𝓢𝓪𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓛𝓪𝓶𝓫 (Yandere Hazbin hotel x Reader)

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 27 - 𝓞𝓵𝓭 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼

I know that you all know about the Hazbin leaks.

I want to make it very clear that I will not look at the leaks. Some of the stuff revealed is probably different from what I'm writing, and I'm fine with that. I'll rewrite some chapters later if I need to, but I don't want to support the hackers.

If I see someone comment a spoiler, I will delete it.

I'm sorry if some comments get caught in the crossfire, and I accidentally delete them. I just want to make sure that no more people see the spoilers.

Anyways, back to regular schedule craziness.

The red light of the pentagram shined down as you walked side by side with Alastor down the bustling streets of hell. You never would have thought your free days would be spent hanging out with Overlords when you first came here, but you're not complaining (mostly).

As usual, you left Carmilla's house, shoveling your bag and sweaty clothing into your void. After taking five steps outside her house, Alastor appeared and grabbed your arm. Even after two years of knowing him, he still made the hair on the back of your neck stand straight and caused your pulse to quicken. 

Yet you still hung out with the man. Part of it was you were scared of telling him no. But also that if was with you, he wasn't broadcasting screams across the city. Usually, you can't hear them tucked inside the palace walls. But the one time you did, you wish you hadn't.

As per usual, he pulled you around like a puppet to his hearts content. Today, the two of you were standing in front of a tall brick building with a sign declaring the place a jazz club. While the exterior was a bare red brick with holes through the wall, inside was a luxury club with glamorous decor and a large dance floor. Now, if only there were more than five demons there.

But that didn't stop the two of you from taking up two bar stools. A tall demon wearing a clean-cut suit walked over as they tried their hardest not to make eye contact with Alastor. The bartender took your orders and quickly tried to scutter away. But another demon came up the bar.

She jammed herself between Alastor's and your chairs, shouting out her order of "one old fashioned. No cherry." You tried not to sneeze as her feather headband got shoved in her face when the woman turned to Alastor.

Alastor smile grew as he pulled the woman into a hug. "Mimzy!" He chirped. The hug was long for a man who hate when anyone touched him.

"Alastor! It's been too long! What brings you to this part of town?" She laughed.

"I was just showing my friend here the best spots around to get a drink." He pointed to you, and the women followed his finger. She wore a flapper's outfit with a sparkling necklace illuminating her throat. Her blonde hair shaped the grayish skin of her face, which was painted with makeup. "Mimzy, this sweetheart is (Y/n). (Y/n) this darling is Mimzy. She and I go back to the living world."

Her sharp teeth were pulled into a smile very similar to Alastors. "Well, who would have thought Alastor would make another friend? Nice to meet you." She wrapped her arm around the back of your neck, pulling you down and almost pushing you off your chair. "Now, what's a thing like you doing with smiles over there?"

"We met a while back." Your thoughts tumbled, trying to find the right words to describe your relationship with the deer without upsetting him. She nodded, not understanding the full story but understanding that anything to do with Alastor was complicated.