It was early in the morning, and most of the Hazbins were singing together while Y/n watched, enjoying the show. Alastor was using his mic staff, Charlie was using a brush, Husk was using a beer bottle, Niffty was using a feather duster, and Angel was using a... you-know-what.

Alastor and Charlie: "🎶Hear your heeeeaart beat to the beat of the drums!🎶"

Y/n: "Bum. Bum."

Husk, Niffty, Angel Dust: "🎶Oh, what a shame that you came here with someooone🎶
🎶So while you're here in my arms🎶"

All: "🎶Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die yo--🎶"

The door is suddenly kicked open, smashing Angel Dust between it and the wall. Vaggie glares at everyone angrily.

Vaggie: "IT'S THREE IN THE GODDAMN MORNING!"
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At the Porn Studios, Vox was offering Angel Dust money for some of his "services".

Vox: "Two hundred souls says you can show me a good time, Angel-Baby~"

Angel Dust: "Heh. It's gonna cost ya more than that, sugar~"

Valentino: "Vox, knock it off, you fuckin' sleeze! He's off the clock!"

The button on Angel's top suddenly breaks and shoots off, hitting Vox in his face and cracking his screen. He falls to the floor in pain as Angel smiles nervously while his boss laughs hysterically.
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Charlie and Alastor were in the hotel lobby.

Charlie: "Al, if you're a cannibal, does that mean you've tasted forbidden flesh and are now cursed to consume human meat for all eternity??"

Alastor: "What? No. First of all, that's vampires. Secondly, if you don't share those Doritos--"

Heavy thumping is heard before Y/n comes in by kicking open a door. Alastor and Charlie look at him in shock.

Y/n: "AcTuAlLy, It'S a WeNdIgO!!"
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Vaggie is seen sitting at the bar and yawns tiredly. Husk looks at her.

Husk: "Insomnia, amiright?"

Vaggie: "What?"

"Hey, gamers."

Vaggie and Husk both turn to see Y/n standing on the bar counter.

Husk: "Y/n, get off the fucking bar."

Y/n ignored the Avian Cat Demon.

Y/n: "Were you talking about Fortnite? No, I'm not even gonna pretend you were talking about Fortnite. I just really love bringing up my favorite game whenever I can."

Vaggie: "What?"

Y/n: "I, too, have insomnia, but unlike you mine is not caused by depression."

Vaggie: "Hey, that's not--"

Husk: "Yes, I am depressed."

Vaggie just gives Husk a "WTF?" look.

Y/n: "Mine is because I play so much Fortnite. I stay up late and go to Tilted Towers."

Vaggie and Husk now give Y/n a "WTF?" look together. Y/n stares back at them in silence.

Y/n: "... I actually don't play Fortnite, I just don't know any other places."

Angel Dust: *in the background* "Goddammit, Y/n!"
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Now it was most of the Hazbins at the bar. Alastor stood behind it wjtn a serving spoon and an apron that reads "DON'T KISS THE COOK". Charlie, Vaggie, and Angel sat on the other side with plates of food in front of them.

Charlie: "Al, did you make this yourself? It smells delicious!"

Alastor: "Yes. It's an old family recipe."

Angel Dust: "Uh... As much as I'd love to stuff my face with... this, don't we need--?"

Charlie gasps in realization.

Charlie: "Oh, crap! That's right! We don't have any silverware yet!"

Alastor: "Not to worry!"

Alastor lifted his hands to his head and gripped his antlers, which he snaps off easily. He then places them on the bar counter to be used as silverware.

Alastor: "I'm afraid, for the time being, the girls are going to have to share."

All three look at the antlers and back up at Alastor multiple times in confusion, a million questions flying through their heads.
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Vox is seen back up on his feet, his screen still cracked as he held up the middle finger.

Vox: "Once I get a screen protector I can breathe through, it's over for you, fuckers!"
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Alastor sits at the bar with a drink in his hand as Angel Dust stood next to him.

Angel Dust: "Okay, hot-stuff. Let's try this again..."

Alastor groans as Angel pushes up his chest floof.

Angel Dust: "Ain't now man alive, or dead, that can resist my big ol' pair a'--"

Alastor brings his drink up to Angel's chest and spills it on him, flattening his chest. Angel gasps in shock.

Alastor: "Husker! Do top me off! It seems my drink has gone to waste!"

Husk: "Nah. I'm cuttin' you off."
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Charlie was going through a stack of papers before she spots Vaggie walking by.

Charlie: "Oh, hey! You're back! Did you clean out the fridge?"

Vaggie: "Ugh, yeah... I figured out what that weird smell was... In the back of one of the drawers, there was this container full of dead birds stuffed with anchovies and sour cream, and-and chocolate sauce. And the whole thing was doused in tequila! It smelled like rotting death and gasoline! I don't know who at the hotel would concoct something so heinous, but bet is on either Y/n or Alastor."

Charlie: "Hmmm."

Vaggie: "They're just weird enough to do something like that."

The door is suddenly kicked open, revealing an enraged Angel. He holds up an empty plastic container.

Angel Dust: "HEY! WHO THE FUCK DUMPED MY LUNCH?!"
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Niffty is seen going from room-to-room, cleaning them each with precision and swiftness. However, once she enters Y/n's room, she gasps in shock and horror at what she saw. Y/n looks up at her from his desk and looks around himself to see how messy and ruined his room was. He turned back to Niffty, saying the first thing that popped to his mind.

Y/n: "Welcome to my room. As you can see, I've knocked over many chairs because I get so tilted at the towers."

Niffty: "Y/n... this isn't tilted... or a tower..."

Y/n stands from his desk.

Y/n: "Well, you see, it's a gamer pad. Not many girls come in here 'cause I get friendzoned so frequently. But that's okay."

Niffty: "I'd like to be in the friendzone. I'd like friends! Especially men."

Y/n: "It's not as pleasant as you'd think. They don't treat you like a friend. They treat you like an item. Sometimes I wish I could be more than just an accessory to these people, but unfortunately, as a gamer, I don't get respect."

Niffty: "Well, I'm not a gamer, so maybe they'll respect me!"

Y/n: "That just makes you a beta cuck. That's the difference between you and I, Niffty. I'm an-I'm an alpha gamer."

Now Niffty just looked at Y/n who looked at her as well. He turned back to his desk which had his computer lying on it.

Y/n: "Anyway, where we-where we droppin', boys?"