Angel Dust wakes up in a dimly lit room, tied up to a chair. He tries to budge free, but fails. His captor paces around him. "Finally awake, Angel Dust." Angel glowers, but eventually regains his confident smile. "Yeah, and what's it to ya?" His captor holds a knife against Angel's face. "I want you to tell me where your boss stashes his vault." He said. Angel laughs, unbothered. "It's hilarious you think I'd tell you anything." The captor grabs Angel off the ground by the neck.

"Fine. I guess I'll just have to fuck the information outta ya." He said. Angel Dust stares defiantly. "Do your worst." He breaks into a seductive smile. "Daddy." The captor rips his shirt open and engages in sexual intercourse with Angel, revealing this is a porn film played on the hotel's TV. "...Ohhhh, yeahhh, baby!" Sir Pentious and Charlie are watching creeped out, Vaggie annoyed, Y/N bored, and Niffty rather interested. "You know, this performance won me a 'Sex-x-xi' award!" Angel said. "I find that hard to believe." Y/N said, and Angel scowls at her. "Oh yeah? And whys that?" He asked. "Because that performance was shit!" Y/N said.

"Oh please, you wouldn't know a good performance if it came and bit you in the ass!" Angel shouted, and Y/N laughs. "It's, uh... very... honest?... Oh." Charlie turns away, nauseous. She tries to shield her eyes with her right hand. "Ew!" Vaggie said. Charlie peeks from her fingers back at the TV screen, before turning her head away to avoid watching, with her hand covering her mouth this time. "Okay! Enough of that." Vaggie tries to help Charlie by covering the side of her face with her own hand so she doesn't have to see the TV screen. She turns her head to Angel Dust with a disapproving and unamused stare. "Angel, what the fuck?" She asked.

"What?! You said was "Show n' Tell" day. I'm showin' you my best film, and I'm tellin' you that it scored me a win over that bitch, Tiffany Titfucker." Husk is cleaning and wiping a wine glass. "Ya know, I'm with Y/N, it's not a very convincing interrogation scene." He said. Angel Dust laughs, angry. "Alright, dickhead. What makes you think you have any right to insult my work to my fuckin' face?" He asked. "You really gonna sit there and act like these scripts ain't hot garbage?" Husk asked. Angel Dust gasps. "Fuck you. This is classy art!" He gestures with two hands at the TV screen. "If by art, you mean shit." Y/N said. "Fuck you too." Angel said.

Co-star slaps Angel's butt and bites it. Sir Pentious covers his eyes when he sees this, while Niffty lies on her stomach on the table with a smile, kicking her legs back and forth as she continues watching. "That's bullshit. You get drunk and bitch about them all the time. Everyone likes to bitch to the bartender. I know everything about you and these motherfuckers at this point." Husk gestures to Y/N. "This kid, she blows stuff up and ruins people's lives just because she's an insecure little girl who wasn't supposed to exist." Y/N glares at him. "Why you little shi-" Husk then points at Sir Pentious. "That one. That one is an insecure buffoon whose lonely ass watches you idiots sleep! Princess, is a bleeding heart who want to solve everybody else's problems 'cept her own." Husk said. "What?! No, I-- what? Pffff, no, no." Charlie said. Vaggie just stares at her silently.

And this one." Vaggie turns her attention away from Charlie and scowls at Husk, growling under her breath. "Judges everyone and everything because she hates herself." Vaggie frowns before groaning. Husk gestures to Niffty who smiles mischievously. "And Niffty? Heh... You don't even want to know what her deal is." Husk drinks from his bottle of whiskey/wine he is holding as Angel laughs and kicks his legs. "You weren't kidding! Oh ho, wow!" Angel laughs in front of Vaggie's face briefly while she is still frowning,

with Y/N looking like she wants to kill Husk, before sitting herself down on the couch's arm. "Kitten's got claws!" Angel gestures claws with his hand while looking to the side at Husk flirtatiously, causing his eyes to widen and his eyebrows to raise at that, Angel places his hand underneath Husk's chin, turning his head to face him closely as his hand adjusts against his cheek with his other holding the bottom of Husk's hand. "Meow!" Husk immediately breaks away from his grasp and points at Angel with his index finger, rather annoyed, causing Angel's eyes to widen and eyebrows to rise in surprise from the sudden move. "And you!" Husk scoffs. "Don't get me started. I see right through you and all this bullshit and how fake you are.

