right at the mirror next to him. After a few seconds of silence, his shoulders slumped a bit, and he looked less tense. “Steven?”

He turned to the teenager, “oh! Hello Mae.” He said with a soft smile.

“Hi?”

“How are you doing today?”

“Good?” Mae was confused. Did he really not see her there? “Is everything okay?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“It’s just-“ she bit the inside of her cheek. Should she ask him? If he was mad at her she didn’t want to make it worse by pushing. “Never mind.” She mumbled.

Steven felt bad, he told Marc to take the stairs. When he asked him to have control, knowing Mae would want to talk, the man just grumbled. Marc felt bad too, he saw how Mae’s face lit up when she saw them. But he knew he couldn’t acknowledge her, knowing she would pick up that he wasn't Steven, even if he faked an accent. Both the men picked up very quickly that Mae was the observant type, she could pick up on the little things that not many people would notice. They both knew that she would be able to tell if she wasn’t talking to Steven.

Steven had tried many times to convince Marc to let Mae meet him, saying she was going to meet him at some point whether it was an accident or not. But Marc didn't know Mae, he wasn’t friends with her. How was he supposed to trust someone with a secret like this if he didn’t know them, let alone them know of his existence? Even if he is the owner of the body.

Not being able to stand the awkwardness of the ride, Marc gave into Steven’s begging to front. “What’d you got there?” Steven tried to break the silence.

“A box.” Mae quietly replied.

Steven chuckled, “well I can see that.” He looked at the rather large cardboard object. “Is that a postcard on top?”

“Yea,” she was a bit louder than before.

Mae, he’s not mad at you.

“Would you like help to carry it? It looks a bit heavy.”

Mae opened her mouth, do not even think about rejecting his offer young lady. Anubis sternly said.

Mae mentally scowled at the god. “I wouldn’t want to bug you.”

“Nonsense, Mae, you could never bug me.” Steven gave the girl a comforting look.

A small smile crept its way back onto her face and she handed him the box. The girl was shocked watching as Steven carried it as if it weighed little to nothing, casually walking to her door.

Entering the apartment Mae disappeared into her room area as Steven put the box on the kitchen island. She returned with a box knife in hand and hopped on the counter, sitting crisscrossed next to the box.

It took everything in Steven to not chastise the girl for sitting on the counter seeing as this was her home.

Mae took the postcard off the box before cutting it open. “You can look in the box while I read the card if you want.” She offered the man, which he excepted.

“Dear Mae,

I’m sorry this one is coming to you late, I had a little trouble on the 19th of the month, postponing my travels. Don’t worry everything is alright now. I have made it safely to Brazil, and have even met some friends on the way. It’s beautiful here, honestly, words can’t describe its beauty. Maybe we can come here together one day, they have Carnival in February so we will need to go then. I have a feeling you would quite like the celebration. As you will see I put some snacks that I found here that I think you will like. As always there are trinkets I found that made me think of you. I miss you cariño, and I hope England is treating you well. I don’t know when, but I will eventually make my way to Europe, and we can get hot cocoa (if the weather calls for it). I hope to hear from you soon, I will be in Morocco by the middle of September and will (try to) text the address of where I will be staying.

With much love,-“

“What’s Bala Juquinha?”

“Don’t know,” Mae said with a shrug, going to pin this postcard with the rest on her wall.

“It looks like candy. There’s also coffee in here.”

“Brazilian coffee?!” The girl ran back to her kitchen, sliding on the hardwood in her socks, giving the god she works for a heart attack as she almost rams right into the counter. “Yes!” She exclaimed, raising the bag of coffee beans triumphantly in the air. She kissed the bag, “thank you,” she sang to the non-present sender. Steven looked at the girl amused. “He couldn’t get coffee in the last country he was in. And I’ve been dying to try Brazilian coffee.”

“And who is he? If it’s alright to ask.”

Mae thought for a second, “a friend.”

“I see, a friend,” Steven repeated with a smirk.

