After the turf war, Jesse and Crystal were picked up by Charlie and Vaggie in the family limo. Charlie was leaning on the side while Vaggie glared at the other three with an eye twitch. Angel was amusing himself with the window, Crystal was healing herself, and Jesse was tuning his guitar.

Crystal: *hissing in pain* Ow! Ugh, this is definitely gonna leave a scar. How are you doing, Jesse. Any major injuries?

Jesse: Other then a few bruises, no. I'll be okay.

Crystal: Thank Satan.

Vaggie: Ahem!

The two face Vaggie who still looked cross.

Vaggie: What the FUCK, were you two thinking!?

Jesse: Hey, ease off, Sheila. We were just trying to help.

Crystal: Yeah! We were just making sure Angel wasn't hurt.

Crystal finished healing her wound and there was now a white scar where she was shot.

Jesse: Feeling better, sister?

Crystal: Yeah, at worst, it just stings now. Thanks for the help, bro.

The two hug each other with a smile. Jesse let's go and looks to Vaggie.

Jesse: Besides, it's not like anyone was watching.

Charlie: Uh actually, about that. It was all over the news.

Jesse: Oh, well bugger. At least I gave the people a show they won't forget.

Crystal: Wait, they saw everything? Even the part where I was shot!? Shit, that's not gonna bode well for my public image! I'm supposed to be a bodyguard! And I was shot by an egg! UGH, this is humiliating!

Crystal curls up in her seat while Jesse pats her back.

Jesse: Hey, relax mate. No one even knows who we were before that fight, at least not yet. Maybe it won't be as bad as we think, especially for the hotel. Nobody even knows we work and live there.

Crystal: Oh yeah, you're right. *smiles*

Vaggie: *sighs* I guess you're right. But as for you, Angel. WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING!?

Angel: *sighs* I owed my girl buddy a solid! Isn't that a "redeeming quality"? Helping friends with stuff?

Vaggie: Not with turf wars that result in territorial genocide!

Angel: Eh, you win some, you lose a few hundred. Ehahahahahah! It wasn't that bad, anyway.

Angel goes back to playing with the window before Vaggie tosses a knife into the switch.

Crystal: You might want to listen for your own good.

Jesse: You know what they say, Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Angel: Aw, come on! I had to! My credibility was on the line! I mean, what kind of reputation would I have if people found out I was tryna go clean? It just throws out my entire persona!

Angel grins and suggestively pushes up his chest fluff.

Vaggie: Your credibility? What about the hotel's?! *gestures at a defeated Charlie* Your little stunt made us look like a fucking joke!

Angel: *scoffs* No, no, no, babe. Jokes are funny! I made you look... uh, sad! And pathetic! Like an orphan... with no arms... or legs... Oh! With progeria! Great! Now I'm bummed thinkin' about it! *starts looking around the limousine* This thing have any liquor?

Jesse: Actually, save me a glass.

Vaggie: Can you please just try to take this seriously?!

Angel: Fine, I'll try. Just don't get your taco in a twist, baby!

Jesse: I'm sorry, the fuck did you just say to her?

Vaggie: Was that you trying to be sexist or racist?!

Angel: Whatever pisses you off more. Is there seriously no liquor in here?!

Crystal: I have some water if you'd like some.

Crystal smiles and holds out a canteen. Angel just shrugs and takes it before drinking out of it before handing it back.

Angel: It'll do, thanks toots.

Vaggie: I'm gonna kill him.

Angel: Too late, toots. Wait! Would that make me double dead? Hah, and where exactly do I go? To Double Hell? Hahahahahahahaha! Sorry, you're stuck with me, bitch. Get used to it.

Vaggie: Con una mierda, malparido hijo de-!

Angel: Listen, who cares if some jack-offs got hurt? Most of 'em are ugly freaks. Look around! You got a bunch a fuckin' Harlequin babies down here! *laughing*

Jesse/Crystal: Well fuck you too!

Jesse: Fuckin dodgy prick.

Vaggie: You're one to talk. *smiles smugly at Angel*

Angel: Hey! This body is flawless! Everyone wants summa me, *pushes up chest fluff and takes out a letter* and I've got the creepy fan letters to prove it!

Angel shows the letter which also has a picture of a creepy old guy hugging an angel body pillow with a message at the body that reads, "Show me your feet!! -Bryrin, #1 Fan/Critic".