"Oh ho ho, me? Fake? Wow, I had no idea. Guess that's why I'm an actor, dumbass. And—" Angel's phone vibrates and rings. "Hold that thought." He answers the phone. "Hello? Uh, yeah I'm-I'm... No, No, I just, I..." he sounds nervous. "No, I-I'm not... But, uh... Yeah, I'll be right there." Angel hangs up. "Well, uh... Looks like Val needs me for an... Uh-- emergency shoot." Angel said. "Uh-huh, sure." Husk said. "You know what? Fuck you. I don't give a shit what some drunk ass bartender thinks a' me." Angel pulls out shades from chest fluff. "So why don't you just crawl back to whatever cave you came from, porn critic."

Husk grows annoyed at his comment as Angel flips him off, putting on his shades. Husk growls and glares at him. Charlie sprints after Angel. "Angel, you can't leave yet." She tries to stop him from leaving by taking his hands and gently leading him back to the lobby. "We haven't finished our exercises for the day." She said. "I'm sure you'll manage without me." Angel walks back over to the door to leave, grabs the handle, and opens it. Charlie sprints back after him and closes the door with her back, trying to block him from leaving. "There isn't much time left for the hotel to prove itself." Angel places his hands on his hips and waist, growing annoyed and facepalming, trying to remain calm before taking off his shades with one hand, and placing another on Charlie's shoulder.

"Uuugh, why is this so hard? What am I doing wrong?" Charlie asked. "Well, I mean... You're the princess of Hell." Vaggie said. "So?" Charlie asked. "So, you don't really use the power that comes with that, which I love about you, but maybe you can... I don't know, command a little more... Authority?" Vaggie asked. "But that's so mean." Charlie whines. "It's not mean, exactly. It's... uh, aggressive kindness." Vaggie said. "Okay... I could be so aggressively kind to Angel's boss...

That I convince him to let Angel spend more time at the hotel!" Charlie said. "Good luck with that." The two girls look at Y/N. "Porn star managers aren't just gonna let their prisoners stop working so they can stay at this shitty hotel." She said. Vaggie's right eye twitches at her attitude. "Well I have to try. Why don't you come with, Y/N?" Charlie asked. "What?" Her eyes widen a little. "Trust me, that's not such a good idea." Y/N said. "Well, Angel's your friend, right?" Charlie asked. "Friend?" "Yeah, we're all friends here, so, you should help me ask his manager to spend more time with us!" Charlie insisted. "Just because we've been together at this hotel for a while doesn't necessarily mean we're friends." Y/N said. "Come on! Just come with me!" Charlie pouts, then does puppy eyes and Y/N groans. "Ugh, I'm gonna regret this." She mumbles.

Angel is working at the porn studio. Valentino supervises and Travis appears as a director. "Ohhh! Daddy, I... uhhhh?..." Angel reaches behind and underneath one of the pillows and grabs a paper to re-read the script before scoffing. "Do you really expect me to memorize this whole script?" He asked. "Just improv it. You think anyone watches for the dialogue?" He points to Travis, who nervously smiles and shakes his head. "Action!" A gang of four demons slam the door open and enter the room, preparing to initiate the sex scene as raunchy music plays. "Oh, no. So many burglars... And only one me! Whatever shall I do?" Angel quickly glances back at the script before hiding it and setting it aside. "I guess I'll have to do all of you!" One demon grabs and pins Angel to the bed. "Ohh! So what are you gonna do ta' me?"

Angel hears the door squeak open as Charlie and Y/N suddenly enter the studio. His eyes widen in a panic. "Charlie? Y/N?" He asked. "Uh, my name's Rocky." Rocky said. Angel Dust pushes Rocky off of him and the bed, sitting up. "No one gives a shit." "Oh, so this is where the magic happens." Charlie said. "Yup." Y/N said. As Charlie looks around she nearly bump into a female Hellhound actor who just got done taking her bra off. Charlie blushes and they shuffle back quickly and awkwardly from how close they accidentally were to her. "Oh, wow, that is—" Charlie gasps and her blush disappears as she sees another male actor get slathered in mud. "That is a lot. Angel then appears, putting on a robe and gently takes Charlie and Y/N by their hands diverting their attention while he still sounds panicked. "What in the ever-loving fuck are you two doing here?! You especially shouldn't be here, Y/N!" Angel shouted. "Whoa, don't blame me. Princess wanted me to come."