“Not like that Steven.” She sternly said, wagging a finger at the man.

Mae proceeded to pull everything out of the box. She had a total of five different candies, two of each kind, ten all together. A couple of shirts. A rock that kind of looked like the actor Pedro Pascal. Some pressed flowers. And three pieces of jewelry, bracelets to be exact, but what stood out to Mae out of everything was a necklace. It was made of titanium and had a pendant in the shape of a crescent moon. The box it came in was black with a navy blue velvet inside where the necklace laid. A note was placed under the dainty chain, “so you will know I’m always with you. :)” It brought a smile to the girl's face once again, and Steven helped her put it on.

For the past two weeks, everyone in London had been on edge. Especially after another three bodies had been found, two of which were trying to do Harrow's unfinished work. The third was that of another young adult male, the same age as the last victim.

Marc and Steven had grown worried. Was it their possible new alter doing this? Steven was more worried about the fact that the two victims of each attack from Ammits followers were people around Mae’s age. Worried she could be next.

Marc tries to calm his alter, telling him, “she wouldn't be in harm's way, she doesn't leave her house.”

Yes, she does Marc.

“Okay for work and grocery shopping, but we started going with her to the store. She’s fine.”

But we aren't there when she’s going to and from work. Please, just call her.

“I'm not Cal-”

Steven’s phone began to ring. Marc took it out of his pocket and stared at the device in disbelief. Who is it? Steven asked, hopping to every reflective surface in sight, trying to see the screen.

“No one,” Marc grumbled after letting it stop ringing, tucking the phone back in his pocket only to have it start ringing again.

Marc, who was it?

“It was no one, Steven.”

Was it Mae?

“No.”

It was! Marc what if it was an emergency?

“I'm sure it's not an emergency, she's fine.”

Steven’s phone now buzzed from Marc’s back pocket. The men looked at each other. “No.”

C’mon, Marc!

“No.”

Just at least look at the message.

“No, Steven, you have a problem.” The man closed the three-way mirror, though, Steven found another reflective surface.

She needs someone. Marc, I know you've noticed. Marc simply pretend as if Steven was not there. You see how she acts, how she responds to certain things. How she-

“She’s not a charity case, Steven, so don't treat her like one.” The man snapped, finally looking at his alter.

I never said she was-

“She was wondering if you could meet her at the bus stop in 20 minutes,” Marc mumbled, after pulling out Steven's phone again.

Which one?

“Closest to the complex.” Steven gives Marc a pleading look. Marc ran a hand over his face letting out a sigh. “fine you can go check on her," Steven perked up, "but don't make this an all-day thing. This’s still my day to front!” He declared, pointing a finger at the fish tank.

After texting Mae back, the men head toward their destination. Marc walked slowly so they wouldn't have to be standing in the rain for long. Why of all places did we have to pick London? He thought to himself. Marc let Steven take control as they watched the bus come to a full stop.

Slowly but surely the passengers piled out. Marc found it humorous to see all of their reactions to the torrential downpour. Their looks of horror as their clothes and hair absorb the water. Steven scolded him until a familiar mop of shoulder-length brunette curls came into view.

The girl smiled, letting out a sigh of relief. “I’m so sorry for asking you to meet me, you were probably busy.”

“Oh no, I just didn’t hear my phone ring ‘s all.” As the two made the trek back to their complex in the rain, Steven noticed Mae was tense, paranoid even, looking behind them every so often. “Are you alright, love?”

“Yea, I just-“ she looked behind them once more, “I’ll tell you when we get back to the apartments.” Steven nodded, placing a gentle hand on her upper back, calming her growing anxiety.

As the pair walk to the stairwell starting to make their way to the top two floors, Steven asked the question, “so what happened?”

“I’m not 100% sure, but I think I was being followed. I noticed someone when I went to the cafe four blocks from here that serves those really good bagels, now they’re not as good as New York bagels but close to it.”

“I’ve never had a New York bagel.”

