By the way the timeline for this is a year and a half before Charlie announce her hotel 👌 I forgot to mention in 5 chapter. I re draw how (Y/N) face and outfit! Her face is above and her outfit is below! I was too lazy to color it! (Y/N) eyelashes are black by the way! (Y/N) for front pointy teeth are silver, her eyes colors are still the same like the other photo I had in the previous chapter.  I'm going to try to update my story once a week. If I update more than once for a week then I'm going to skip the next week, OK 👌 Enjoy!

Bruce POV:

I am so tired. I hate (Y/N) so much! It's all her fault that we died! I still think there's a way to get out of hell! I'm not giving up! My arms feel like they're going to fall off... Dumpster diving for food and supplies is so disgusting but we don't have jobs down here. I don't know if I should be happy or not that demons here are so wasteful and throw away so much good stuff. Today I was able to find bags of chip that a demon didn't like because it wasn't his favorite flavor. A box of Band-Aids of different sizes. A pocket knife. Half slice of watermelon. And lastly a weird briefcase that's pretty heavy, I tried to open it but I had a lock on it. Maybe (Y/N) can open. I hope she did something today.
"(Y/N)! Are you you here?" I called out for her, adjusting all the things in my arms carefully, as I walked in our small little territory in a dirty alley over filled with garbage cans and dumpsters. "(Y/N)-!... What the hell... What are you doing in there." I deadpan when I see my idiot best friend legs sticking out of a trashcan.

"I'm thinking..."

"You're thinking in a dumpster?"

"No! I'm thinking in a trashcan."

"Get out of there! Did you even leave to look for food today? Did you got any supplies or anything that's useful for us?" I yelled, dropping my things next to me before approaching my friend.

"Uuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.... Nope. Can you help me get out of here I'm starting to get a cramp."

"Why did you think of going in the trashcan is a good idea?"

"You always told me that I'm hot garbage~. Eh?~ eh~. Get it? I'm literally cooking in here can you please help me get out!" I see her starting to wiggle her legs around, kicking them.

"Stop that. You're going to kick me in my face." Surprisingly she did stopped. I grabbed her hips pulling her up a bit.

Pfff....

What's that rotten smell suddenly...

"Bruce by the way I did do something! I was looking around here and found a can of beans! You hate can beans and I hate canned beans but since we're starving I ate it all today!"

I gagged and immediately let go of her. I didn't realize that I was already lift her out of the trashcan a bit before dropping her. She yelped, a crack sound could be heard. I wasn't focus on that and kicked her trashcan making it roll until she hit the brick wall in front of us.

"You're disgusting! I hate living in here! I thought you said you're going to find a hotel or something!"

"T-this is a hotel for me... We don't have to pay living here, that's good! Nobody really comes here unless they dump their trash."  She replied back still in the trashcan laying on the side. I sighed walking towards her and grabbing her legs, pulling her out. "(Y/N) I can't be living like this..." She peeled her face off the dirty floor and looks at me confused. I see her stitches got loose or ripped. We need to find more thread...

Why haven't her neck healed yet?

"Bruce I got you a gold dumpster for you. That's not good enough for you?"

"It's dumpster with sprayed on gold paint!" I hiss at her,dropping her legs and crossed my arms. She let her legs flopped down.

....

"Bruce, you will never be satisfied-."

"Don't pull Alexan-."

" I don't even know what that is! I just heard people making jokes about it but don't really get it!" She gets off the floor clumsily and looks at me almost straight in the eye.

"Your neck is not getting better..."
"You fucked it up when you drop me and kick-."
"I mean in healing! It's still look the same since we got here!"
"We just been here for five days."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I've been keeping track. See!" She points behind me, I turned around and see five lines on the wall.
"Not so bad. We are doing decent. Besides Goofy trying to get us but we are okay!"
I glared at her and picked up a empty dirty can of beans that's probably her's and shake in front of her face.
"Decent? Decent?! This is not decent! We are basically scavengers and hobos!"
"Hobos scavengers with style!" My left eye twitches when she smiles a big stupid grin and points finger guns at me. I threw the can that I was holding at her forehead but her reaction didn't change. I covered my face with my hand before I let out a loud frustrated scream out.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

.....

I remove my hands, walked back where I drop my stuff,  pick up the briefcase before throwing it at her, she caught it with ease.
"I found this. I hope you can open it. I also found a box of Band-Aids. It can keep your neck together temporarily but we need to find more thread."
"Awwww! Your mega pissed at me but you still worry about me~?"
"S-shut up and pull out your loose threads out of your neck. Give me a heads up warning before-."
Squish...
"D-dammit! I'm not gonna gag..." I said to myself.
"I think it's easier to remove the threads when my neck is back together first."
"How would you know it's easier if this is your first time doing it?!
"I'm gonna see." She hold her head with one hand and the other grabbed one end of the thread. I look away, I really don't want to see this.
"Tell me when you're done..."
"M'kay."