"I am the Princess of Hell, Angel. And I go where we please." Charlie said. "We're here to get you some time off for the hotel. Now, where's your boss?" Charlie asked. Just as Charlie and Y/N look around and are about to walk away, Angel tries to gently but firmly grab them by the hands and pull them away, frightened. "Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. You two are going nowhere near Val—" "Angel! What is the fucking hold up?" Valentino asked. "I'm coming." Angel said. "Not off-camera, you're not." Angel gently pushes Charlie and Y/N back toward the door and opens it as they stand there. "Ah, uh, no, thank you." Charlie said. Angel looks away, disgusted. "Mm! Lovely specimen!

"You don't want a role, do you? Because I can make you a star, make us both richer than, well, your papito—" Y/N backs away, shocked and disgusted. "Fuck noooo!" She shouted. "Uh, I-I'm sorry. We have come to aggressively, kindly speak with you about Angel." Valentino stiffens slightly when she mentions that, eyes narrowed and an eyebrow raised in suspicion. Angel waves his hands and gestures for her to stop from behind him. "Later, of course. I wouldn't want to stand in the way of your work." Charlie said. Valentino snaps his head to the side, peering over his shoulder and scowls at Angel as he grows more worried. "Well then, you and your friend make yourselves comfortable, your Majesty, and enjoy the show." He motions the film crew back to the shoot as he walks back to his chair and sits beside Travis. "Well, let's take this shit from the top!" He said. Travis laughs. "Action!"

"Oh, wow, mister robbers. I sure hope you don't hurt me with those... Big guns of yours." Angel said. "Don't move, you spicy little, uuh, cock sleeve or else I'll..." Charlie is whispering to the cameraman about the hotel as Y/N stands beside her. "We do trust exercises every day in the morning..." Charlie whispers. "Cut! What the fuck is going on with this?" Valentino shouts. "Ooh! I'm sorry. Was I too loud? I was just telling him about the Hazbin Hotel." Charlie said. Valentino fakes a smile. "Not at all, Princess!" He glares and gnashes at Angel as he shrinks forward, uneasy. "It doesn't bother me one bit." "You know, this scene feels awfully violent. If you want help with the script, maybe I can pitch some scenarios that are more whole-- woah!""

Charlie screams and trips over a cable and the electricity crackles. "Okay. Okay. Ah, ah okay." Charlie tries reaching to fix it but the cables and wires catch fire and begin to spread as Charlie backs away from it. Angel, Y/N and the four male actors are watching, eyes wide. "That's on fire. That-that, that's on fire." The crew and actors scream and flee while Angel remains on the bed, eyes wide, backing up against the pillows. "Oh shit..." Everyone runs away screaming as the room burns down. Charlie tries to put out the fire, to no avail. Valentino glares at Angel Dust menacingly, believing he's the cause of this mess. "Oh, god. Okay uh do you have any—" Charlie grabs the corner of furry carpet in an attempt to put out the flames.

Valentino watches everything play out, eyes wide before he grits his teeth, standing up from his chair in annoyance. "Can we get a fire extinguisher?" Charlie takes off her suit jacket and begins swaying it up and down, trying to put out the fire, but still to no avail, as the screams and running continue. "I am so sorry. I ruined your movie. I ruined your movie." Angel watches everything as he sits on the bed, backed against the pillows, blinking with a mortified expression. His pupils shrink when he sees Valentino's dark figure standing still in the midst of the fire, glaring at him. "Oh, my God. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm s-s-s-s-s-sorry! Noooooo!" Valentino growls and flaps his wings once, extinguishing the fire in an instant. Angel gets off of the bed quickly, reaching underneath, grabbing and putting on his robe. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck..." Angel said.

"Oh, my gosh, I am so, so, so, so sorry. I-- I can clean this up. I-- I can-" Valentino walks up to Charlie and bends in front of her to her eye level. "Don't you worry your pretty head about it. We have people for that." He turns to Angel. "Angel... can I see you in your dressing room for a moment?" Angel runs off to Val, leaving a concerned Charlie and Y/N, and Charlie reaches to stop him. Angel enters the dressing room, worried and scared, as a fuming Valentino appears from behind the door, slamming it shut. He approaches Angel menacingly as he turns around with his hands raised up in defense. "Val, I didn't know that—" Before Angel can continue, Valentino grunts in annoyance as he smacks the back of his hand hard across the side of Angel's face, giving his right eye a black eye. He stumbles back in pain, holding the side of his face with his hand as he tries to speak again.