“You’ve never had a New York bagel?!” Steven just shrugged, looking down at his neighbor. “Dude they’re so good. They’re big, not too big though, fluffy, yet they have a slight crunch. And the taste. Oh my God don't even get me started on the taste!”

Keep her on track. Marc lightly warned.

“Ya know what? We need to take a trip to New York to get you a bagel. Wait, you’re a vegan! I’m sure we can find you a vegan bagel-“

“As much as I would love to travel to New York, let’s get back to what we were talking about.”

“What were we talking about?”

Oh my god.

“Why you asked me to meet you.”

Mae’s eyes widened as if a lightbulb had gone off in her head. “Oh! I think I was being followed.” The man gave her a look indicating for her to keep going. “I first noticed her at the cafe, I obviously didn’t think much of it. But she came up to the table I was at and started talking to me. I gave her short brief answers, trying to get it across to her in the nicest way to leave me the fuck alone.”

gasp! Steven you're going to let her say a bad word?!

“But she didn’t?”

The girl stopped her climb, looking at her neighbor, puzzled. “That’s the thing. She did leave me alone, or at least I thought she did. After the cafe, I stopped at a bookstore and noticed her. I thought it might have been just a coincidence, then I went to the bank and saw her again. Then I stopped by the park cuase it was a nice day. Until it started raining, but I saw her again. Then I stopped at work cause I had left something there yesterday, and she was there too. She approached me again, only she didn’t talk, just lifted her sleeve revealing a tattoo on her upper forearm. After that, I got on the bus and left her at the museum. But there was a man on the bus, and he was staring at me. I moved seats to see if he would stop, but he moved too."

Steven's concerns grew as she went on about the guy continuing to move seats as she did. Then she mentioned him revealing a tattoo in the same place as the woman's before she called him. "What did it look like?"

"The tattoo?" the man only nodded, "Um- it was a scale of some sort, but the arm thingies that hold the weighing plates were I think crocodile heads."

shit, you were right.

"I could just be paranoid. It could've just been some crazy weird coincidence."

"I wouldn't say you were paranoid, Mae. And you did the right thing by calling someone. We don't know what or if they had something planned." Steven said as he looked down at her, gently holding her shoulders, grateful she was alright.

Mae stared off into space as Steven's words settled in. "I could've been kidnapped or-" she stated slowly, not daring to complete her thought out loud.

Mae, without realizing it, tightly wrapped her arms around Steven's waist. The man, after the initial shock, reciprocated the action, running his fingers through her hair in a soothing motion. "I won't let anything bad happen to you, Meghan. I promise."

For the first time in over four years, Mae felt safe.

Mae sat on top of a roof, legs dangling off the side, kicking them in the air as she scoped the area. Her fingers tapped a rhythm into the bricks, the hair that was sticking out of her braids flying in the wind after she decided to lower her hood.

"How much longer till we can go back? It's kinda cold out here."

Not long. The god had a better view of the city below due to his height, but that's not what helped him spot someone. There. He crouched to be level with his avatar, pointing a bony finger next to her head, helping her see what he was looking at.

"What exactly are we looking at, Anubis?"

Khonsu, which means...

"Moon Knight!" The teenager exclaimed, following the faraway figure with her finger.

Precisely. Come, little Jackal we must go now.

The two jumped on the roofs, making their way to the street corner, where Khonsu's avatar stood. The god and the girl stayed at their vantage point, looking at the scene below. Moon Knight was taking down another one of Ammits followers. They punched the man square in his jaw, using one of their crescent darts, leaving the weapon sticking out of his face.

The sight of the blood pouring from the man's new-found wound made Mae look away, turning her body towards Anubis for comfort. The god raised a hand, blocking the view below from her peripheral. After waiting a minute, and for the screaming to stop, the teen finally looked back down. The Moon Knight was nowhere in sight. She looked around the surrounding streets and allies, but she couldn't spot the avatar.