5 minuets later

"Maybe it would been easier if I did that first and then push my neck back together after." She said pulling out the last thread out of her neck. "I'm done!"
I sighed, taking out the box of Band-Aids and pulling out one of the largest ones. "(Y/N)... You're my best friend and I know you went through some shit but you need to get your act together. We're literally in hell."
"I know."
I rip open the bandage, being careful not to get it stuck on my hand. Walking to her, carefully placing the bandage and give a little rub after.
"I hate you so much..."
"I know."
"You killed me."
"I know."
"This is your fault."
"What do you want? I can't get guilt trip if I'm having my head up in my ass."
"I'm saying we need a job."
"Mhm... doesn't sound like that."
"We are in hell! Homeless! Goofy is looking for us! I don't know why?! No money! Nothing! It's your fault that we are in this! We have to get jobs!"

"Are you try to get laid~?"

"No, I'm-...-What the heck is with your face?!"

"Besides manlier than yours."

"(Y/N) your face looks like a Lenny face! Look! There's a broken mirror behind you!"

The moment she looked in her reflection her face when to Lenny to normal shock.

"What?!"

"Bruce, am I tripping?"

"No! I'm the one that told you! You're face looked like a poorly draw Lenny face rip off! How did you do that?!"

"I don't know! I was just playing around, making fun of your virgin ass and boom! I'm Lenny!"

"My virgin ass? You're virgin too!"

"I lost my eye and mind Virginity. Read too many Wattpad stories."

"I'm not talking about that!"

"I know. Besides that I'm still virgin in not having sex. Call me old fashioned but I would like to lose it when I get married."

I was a little surprised by that. "Really? Well that's not bad. I think it's good."

"You think it's good because nobody would want to tie the knot with me. We been virgins together in living and now in death! Virgins forever! Forever alone, never the bride or groom, always the bridesmaid and groomsman if we get lucky... We never got invited to a wedding before. Maaan... I want to eat a wedding cake now... Do you think there's money in the briefcase?"

I almost forgot the briefcase. (Y/N) can talk a lot sometimes than change it to something else. Like her dad. Ugh I hate that guy. I wouldn't even call him a father.

"Hmm. It need a number code to open it. I have no time for that! Where did I put that flimsy, rusty sledge hammer at?" I hear her rustling the trash and other things. Im half listening to her. Now she has me think about her dad. (Y/N) loved him so much. She's a big daddy girl. Probably still is. The things I don't get is why?!

"Ah Ha! Found it! Bruce I'm gonna bash this thing open! If there's a bomb in here the whole time than it's nice dying with you a second time!" She yelled as she raised the busted sledge hammer over head. Did she say bomb?! There could be a bomb! Like really What kind of idiot would leave a briefcase on a bench next to the drug vending machine?!

"(Y/N) don't-." Too late. The hammer came down hitting right in center of the briefcase. I turn around, squatting down, covering my head, waiting for the explosion but inside I felt chunks of debris and dust hit my back. I felt a shiver go down my spine. This reminds when me and (Y/N) was running away from the police and the guys trying to kill us.

"Cough! Cough! Wheeze! Well no bomb Bruce! Just drugs and-oh! There's some crash! Perfect! We can buy a wedding cake now, let hurry before the drugs start kicking in! I don't regret a lot of things but I'm half regretting this! Fuck is this suppose to sting your nose?! Aghh!"

Cash? I uncurled, standing up, turning around to see (Y/N) dropping the hammer to side. I'm surprise that piece of crap of a hammer was still together. Front of (Y/N) face and chest is cover in white powder. On the floor is the briefcase has a huge hole in it, full with bags of the white powder, some ripped obviously with some stacks of cash. All the dollars are hundreds! Yes! Maybe we can stay at a cheap motel and get something better to eat! But we still need to get jobs. I lift my shirt collar over my nose. I don't do drugs. I drink but not drugs. (Y/N) doesn't do drugs either but I can see she's trying dusting it off herself but making a small dust cloud around herself instead.

"(Y/N) stop that. Try to suck that shit off with that slow hand vacuum, we found yesterday."

"Oh yeah! Great idea! It's over here somewhere! I clean up, you get the money!"

She didn't wait for my respond, already jumping in a trashcan, her grunting a bit before hearing a cheap sucking of the vacuum. I sweat drop at that. How can she go in a trashcan/dumpster with getting grossed out? I sleep in a dumpster but I made (Y/N) clean it out first! I remember (Y/N) telling me that her and dad used to dumpster diving together for 'bonding time'. Even though she was the only one going in the dumpster while her dad wait outside. I shake my head. I can't be thinking about that man. We need to survive this first. Careful I walked towards the cash, picking it up, dusting it, careful not get it on my face, putting in the other bag I had. I might have to double the bag. Can't let other demon see what we are carrying.