"Val, I—" Angel grunts as Valentino grabs the collar part of his robe and holds him up close to his face, extremely pissed off. "You really think you can have Lucifer's little bitch" He throws Angel back, sending him colliding back against a chair that he anxiously shuffles around. He is visibly scared, gasping and panting out of breath. "Fight your battles for you?" Valentino growls as he walks closer to Angel, who is still trying to explain. "Val, please, I'm sorry... she's-" "You bring her and Y/N here to protect you?" He reaches his left arm out to Angel with his hand open to touch or possibly grab his chest fluff as Angel backs himself away in the corner of the room in fear, instinctively grabbing his robe to try and cover his chest. "To fuck with me?" Red cigar smoke circles around the back Angel's wrists like cuffs, binding them together.

Valentino grabs Angel by the neck and forcefully drags him back before slamming and pinning him down to the couch, causing Angel to yell in pain. "Ow! Val, stop!" "You think they can get you out of work?" Valentino asked. "No! No, that-- that-- that's not—" Valentino uses his free hand and runs and touches Angel's chest fluff. Angel's voice wavers. " --what I'm trying to do. I-- No—" Valentino growls and violently throws Angel to the ground, causing him to slide to a stop, gasping and grunting heavily. "You know they can't do anything." Valentino manipulates his smoke into a ball before forming it into a chain wrapped around Angel's neck, lifting his head and body up to read his golden contract that's binding him to Valentino signed with his real name, "Anthony" "I own you. Or have you forgotten that?" Valentino asked. Angel is sniffing and whimpering. "No..."

Valentino vanishes the contract but still holds onto his smoke chain tightly. "When I say "come", you say?" "Yes, Valentino." Angel said. Valentino leans closer to Angel, putting a hand on his shoulder. "When I say "You are fucking twenty guys before lunch," you say?" He asked. Angel's voice deepens and breaks. "Yes, Valentino." When I say "You better get those fucking" Shouting, grabbing the collar of Angel's robe and holding him up to eye level. Angel has a look of pure terror on his face. "CUNTS out of my studio." He caresses the back of his hand against the of Angel's face. "You say?" "Uh, I..." Valentino digs his nails/claws into Angel's face, leaning in closer. His voice becomes much more aggressive. "YOU say?" Angel Dust holds his hands up.

"Look, V-Val, they just get involved in everything. I-I'll tell them to leave. Just don't hurt them." Angel grabs Valentino's wrists. Valentino grabs the collar of Angel's robe again and lifts him up off of the ground. Angel gasps and grunts. "I have killed bitches for less than this attitude you're giving me. You're lucky you make me money. Now, you're going to go get rid of them" he throws Angel to the ground, who catches himself from the fall. Valentino points at him angrily. "And then you are filming all night. Get me?" "Yes, Val." Angel said. Valentino smiles. "Good." Angel reaches his arm from behind him and manages to grab the door handle, opening it a little. Valentino suddenly grabs Angel by the robe, violently dragging him out of the dressing room as he gasps. The door slams and the mirror inside falls over, smashing and shattering.

"All right!" Valentino throws Angel forward against the bed, and he manages to catch himself, rather weakly, in front of Charlie and Y/N. Charlie's jaw drops and her eyes widen at what she just witnessed. Y/N turns her hands into fists, she didn't like what she saw either. Charlie turned her head to stare at Valentino, an expression of disbelief and anger on her face. "Get your asses back on set, and we are taking this from the top!" Charlie who is now furious, grows her horns as her eyes glow red and hair floats. "What makes you think you can treat him like that?!" Valentino simply stands there, smug, with his arms crossed. "YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Y/N shouted, as Charlie and Y/N approach, Angel stands in between them. "Charlie, Y/N, just stop!" They halt. "Angel, we just-" "Charlie, Y/N, leave!" Angel shouted. "But—" Charlie said.