Charlie: That was really uncool, y'know, Angel.

Vaggie: "Uncool"?! After that train-wreck, there is no way anyone is gonna wanna stay at the hotel! *looks toward Angel Dust* All thanks to *points at him* you and your selfish bullshit!

Angel: Does that mean I don't have a free room anymore?

Vaggie motions with her hands asking, "What do you think!?".

Angel: Ah...well, shucks.

Charlie: Hey, come on. We don't know if things are over yet! Try to relax, Vaggie. *puts a hand on Vaggie's left shoulder* I-it'll be okay!

Vaggie looks at her and smiles softly. Soon enough, they arrive home and head inside. Once inside, Crystal and Jesse are greeted by their pets. Lilac the quief and Scales the sun gazer lizard. Lilac immediately leaps into Crystals arms and cuddles her and Scales crawls up to Jesse's shoulder who cuddles against his neck.

Crystal: Hey girl, I hope you weren't too lonely without me.

Jesse: Hey there, little buddy. I hope Lilac didn't chase you too much.

Vaggie throws herself on the couch while Crystal goes to prepare dinner. Angel opens the fridge and grabs a popsicle.

Angel: Eh, it's probably a good idea to get some actual food in this place. Y'know, to feed all the wayward souls you got in here! Ahahaha! Ahaha...! eh... ah...

Angel noticed Charlie was depressed right now and had a look of sympathy towards her. He thinks of comforting her, but decided to back off for now and give her space. Charlie heads outside and decided to try calling her mother.

Charlie: *sighs* Hey, mom. I know I keep calling and you must be busy... Really busy... But, um, the interview didn't go well, *shrinks to her knees* and... I don't know if I'm ever going to make a difference *starts tearing up as she wipes it off her face*. I don't know what I'm doing. I could really use some advice, mom. I... I think dad was right about me... Ahah, oof. Eh, anyway... *wipes her face once more* I'll stop talking before this gets long. *stands up* Love you, bye...

Charlie heads back inside and leans against the door. Inside, a calming guitar tune was being played by Jesse, trying to calm the tension. Suddenly there's a knock at the door. Charlie looks at it with hesitance before deciding to open it. Though her eyes widen upon seeing the Radio Demon himself, Alastor standing tall and proud.

Alastor: Hel-

Charlie slams the door and processes who she saw before opening to double check.

Alastor: -lo!

She slams the door again and looks to the lobby in fright.

Charlie: Hey Vaggie?

Vaggie: Whaaaat?

Charlie: The Radio Demon is at the door!

Jesse's eyes widen and ends up scratching a chord while he stops playing.

Vaggie: *sits up* What?!

Jesse: Oh shit!

Crystal: *peaks out from the kitchen* He's here?!

Angel: Uh who?

Charlie: What should I do?!

Vaggie: Uh, well- Don't let him in!

Charlie thought about it for a bit on what to do. Against her better judgment, she opens the door.

Alastor: May I speak now?

Charlie: You may...

Alastor: Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, sweetheart! Quite a pleasure! *lets himself in* Excuse my sudden visit, but I saw your fiasco on a picture show, and I just couldn't resist! What a performance! Why, I haven't been that entertained since the stock market crash of 1929! Hahahahaha, sooo many orphans...

Vaggie then pops up while pointing a spear to his neck.

Vaggie: Stop right there, cabrón hijo de perra! I know your game and I'm not gonna let you hurt anyone here, you pompous cheesy talk show shitlord!

Alastor: Dear, if I wanted to hurt anyone here... I would've done so already...

Alastor shifts to show some of his demon form as the screen distorts as Charlie and Vaggie stare with worry. Alastor then drops it and reverts to his usual cheerful self.

Alastor: No! I'm here because I want to help!

Charlie: Say what, now?

Alastor: Help! Hahaha, hello? Is this thing on? *taps on his mic* Testing, testing!

Mic: Well, I heard you loud and clear!

Charlie: And you want to help? With...?

Alastor: *teleports behind the two with his shadow* This ridiculous thing you're trying to do! This hotel! I want to help you run it.

Charlie: Buuut... why?

Alastor: Hahaha, why does anyone do anything? Sheer, absolute boredom! I've lacked inspiration for decades. My work became mundane, lacking focus,*shoves Vaggie offscreen* aimless! I've come to crave a new form of entertainment! Hahaha!