"(Y/N) it's good we got money now but you have to be more careful! There could have been a bomb! I know you have a brain and not three Braincell!"

"Maaaan... woah... gosh...."

"(Y/N)?" I finished picking up all the money and walk towards the trashcan she was in. "You okay?"

"Idk..." She pokes her head out of the trashcan, I realize that her pupils got larger. It's probably a side effect from the drugs but it's weird since she have two different pupils. One normal-ish and the other looks like a snake. It's creepy but creepier now enlarge.

I don't want to sound rude, but her snake like eye freaks me out a bit.

"Are you high?..."

"High as a mother******* kite... Me no like..."

She stumbles out of the trashcan, face planting on floor, before crawling like a caterpillar to me, hugging my leg. I hear her whimpering before looking at me with wide eyes, enlarge pupils.

"Don't look at me. You look creepy as fuck."

"Bruce..." She whimper.

"What?"

"I-I-I..."

"Spit it out."

"Ptooey!"

"I didn't mean it literal! Right on my crotch!" I try wiping off her spit for only it to spread it more. "Now it looks like I pissed myself a bit!"

"Bruce... I-I wheeze... I see dead people..." She points at the broken mirror in front of us.

"(Y/N) that's us."

"N-No! No? No! It's dead people!"

"We the are dead people."

"Really? I thought we are demons from a Wattpad book called Drag king and queen a Angel Dust x Female reader story! I'm the main character, you're my besties/sidekick and I'm suppose to end up with Angel Dust!"

"Wut."

"I hope you don't die! A lot of stories kills the lovable characters to make readers cry! I don't want to fall in love! Angel Dust will lift me for a moment than crush me down after! Agh!" She sob. Wiping her nose on my knee.

"Gross! (Y/N) I'm already dead! And Angel Dust? What's that? Is that what the drug is called?" I bend down and pick up one a bag that has a label that says 'Angel Dust' with a little halo behind it.

"Nah Ah! You're not ending up with Angel Dust! I'm not letting you become a drug addict! You're an asshole, sexual confuse, dumbass, retarded woman but you're still my best friend and I'm not letting you go on a drug path way!" Tossing the bag of Angel Dust away, embracing (Y/N). I feel her hugging back, now sobbing on my shoulder.

"B-B-Bruce! I want wedding cake!" All the pity in my body just left when she said that.

"No wedding cake. We need a motel, real food and water."

"I take it back. You're not lovable! You're leaving me on our wedding day!"

"What?! When did we-?!"

"You cake-can't keep me away from wedding cake! I love her! There's nothing wrong with loving a female wedding cake!"

"I didn't know cakes have genders..."

"You homophobia!"

"(Y/N) I'm bi. Do you know what gender or do you like both?"

"I love wedding cake! You and I are getting married and having a threesome at the honeymoon!"

"Dafug?! Get off of me!" I rough shove her off and on the ground. She whined, before sitting Indian style, swinging her arms in a childish manner. "Bruce! I hate this feeling!"

"Y-you just need a real bed to sleep, food and a drink."

"I eat wedding cake?"

"No wedding cake!" I quickly went to the trash cans and start searching around it, I found a ugly old backpack and put the money inside. I secure the backpack on my back and went back to my friend that has her hands up like she's waiting for Jesus to come and get her.

"Bruce... wheeze.... I think we are in hell..."

" I have no idea how drugs work but I'm think you're reacting badly to them."

"The shy sky... It's on its her period...."

"Come here." I grabbed it from under her armpits and start dragging her out of the alley. "Let get out of here. I think I passed by a cheap hotel or motel that looks decent enough to stay at a bit."

"Bruce I see Satan..."

"Where?!" Out of panic I dropped her. She didn't made a noise. She calmly sit back up and pointed at small brown spider with pure horror in her eyes.

"There!"

"D-don't scare me like that! Ugh..."

"You should've never believed me I'm on drugs."

"Let go." When I try to grab her again she scooted way for me. "(Y/N) don't be difficult."

"Kill Satan first! You cannot let him live!"

"If I step on the spider would you let me get you?"

"Yus."

"Fine. Hold this." I took off my backpack and hand it to her. Automatically she starts hugging it like it was a teddy bear.

"My hero~."

"Whatever. Don't let go of it." I quickly reached the spider and stepped on it.

Pop.

"That's gross... Okay the spider-."

"Satan releases his satan spawn!" She got up and try to run away to only running into a random garbage can with the lid off. Her upper half of her body is inside and the lower half is still 'running'.

"(Y/N) what do-That was pregnant spider?! Ewww! No! It's babies are crawling on my shoe!"