"We just wanted to help you." Charlie said. "Well, you ain't! You actually want to help me? Get the fuck out of here! Right now, both of you! And let me finish my work. You knew better than to get into this, Y/N! Why do you always ruin everything?!" Angel said. "We didn't..." Charlie sobs. "Mean to! We... we're... we're so sorry." Charlie sobs and leaves the studio in tears, and Y/N runs after her, slamming the door behind. Angel looks disappointed in himself. Valentino laughs and chuckles lowly in satisfaction, approaching Angel from behind, putting his hands on his shoulders and leaning over his back. "Good boy." Angel resumes his film with makeup applied to his face to cover his black eye. "And... action." Angel Dust starts to film porno after porno, intertwined with him performing a pop-music dance sequence.

Angel Dust: I'm not above a love to cash in

Another lover underneath those flashin' lights

Another one of those ruthless nights

A bunch of actors appear to perform a gang bang. Angel winces as he gets choked by his co-stars.

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Angel pole-dances at the club in ADDICT.]

I shoulda' guessed that this would happen

I shoulda' known it when I looked in your red-hot eyes

Angel on his knees prepared to give a blowjob to a fellow demon, while glancing at Valentino smiling.

Spewin' all your red-hot lies

Yeah, yeah, yeah

What's the worst part of this hell?

I can only blame myself

Angel is dancing with Valentino bound by smoke-chains.

'Cause I know you're poison

You're feedin' me poison

Addicted to this feelin', I can't help but swallow

Up your poison

I made my choice, and

Every night I'm livin' like there's no tomorrow

Shots alternate between Angel having sex with Valentino and him snorting drugs, lying in a bed of cash with two other demons.

Oh-oh, oh-oh!

Any way you want me, baby

That's the way you got me, I'll be yours

Valentino's nightmarish silhouette appears in front of Angel in bed.

My story's gonna end with me dead from your poison

[Cuts to a different porn scene as Angel gets fitted in BDSM gear.]

I got so good at bein' untrue

I got so good at tellin' you what you wanna hear

[Valentino takes Angel's cigarette and blows the smoke into his face. Angel shakes his head to get rid of the smoke, but all he sees is Valentino walking away before a black blindfold is put over his eyes.]

I disassociate, disappear

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Having been fully fitted in BDSM gear, Angel gets manhandled by his co-stars and has his head forced into an actor's crotch for another blowjob.

So far beyond difficult to resist another gulp

[Cuts to Angel dancing a pop-MV choreography, with the BDSM scenes displayed on the LED screens.]

Yeah, I know it's poison

You're feedin' me poison

I'm chokin' from the taste and I can't help but swallow

Up your poison

I made my choice, and

Angel is choked, and his blindfold comes undone, revealing his fear and pain, while Val sticks out his tongue in arousal. The pop choreography continues with shots of the BDSM scene. Angel is shown struggling and pounding the ground as if trying to resist.

Every night I'm wasted like there's no tomorrow

[Angel is shown screaming and crying out in pain.]

Oh-oh, oh-oh!

Any way you want me, baby

That's the way you got me, I'll be yours

My story's gonna end with me dead from your poison

Valentino smiles lecherously as he grabs and drags Angel away from the stage. Angel appears scared.

Angel snaps back to reality, exhausted and traumatized. He locks the door and stumbles backward and walks out to the balcony to catch a breath only to see Vox and Valentino below, smiling and shaking hands possibly striking a deal or an agreement to something as Vox side-glances up at the balcony seeing Angel Dust, his smile falters a bit. Valentino turns his head to also see Angel. They both smile as Vox's figure disappears into electricity and leaves while Valentino turns his back and walks away.

Poison, I'm drownin' in poison

I'm fillin' up my glass but it's always hollow

Full of poison, I'm sick of the poison

Wish I had something to live for tomorrow.

It ends with Angel collapsed and crying on the balcony of the porn studio.

Angel Dust returns to the Hotel while groaning. Charlie awkwardly waves at him and she ignored. Angel drops himself on a stool next to Husks' bar, sitting next to Y/N who refused to acknowledge he was there, as Husk cleans a glass cup, rolling his eyes slightly at the tension between the two demons. "Eugh, I need a drink. The hardest you can make." Angel said. "Hmm, you look like shit." Husk said. Angel Dust takes a deep breath and regains his cocky smile. "Pfft, not possible. Just a long shoot, nothin' new." Husk rolls his eyes as soon as he pours the liquor. Angel snatches the glass and gulps down the alcohol but leaving a small portion spilled. "Eugh, I said a strong one." Angel said. "Excuse me. Didn't realize this was a "drinking to forget" kind of night." Husk said. Y/N snickers, and Angel glares at her.