Charlie: Does getting into a fistfight with a reporter count as entertainment...?

Alastor: Hahaha! It's the purest kind, my dear: Reality! True passion! After all, the world is a stage and the stage is a world of entertainment.

Charlie: So, does this mean you think it's possible to rehabilitate a demon?

Alastor: Hahahahaha! Of course not! That's wacky nonsense!*shakes head back and forth* Redemption, oh the non-existent humanity! No, no, no, no. I don't think there's anything left that could save such loathsome sinners! *looks over to Vaggie who is offended and Angel who just shrugs* The chance given was the life they lived before, the punishment is this! *puts his arms out, gesturing the entirety of Hell* There is no undoing what is done!

Charlie: So, then. Why do you wanna help me if you don't believe in my cause?

Alastor: Consider it an investment in ongoing entertainment for myself! I want to watch the scum of the world struggle to climb up the hill of betterment only to repeatedly trip and tumble down to the fiery pit of failure!

Charlie: Riiiight.

Alastor: Yes, indeedy! *grabs her by the waist and drags her offscreen* I see big things coming your way and who better to help you than I?

Alastor walks off with Charlie to discuss further as Angel turns to Vaggie, Jesse, and Crystal.

Angel: Uh, so... uh, what's the deal with Smiles over there?

Jesse: Seriously, mate?

Crystal: You've never heard of the Radio Demon before?

Vaggie: You've been here longer than me!

Angel:*shrugs cluelessly*

Vaggie: The Radio Demon. One of the most powerful beings Hell has ever seen?

Angel: Eh, not big on politics.

Jesse: Don't blame ya, mate. Not one for the ol big dogs either.

Crystal: Gonna want to sit down for this one.

Crystal grabs a bowl of popcorn and eats it while listening to Vaggie.

Jesse: Don't mind if I do. *grabs some popcorn*

Vaggie: Decades ago, Alastor manifested in Hell, seemingly overnight. He began to topple Overlords who have been dominant for centuries. That kind of raw power had never been harnessed by a mortal soul before. Then, he broadcast his carnage all throughout Hell just so everyone could witness his ability. Sinners started calling him "The Radio Demon" (as lazy as that is). Many have speculated what unimaginable force enabled him to rival our world's most ancient and destructive evils. But one thing's for sure: He's an unpredictable source of danger, a wicked spirit of mystery, and a violent monster of chaos, the likes of which we can't risk getting involved with unless we want to end up erased!

Angel: Ya done? *Laughs dryly* He looks like a strawberry pimp.

Jesse: *snickers* He kind of does, admittedly.

Crystal: But he seems so nice and gentleman like.

Crystal smiles towards Alastor while the other three look at her.

Vaggie: Well, I don't trust him!

Angel: To be fair, do you trust any man? Any men? Men?

Jesse: Um, I'm sitting right here you know?

Angel shrugs while Vaggie walks over to talk to Charlie. While that's happening, Alastor noticed Crystal and Jesse and approached them.

Alastor: Ah, look who it is! If it isn't the magical Devil Darling and Rocking Bachelor that were so kind to assist me! How have you two been?

Crystal: *smiling* Oh, hello again Alastor. Nice to see you again. And we're doing wonderful.

Jesse: *smiles* Good day, mate.

Crystal: So you're here to help with the hotel huh?

Alastor: Why of course! This is the perfect opportunity to witness the sheer unadulterated power of failure by the hands of those who wish to better themselves! Its almost adorable.

Jesse: . . . Anyway.

Crystal: Well I'm glad Jesse and I won't be the only employees here. There's only so much cooking and cleaning I can do by myself.

Alastor: Not to worry, my dear. By the way, I saw your performance on the picture show, and I must say, you two are utterly fantastic!!

Jesse: Oh, really?

Alastor: Why of course! The little devil darling using that magic with such skill and finesse, so many victims and carnage, HAHAHA!!!

Crystal: Um, thanks?

Alastor: And your bachelor friend showed so much showman ship! Singing, playing that guitar, and all the violence! You may have the makings of an overlord in you yet, young man!

Jesse: Oh, well thanks, mate.

Alastor: My dear, forgive me for asking, but what happened to your eye?

Alastor points to the scar on Crystals left eye and Jesse nods.

Jesse: Come to think of it, you never told me either.