Mae felt a chill climb up her spine, and she spun around. "Jesus!" She exclaimed, backing up, forgetting she was standing on a rooftop. Her right foot slipped, causing her to fall back, but luckily Khonsu's avatar was quick. The person held a tight grip on the upper chest portion of Mae's suit. Their right arm was up, holding a crescent dart in their hand, ready to attack, as they held the teenager at an angle, dangling over the edge of the roof above the street below.

Khonsu! Anubis growled, Release her at once! I am in no mood to play games!

As if on command, the avatar brought Mae back to her feet, releasing her, before disappearing.

The girl's breathing was unsteady as she tried to figure out what happened. "I think- Ima just go do the ceremony now- yea." She convinced herself, slowly nodding her head.

Mae jumped to the street, stepping cautiously toward the two bodies.

She completed the ceremony for Ammits follower and then moved toward his victim. Going through the person's bag, she found an ID. Reading over it, Mae discovered her name was Lana and she was 19.

Mae froze before doing the ceremony, moving her head ever-so-slightly, listening to her surroundings. "Anubis?" Her voice was just above a whisper.

Yes, my child?

"Are they still here?"

Yes, the girl looked at the man with a jackal head, You need not worry, no harm will come to you, I will make sure of it. The monotone sound of his voice soothed her, and she continued with her task.

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valerie-is-in-the-cupboard · 2 months ago

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Hi, I have a request:

Could you write a One-shot Human GN Reader x Angel Dust and Husk (platonic)?

The reader is a shy human with magic skills (like John Constantine) and when they try to do a ritual, they made a mistake, fall in Hell, where they meet Angel and Husk. The first thing than the reader do when they see the two sinners is run away, think the two guys want to kill the reader, and in their hopeless run, they meet other sinners who don't have any good intents. And when the reader think than they will die, Angel and Husk come to save them.

Sorry if this request is long and specific, but I haven't found so many fanfition about Human reader x Hazbin Hotel Characters than I liked. And I want a Hurt to Comfort with my two favourite characters.

Thank you and Bye

Friends from the Other Side - Husker x human!reader x Angel Dust

Hello! Thank you so much for your request! I wanted to mention that it’s been a while since I watched Constantine, and my recollection of his powers is a bit hazy. So, I hope this still aligns with what you were expecting. I’m sorry it’s a bit shorter than you might have hoped. I really hope you enjoy it! ❤️

(Also, this might appeal to Supernatural fans as well... ;)) )

Words: ~1000 TW: violence and cursing

Your hunting days were long gone. You were never one to be a fan of monster hunting, mostly because you chose to live a peaceful life. You decided it was better to use your powers for simpler things, like tarot or palm reading.

But when two old friends asked for your help in their quest to find a demon, you couldn’t refuse. The ritual was simple, even mundane, something you had done thousands of times before.

The room, lit only by candles, was filled with incantations as you held a bowl of blood and other necessary ingredients. You could feel the connection forming between you and the target, the familiar, slightly unsettling sensation settling inside you. But this time, something was different—something dark was lurking, and the sense of imminent danger made you shiver.

You opened your eyes quickly, and before you stood a man in a black suit. You could feel the dark aura surrounding him, chills running down your spine. The bowl slipped from your hands, the blood splashing across the floor as you stumbled back. "Who… who are you?" Your voice trembled.

The man’s lips curled into an amused smile, his gaze sharp. "I told those two they can't spoil my fun just yet. Sorry, you got dragged into this," he said with unsettling calm. "You’ll be going on a little holiday until I’m done. Oh, and… tell Moose I said hi—if you make it back."

Before you could react, darkness swirled around you, pulling you into a void. You screamed, but no sound escaped. Your body grew heavy, and everything went black.

"Are they dead?" A voice broke through the haze.

"Probably," another replied. You felt a nudge. "Nope, definitely alive."

Your eyes fluttered open. "What the hell…" you muttered, your head spinning as two figures came into view. You couldn't quite see who they were as your vision was still blurry.