"Oh, I forgot. You're the wise old bartender who's seen it all. You and Y/N need to get the fuck over yourselves and just pour me a real drink." Angel uses the tip of his index finger and pours the full cup of alcohol. "Look, if you've got a problem, you're not going to find the solution at the bottom of a bottle. I should know, I've been looking there a long time." Husk cleans and wipes down the spilled alcohol. Angel takes a deep breath, smooths his hair back and slips into his porn star persona. "Oh sure, and where should I Iook? Hmm? In your bedroom, maybe?" Husk flinches and stiffens. "Under the covers?" Angel shakes his shoulders suggestively as Husk cringes back. "Maybe we can go look together." Husk unknowingly purrs as his eye twitches, and Y/N raises an eyebrow as Husk then holds up his hand, gesturing Angel to stop, already feeling annoyed. "Don't. Even start." "Angel, would you just cut the shit already? We're sick of it!" Y/N snapped. "Oh, c'mon, I bet I can make those wings flap!" Angel grabs one of Husk's wings, ignoring Y/N and spreading it out before he wraps it around himself.

Husk pushes Angel off of him back onto the stool as the bottle of alcohol slips from his grasp and smashes onto the floorboards, spilling. "Stop! Fucking Christ! She's right you know!" Angel scowls at him. "You can cut the act already." Husk places both hands on the countertop. "It's never going to work on me, or Y/N." He rolls his eyes. "So all you're doing is makin' an ass out of yourself with this fake bullshit." Angel is now agitated and filled with rage. Angel Dust shouts angrily as his pupils and freckles glow a dark neon magenta, taking the appearance of additional eyes. Angel gets up in Husk's face. "Call me fake one more time, motherfucker! I dare you."

Husk leans close to Angel and uses his index finger to poke his chest fluff. "Fake." He smiles smugly. "Fake." Y/N said as well. "Fuckin' assholes—!" Angel bumps into the bar ceiling, holding his head with his hands as he falls back off of the stool and lands on the floor. "Arrgh! God!" Husk leans over the bar counter to stare down at him. "Ya done?" He asked. Angel Dust growls angrily. "Ya know what? You would be fucking lucky to get a chance to fuck me!" He throws the half broken bottle of alcohol at Husk but misses as Husk stares unamused and unimpressed. "Ya know how much I'm worth? You know how many people would kill to have Angel Dust come onto them?" "Zero?" Y/N snarked, and Husk snickers. "Fuck you two. Have fun being lonely pieces of shit!" Angel storms out of the hotel, pushing past Vaggie. "Woah-- The hell? Angel, where are you going?" She asked.

"Out!" Angel slams the door. "Husk, Y/N, what did you do?" Vaggie asked, and Husk shrugs. "Made him a drink." He said. "I didn't do anything." Y/N said. "Oh, no. He looks really upset." Charlie said. Husk waves it off, dismissively "It's just Angel. He'll be fine." He said. "I'm not so sure. I messed up at the studio today and he got... Ugh, it was... It wasn't good, okay?" Charlie asked. Vaggie tucks Charlie's hair behind her ear and gives her a reassuring smile, then turns to Husk and Y/N. "Gee, sounds like some people should go after him..." Husk just stares and blinks blankly, but Y/N takes the hint. "You can't be fucking serious." She said. "Why don't you go if you're so worried?" Husk asked.

"Because I'm not the ones who sent him storming out. You caused it. You drag him back." Vaggie said. Y/N laughs dryly. "Drag him back? You really think that's gonna fucking work?" She asked. "Don't force him back. Just make sure he's safe. I pushed too hard earlier and... I only made things worse." Charlie said. "Look, he'll come back when he's ready. I just don't want anything to happen to him until then." Charlie said. Vaggie shoots a pointed look at Husk and Y/N, who give each other a deadpan look of annoyance, Husk grumbles and Y/N groans. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go write one hundred apology letters and a lesson planned for tomorrow about... boundaries." Charlie said.