"Ho ho ho! I found you little-SPIDERS!" The moment Goofy pop out of nowhere with a metal bat, I kick some of the spider babies on him, making him dropping his weapon.

I run back at (Y/N) grab her by the waist and run outta here!

"You'll pay for that! Ah! I got bite in the eye!"

30 minuets later

"This better not be a repeat of last time we ran this long... I mostly ran... You just clinging to like a damn koala!" I let go of her a while ago but she had her arms around my neck and legs around my waist. Her head resting on top my collarbone, she whispered, "Bruce, am I pretty or ugly?" I groan softly annoyed, stopping and sitting on a dirty bench next to the motel. I need rest for a bit.
"You are both..." Wiping my forehead with my back of my hand.
"Hmm... Yeah... I'm pretty ugly ain't I?" She broke out in a hysterical laughter and slapping my chest before wheezing again.
"I need a boyfriend..."

"Listen and repeat after me... Men are stupid."

"I agree... I mean your father could use a condom. But yet here you are." I shove this bitch off of me.

"Owwie! I think I broke my ass like Patrick did in that one Spongebob episode. His bones was sticking out! Can you kiss my booty to make it feel better?"

"I been kissing your ass too much already. Put your ass down!" I kick her butt, making her drop it. She looks at me with a pout. I rub my face with my hands. "Just give me the backpack..."
"What backpack?"
I froze. Don't tell me we left it back there!
" I told you not to lose it!"
"You should've never trusted me I'm on drugs."
I feel like crying right now... We cannot go back to our old alley!
"Bruce... I think our baby kick..."
"..." I slowly look back at her to see a her coat unbutton and strange lump under her shirt. I got off the bench, put my hand under her shirt and grabbing whatever under her shirt. I pulled it out and realized it was the backpack!
"Bruce it's a boy! I didn't know you where a doctor!"
"Good gracious you didn't lost it!" I quickly check if everything was OK and everything was, strapping it back on my back. I shouldn't have took it off in the first place. That's my fault.
"What do you want to name him?"
"Knuckle sandwich if you don't shut up."
"Hmm... That's okay... but I like Bob. His name is Bob K. Sandwich."
"I hope that drug doesn't last any longer... come on and get up we have to go."
"I just give birth! I'm tired!"
"I've been the one running and caring your fat ass!"
"You were not caring me! I was hugging you the whole time!"
"Get up!"
"No! It's too far!"
"I-it's literally 10 feet away from us."
She laid back down and crossed her arms.
"That's like a mile."
"No it's not!"
"To meh it is."
I am really tempted to just leave her ass right here. But...I can't... I took a quick breath before walking between her legs, turning around, squatting down and grabbed her ankles and start dragging her to the motel.
"T-thank you for itching my back." She replied putting a hand on her hat. I haven't realize she had her hat on the whole time. She has her head backwards and I could see her ribbon, two feathers and... I thought I told her to throw away that heart shaped mood ring a long time ago! It's crack in the middle and it lost the ring part so it's just the heart! I'm going to talk to her when she's not so high on drugs right now.
"Brucey..."
"What do you fucking want now." I hissed at her. I'm already having enough with her bullshit already if I wasn't already.
"Thank you... I wuv you...-Ow! I think I hit a pothole or a rip of the space time continuum on my head..."
I stop. I look over my shoulder to see her waving her hands in front of her face. This is not my friend from middle school. She was never like this before. I wish I was there when that happened... maybe if I was there she would been a bit better... but I can't change the past and I can't let go of my friend either....
"Brucey? Do you think we have some cool demon powers? Like making our nose big or shooting fireballs out of our ass?"

"Those are not superpowers that's called lying and burning constipation or diarrhea... but since you mentioned superpowers... maybe... Some demons can do certain things like flying or breathing fire..." I gasped. Earlier today when she was making fun of my Virginity her face morph into into something else.

"Brucey... I ca-can change my eyes... Is that a power?"

"I don't know.... maybe... we'll talk about this tomorrow when you are feeling better. Hopefully you can sleep like this."

"How do I know if I'm sleeping? What if I'm sleeping right now? Has this been a dream the whole time?! Are you really Brucey! I'm fucking Batman! Batman, Batman, Batman! Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na! Batman!"

"We are definitely talking when you are off the drugs. I can't take you seriously right now."

"I'm always serious! I am the Batman! The dark Knight!"

" I do hope you do have some kind of power or ability that will help us out in the future... i'm going to check myself if I have anything like that too... after I finally booked us a room in the motel and get you in bed."

"Crime never sleeps."

"You can say that again..."

"Crime never sleeps."

" I didn't mean it..." Oh (Y/N)... I look at her one more time before continuing walking towards the motel, finally at the entrance.

4019 words? I think it's a bit less.. Sorry! I been a little bit stressful this week. If I don't I update once a week then I'm very sorry. I'll try to make it up to you guys.