"Toots, don’t freak out, okay?" the first one said, leaning closer.

"Freak out...? Why would I..." Your breath caught in your throat as your vision cleared up realizing what they were. Demons. You scrambled backwards, eyes darting around the strange hotel lobby.

“See? Now you’re freaking out,” the cat-like demon said dryly. In your panic, you instinctively cast a spell, filling the room with dark smoke, and blocking their view from you. You bolted toward the massive doors, too terrified to care where you were headed. The world outside was a chaotic, twisted city, and you kept running, ignoring the bizarre sights.

But your escape didn’t last long. You collided with something solid, falling hard to the ground.

"Well, what do we have here?" a voice rang out as you tried to recover from the impact. You opened your eyes, and before you stood a demon, grinning widely as his eyes scanned you from head to toe. "It's been a while since we've seen a nice, lil' human like you..."

"Stay back!" you warned, as golden light encircled your hand, making him step back. But, to your surprise, your hands were immediately immobilized by another demon, pinning them behind your back while a cold knife threatened to cut deep into your throat.

"Woah! Why don't you put those aside, sugar? We don't mean any harm..." The demon stepped closer, running a claw down your cheek, pressing lightly. "Now... me and the boys were really... eager to taste something new today..." he laughed as two more demons approached.

"Please... I don't know how I got here..." Panic surged as you struggled to break free, but the blade pressed harder, stopping your movements.

"Oh, come on, don’t get so worked up... We’re just—"

A loud bang echoed, your ears ringing as the grip on your hands slowly disappeared. You blinked, dazed, as the demon in front of you staggered, blood splattering across his face.

"That's it, fuckers!" You turned and saw the tall, spider-like demon firing two guns, expertly taking down the demons surrounding you. One demon grabbed your wrist, but with a quick move, you sent a blast of energy, propelling him into the air.

"Not bad, kid!" the cat-like demon shouted as he tackled another to the ground, a bullet from the spider demon finishing the job. The demons' screams echoed around you, the fight ending quickly.

You stood shakily, adrenaline still rushing through your veins. "Who… who are you?"

"Name’s Angel Dust," the taller one smirked, holstering his guns. "And that’s Husk. You?"

"I'm (Y/n)... I think a demon teleported me here..." you replied, guilt creeping in. "And, uh- .... Sorry for the spell back there..."

Husk shrugged at your words. "Expected it, to be honest."

"We should head back to the hotel before anyone else notices a human here," Angel suggested, brushing himself off. Then, with a grin, he added, "By the way, that magic of yours? Fuckin' badass."

A small smile tugged at your lips. "You guys weren’t too bad yourselves."

Back at the hotel, it took Charlie a few days to open a portal for you, but there it was - shining brightly in the hotel lobby.

"Do you really have to go, toots?" Angel pouted, resting a hand on your shoulder. "I kinda liked having you around."

"I’ll be back… someday," you promised with a smile, giving him a quick hug.

Husk stood a little off to the side, his arms crossed. He didn’t say much, but there was a flicker of something—maybe disappointment—in his eyes.

"Aww, what’s wrong, Husker? Missin’ ‘em already?" Angel teased.

Husk rolled his eyes at Angel's comment, trying to maintain his usual indifferent expression. "Shut it, ya damn prick…" He muttered, his voice tinged with a hint of annoyance. "Ya better be back… someday." He said gruffly.

"I promise." you said.

"Byeee! And please don’t forget to tell the demons on Earth that the Hazbin Hotel has its doors wide open for them!!!" Charlie exclaimed, her excitement palpable.

You chuckle as you step through the portal, the same overwhelming feeling engulfing you. You felt as if you were reborn again and through the darkness - you saw light.

You fell right back onto your couch, your two friends who probably came to check on you seemingly disturbed by your sudden appearance.

"What the fuck was that?" one of them asked. You took deep breaths, trying to steady yourself as your gaze shifted from one to the other, assessing the situation.

"Which one of you morons is 'moose'?"

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