Husk rolls his eyes and slumps forward while whining like a cat, and Y/N sighs. Angel enters a bar, and Husk and Y/N follow behind with sirens blaring in the background. Angel sits at the bar with a gang of shark demons, snorting drugs. "Oh, yeah." As the duo enter the bar someone bumps into Husk which makes him growl and glare in their direction briefly until he hears Angel and the gang of sharks laughing. Angel laughs. "I'm so fucked up!" Husk sits at the bar counter, placing money down, and orders a drink. "Gimmee a whiskey..." the bartender places a glass down and pours some before Husk grabs the bottle. "I meant the whole bottle, jackass." Y/N snickers a little, and the bartender stares at him silently before letting him have the bottle and takes away the glass instead as Husk drinks down the bottle.

"Haha, ya, ya, so I said "You couldn't afford me in a million afterlives." I got better options, right boys?" Angel asked. "You got that right!" The gangsters laugh as Husk watches and snarls. "Hey, baby, be a doll and bring me another one? Daddy's outta juice!" The demon is seen taking his and Angel's empty glasses by the bar counter as he sits down on a stool next to Husk who glares at him in suspicion as the bartender pours the liquor in the two glasses. The shark demon reaches into his suit and takes out some love potion/drug (which resembles the love potion seen in the background of "Radio Killed the Video Star") and pours it into Angel's drink making the color pink. Husk's and Y/N's eyes widen as they watch and the demons get up from their stools to return to Angel. Husk huffs and sets his bottle of whiskey aside. "Son of a—"

"Here you go, darling. Just for you—" Just as Angel is about to reach for the drink, Y/N appears from behind the demon and grabs him by the back of his suit, lifting him off of the ground as the drinks spill. "Woah!" The demon shouted. "Nice try, fuckhead." Angel watches in surprise as Y/N throws the demon across the room, causing him to scream and land headfirst into a jukebox as up temp music plays and another demon dodges. The rest of the gangsters take out their guns. "Let's go." Y/N grabs Angel's arm and pulls him behind him while he throws a stack of cards at the demons which cuts the barrels off their guns and cuts a net loose from the ceiling, immobilizing them.

"What the? Hey! H-h-hey, hey!" Husk drags Angel out of the bar. "Y/N! What the actual fuck are you doing here? Let go of me." Angel said. "No. We're takin' you back to the hotel." She said. "Get off!" Angel shouted. "That fucker put somethin' in your drink." Husk said. "You don't think I can tell if someone spikes my drink? I do this all the fuckin' time!" Angel shouted. "You just let people drug you all the time? Are you fucking nuts?" Y/N asked. "You think I ask for it? I don't ask for any of this shit! I didn't ask to be this way. I didn't ask for you or Charlie to save me. I can handle myself." Angel said. "You call letting other demons poison you taking care of yourself?" Y/N asked in disbelief.

"It seems like... I don't know... you might need a bartender to talk to." Husk said. Angel chuckles, incredulous. "Oh, so now you're both going to act like you give a shit about me? You think after how you treated me, I'm gonna open up to either of you? Please." He walks off. "Maybe we'd treat you better if you were real, and not some bullshit version of yourself, always pushin' our boundaries! Lemme tell ya, nobody in that hotel cares who you are. How famous, how hot, so you might as well just... cut the act." Angel stops walking, eyes widening before tears form in the corner of his eyes. He drops the Angel Dust persona completely. "It's not an act!" Husk and Y/N both flinch back a bit and stare at Angel in shock. "It's who I need to be." Angel crosses his arms to his chest. "And this..." he gestures to the redlight street. "This is my escape. Where I can forget about it all! How much I hate... everything. A place where I can get high, and not have to think about how much it hurts. And maybe... If I can ruin myself enough in the process... if I end up broken, I won't be his favorite toy anymore..." Husk stands there listening and blinking as he frowns at what Anthony says.

Holding his hands as his eyebrows furrowed and his ears and tail falter. "...and maybe he'll let me go..." Angel sits down on the sidewalk, curling up into a small ball with his legs close to his chest with his arms wrapped around them and his head buried into his knees. Husk and Y/N stare at Angel with sympathy and pity, glancing at each other for a moment, then walk over and sit down the pavement near him and sighs. "I was an Overlord once, you know." Angel Dust and Y/N look to Husk, who sighs, giving an assuring smile. "Wait, seriously?" Y/N asked in slight surprise. "Yeah, and uh... It was nice to have that power. But when you're dealing in souls, while also being a gambler, the stakes are pretty high. And losing a few hands can be more than a little dangerous. So when you're down on your luck, you turn to anything to...Keep you afloat. Even making deals with yourself. So I know what it's like to... Regret the choices made... And knowin' ya can't take it back. The trio sit in silence for a moment. Then Husk begins to sing.