Crystal: *looks down* It was when I was younger. It was extermination day... My mom and dad were taking me to get ice cream. It started out of nowhere.... I saw them die right in front of me... The Angel slashed my eye and I ran... I still remember that day.

Crystal starts to tear up a bit and Jesse quickly hugs her. She hugs back and cries in his shoulder. Alastor watched with his usual smile, but then spoke up.

Alastor: Ah my dear, smile! I'm sure your parents wouldn't want you to be like this. Besides, you're never fully dressed without one!

Crystal breaths a bit and starts to calm down. She then gives a small smile.

Crystal: You're right! Thank you, Al.

She hugs him and goes to the kitchen.

Crystal: I'll be in here making cookies!

Alastor: Such innocent, youth.

Jesse: She's too sweet for her own good sometimes, mate.

Alastor walks away and is approached by Charlie.

Charlie: Okay, so, Al. You're sketchy as fuck and you clearly see what I'm trying to do here as a joke. But, I don't. I think everyone deserves a chance to prove they can be better. So, I'm taking your offer to help. On the condition that there be no... tricks or voodoo strings attached.

Alastor: So, it's a deal, then?

Alastor holds his hand out with a green glow, causing the room to go dark for a bit as all focus is on them. Everything lights up again when Charlie quickly pushes his hand away.

Charlie: Nope! No shaking! No deals! I... hmm... As princess of Hell and heir to the throne, I, uh, hereby order that you help with this hotel. For as long as you desire.

Charlie looks over to the others as they shrug at her response.

Charlie: Sound fair?

Alastor: Hmm... Fair enough!

Charlie:*sighs in relief* Cool beans.

Jesse: Good save, sheila.

Alastor walks for a bit before grinning at Vaggie and tickles her chin.

Alastor: Smile, my dear! You know you're never fully dressed without one!

Alastor walks away while humming and Vaggie frowns at him.

Alastor: So where is your hotel staff? Besides the bachelor hellhound and devil darling, of course.

Charlie: Uh, well-

They look to Vaggie who scowls at Alastor.

Alastor: Ohohoho, you're going to need more than that. *walks towards Angel Dust* And what can you do, my effeminate fellow?

Angel: I can suck your dick!

Alastor smiles widely while trying to process what he heard.

Alastor: HAH! No.

Angel: *scoffs* Your loss.

Alastor: Well, this just won't do! I suppose I can cash in a few favors to liven things up.

Alastor twirls his hand and at the snap of his fingers, a new fireplace appears. Alastor walks over to it and picks up a little person covered in soot. The person opens their eye and looks at them. The person then poofs the soot off with a tiny smile and is raveled to be a cute looking lady.

Alastor: This little darling is Niffty!

Niffty: Hi, I'm Niffty! It's nice to meet you! It's been a while since I've made new friends! Why're you all women? *lifts Charlie with no effort* Are there any men here?!

She then noticed Jesse and grins widely. She drops Charlie and rushes over to Jesse and onto his shoulder. Scales hisses in response.

Niffty: Oooohh, are you a bad boy?

Jesse: Hehe, I mean you could say that, little sheila.

Niffty: I like you, never leave me!

Jesse: Woah, okay. Please don't squeeze too hard.

Niffty: I'm sorry, that's rude. Oooh, man! This place is filthy! It really needs a lady's touch! Which is weird because you're all ladies, no offense. Oh, my gosh! This is awful! *she speed cleans throughout the hotel* Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! *spots a cockroach and stabs it with a sewing pin* Nope!

Crystal walks in with a pan of cookies and Niffty grabs one before rushing off. Crystal stared with wide eyes.

Crystal: What was that?

Jesse: Our new maid.

Crystal: Oh, well good to have help then.

They notice a bar appear out of nowhere as well and see a cat demon who appeared to have been playing poker before showing up.

Cat Demon: Hah! Read 'em and weep, boys! Full Ho- *demonic illusions and voices distort the surroundings temporarily* -tel? What the fuck is this? *looks around and spots Alastor, eliciting an angry purr as he points at him* You!

Alastor: Ah, Husker, my good friend! Glad you could make it!

Husk: Don't you "Husker" me, you son of a bitch! I was about to win the whole damn pot!

Alastor: Good to see you too!

Husk: What the hell do you want with me this time...?

Alastor: My friend, I am doing some charity work so I took it upon myself to volunteer your services! I hope that's okay!