Husk: So things look bad, and your back's against the wall

Your whole existence seems fuckin' hopeless

You're feelin' filthy as a dive bar bathroom stall

Can't face the world sober and dopeless

You've lost your way, you think your life is wrecked

Well, let me just say you're correct

Angel Dust: Wait, what?

Husk: You're a loser, baby

A loser, goddamn baby

You're a fucked up little whiny bitch

Angel Dust: Hey!

Y/N: Husk, now is not the time-

Husk: You're a loser, just like me

Angel Dust: Thanks, asshole.

Husk: You're a screw's-loose-boozer

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You're a power-bottom at rock bottom

But you got company

Angel Dust: This supposed to make me feel better?

Husk: There was a time I thought no one could relate

To the gruesome ways in which I'm damaged

But lettin' walls down, it can sometimes set you straight!

We're all livin' in the same shit-sandwich

Angel Dust: I sold my soul to a psychopathic freak

Husk: Haha! And you think that makes you unique?

Get outta here, man!

We're both losers, baby

We're losers, it's okay to be a--

Angel Dust: Coked up, dick-suckin' hoe?

Husk: Baby, that's fine by me

Angel Dust: I'm a loser, honey,

A schmoozer and a dummy!

But at least I know I'm not alone

Husk: You're a loser

Both: Just like me!

Husk: I got an appetite for gamblin'

Angel Dust: I got an appetite for samplin' every drug and sex toy I can find!

Husk: Go ahead baby, sing that song, come on!

Angel Dust: I got no holes left to deflower

Husk: I sold my soul to save my power

Now I'm on that demon's leash

Both: I'm trapped and it gets worse with every hour

Angel Dust: You're a loser, baby

Husk: A loser, but just maybe if we

Both: Eat shit together, things will end up differently!

Angel begins humming while Husk sings.

Husk: It's time to lose your self-loathin'

Excuse yourself, let hope in, baby

Play your card, be who you are

Both: A loser, just like—

The shark demons interrupt and furiously fire at Y/N, Angel and Husk.

Demon: There he is! They're fucking singing?! Get 'em!

Husk: Oh shit! Stay down. I'll deal with this.

Demon: Hehe, you're fucking dead -

Husk and Y/N kill each goon with relative ease, Husk using his cards, and Y/N using a gun, but had trouble with one goon jumping on her back, until Angel also pulls out one of his firearms and obliterates the demon.

Angel Dust: Eat lead, sucka!! *lends a hand to Husk* I told ya. I can handle myself baby.

Angel pulls out 5 extra guns and begins fighting the rest of the demons with Husk tuntil all the shark demons are reduced to blood and guts.

Shark demon: This did not go as planned -[dies]

Y/N, Angel and Husk are banged up and covered in the goons' blood.

Husk: Well, that was something I didn't expect to see.

Angel Dust: Like I said, you don't know me. Sex ain't the only thing I'm good at.

Husk: Good to know, cause this guy ain't that bad.

The trio walk out of the street. Y/N, Angel and Husk return to the hotel laughing together. "He had like 3 bills, and it took him 30 minutes to count them. His eyes are so shit!" Angel said. "Hehe, and this is the guy you gotta take orders from?" Husk said. "What a fucking joke!" Y/N said. "I know!" Angel said. Charlie rushes to Angel in relief and hugs him tightly. "I'm so sorry, Angel. I promise I won't ever, ever, ever, ever-" Charlie said. "Charlie, it's fine. I get it." Angel said. "Thanks... for caring about me." Charlie weeps tears of joy. Angel picks her up and gives her to Vaggie. "Ehh, I think this is yours." He said, and Y/N snickers a little. "Okay missy, let's get you to bed." "He-he-he said he - for-forgave me! It's so beautiful, Vaggie..." she said. "Hey, how about that drink?" Husk asked. "You read my mind." "Mine too."