Husk: Are you shittin' me?!

Alastor: Hmm... No, I don't think so!

Husk: You thought it'd be some kind of big fucking riot just to pull me out of nowhere?! You think I'm some kind of fucking clown?!

Alastor: .....Maybe!

Husk: I ain't doing no fucking charity job.

Alastor: Well, I figured you would be the perfect face to man the front desk of this fine establishment! With your charming smile and welcoming energy, this job was made for you! Don't worry my friend, I can make this more welcoming! ...If you wish. *makes a bottle of "Cheap Booze" appear out of nowhere*

Husk: .....What? You think you can buy me with a wink and some cheap booze?! *grabs the booze and looks at it* ...Well, you can! *downs the booze*

Vaggie: Hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey! No! No bar, no alcohol! This is supposed to be a place that discourages sin! Not some kind of mouth...brothel...man cave!

Angel: SHUT UP! SHUT! UP! We are keeping this!

Jesse: I'm with chest fluff, I could go for some liquor right now.

Jesse see's a shot of liquor slide up to him and Husk gives a thumbs up. Jesse downs it with a smile.

Jesse: Good stuff.

Husk: Glad we agree.

Angel: *starts flirting with Husk* Hey~

Husk: Go fuck yourself.

Angel: Only if you watch me!

Charlie: Oh, my gosh! Welcome to the Happy Hotel! You are going to love it here!

Husk: I lost the ability to love years ago.

Crystal: Easy on the new guy, Charlie. *looks to Husk with a smile and holds out the pan.* Cookie?

Husk eyes the trey and grabs one.

Husk: Eh, why the fuck not?

Jesse: Don't mind if I do.

Jesse grabs one and Charlie grabs two with Angel grabbing one as well followed by Alastor as he speaks to Charlie.

Alastor: So, whaddaya think?

Charlie: This is amazing!

Vaggie: It's... okay.

Jesse: So far so good.

Crystal: I like these guys.

Alastor: Hahaha! This is going to be very entertaining!

https://youtu.be/gWH_xdRAxCg

(AN: Jesse is put in a pinstripe suit and fedora while Crystal wears this)

After the song, they all head outside to see Sir Pentious in his blimp.

Pentious: Hah! Well, well, well. Look who it is harboring the striped freak! We meet yet again, Alastor!

Jesse: Ah great, this annoying prick.

Crystal: Him again? I thought we blew him away.

Alastor:*to Pentious*  Do I know you?

Pentious: Oh, yes you do! And this time, I have the element of ... SURPRISE! Ahaha! I'm so evil!

Pentious pulls a lever which activates a massive laser, beginning to charge up. But Alastor simply snapped his fingers and opens a portal, summoning a giant tentacle monster which starts thrashing Pentious around and brings down the blimp with a big boom. Once it's over, everyone watches with a mortified look while Alastor grins menacingly.

Jesse: That was metal as fuck. *smiles*

Alastor: ...Well, I'm starved! Who wants some Jambalaya? My mother once showed me a wonderful recipe for Jambalaya. In fact, it nearly killed her! Hahaha! You could say the kick was right out of Hell! Ohoho, I'm on a roll! Yes, sir! This is the start of some real changes down here! The game is set! Now...

Everyone smiles and heads back in for dinner. While Alastor speaks, he snaps his fingers and changes the outside sign from "Happy Hotel" to "Hazbin Hotel".

Alastor: ...Stay tuned. Hahaha...!

Meanwhile somewhere in an underground room, a demon is watching the turf war on multiple TV screens. He looks over the footage of Jesse's performance before gaining a wicked grin. He stands up and the lights flip on, revealing him to be none other then, Vox, the master of television!

Vox: Hm, this kid has potential. Great showmanship, a powerful voice, good fighter, and judging by the viewers, he now has a fanbase. He's already making it big without even trying!

???: No kidding! Have you seen the social media feed?! He's all the rage in the city right now. Him and his little imp girlfriend! They're bloody legends!

The figure talking steps out of the shadows, revealing herself to be none other then the fashionista herself, Velvette!

Velvette: So, what are you thinking?

Vox: I think we not only got a new celebrity in town, but I think we might have found a new comer to join our little group. You, little hellhound. Are going places.

Vox laughs menacingly as all the TV's start turning off one by one with the last one being a shot of Jesse during his final high note. The TV shuts off as the screen cuts to black.