Things haven't been going too good at home, I might take a break for a couple of weeks.
Thank you for 980K viewers, I really never expected for this to get that big, but thank you all so much for this :) I wonder, would y'all say that this has gotten better over time or has it's quality stayed the same?
If things start to smooth over back here, I'll try to wrap up the whole diner thing in one chapter as a big special for 1 million viewers.
Omake: Truth Or Dare
It was a normal day in the Hazbin hotel, Angel Dust was on the couch, legs spread like he was at his normal job while watching TV, James cutting up fruits that Vaggie threw at him as a game, Nifty cooking in the kitchen and Amery standing ominously in the corner, looking as nonchalant as possible.
'I raised that girl with my bare hands and now she's aurafarming like her pops… They grow up so fast!'
Anyway, while everyone was doing their thing the front door suddenly burst open, knocking Angel Dust flat on his ass on the floor, James getting spiked in the face with a mango, Nifty slipping and dropping a pot of seafood, and Amery… Still in the corner looking nonchalant.
"Hey everybody!" Charlie squealed out, her face the pinnacle of naive joy, ignoring Vaggie's snickering at James' face full of mango "Today, we're gonna do another team building exercise with someone special…" She moves out of the doorway and presents it like a celebrity is coming through.
Soon, someone actually walks through the door, a man with pure white skin and red makeup on his cheeks. He had on a glamorous red and white suit along with a staff, an apple on the tip of it and an extravagant white hat with golden jewelry on the front. He was about 5'6 with a nervous grin on his face as he strode into the hotel.
"My dad, Lucifer Morningstar!" Charlie introduced a wide smile on her face as Lucifer looked around.
"Heya, short king~" Angel Dust purred out seductively, suddenly leaning over the couch with his tits (read: Chest fluff) being slightly freed from his suit. Meanwhile, Vaggie cycled through thinking she should either salute, bow or kowtow in front of the king of hell before she just simply nodded her head. "Hey my… Liege?"
"D-d-did someone get the ripeness of that mango that just flew into my fuckin' noggin?" James stuttered out as he shakily stood up on his two feet, catching his balance. "Oh, hi." He said before noticing a laid out Nifty on the floor with a crab near her face. "Shit, Nifty, are you okay?"
Yet he didn't notice the imperceptible tightening of Lucifer's grip on his cane. "So, Charlie, these are your… Residents?" He asked, like a father trying to compliment his kid's horrible macaroni picture, that Charlie ate right up with an eager nod. "Yeah, aren't they great, dad?"
Lucifer struggled to find the words for what he was feeling right now. "They're… Great, Char-Char, it's just that…" He points at James, his tanktop and blue shorts being riddled with crab-juice stains. He slowly leaned into Charlie and whispered in her ear while pointing at James. "Are you sure that one is the resident or a bum you picked up off the street?"
"Oi, I heard that you white bitch! Wait, that sounds racist… You clown bitch!" James pointed at him and yelled while helping Nifty up, punching a crab that got a bit too close to Nifty's rear. He soon stood up and went face to face with Lucifer. "Sides', I wouldn't be talking if I were all the way down there."
"5'6!" Lucifer yelled through grated teeth. "You are barely an inch taller than me!" James pretended like he couldn't see Lucifer, putting a hand over his eyebrows and looking over Lucifer. "Well whoever said that should know that an inch matters a lot… Why don't you ask your mom–"
"OKAY!" Charlie quickly interjected, coming between the two boys trying to placate them "Let's just do my trust activity, okay?" Lucifer gave one last glare at James before looking up at his daughter. "...Sure, Char-Char, what do you want to do?"
"Well, I wanted to do–"
[TRUTH OR DARE]
Everybody was sitting in a circle around a large beer bottle that James had personally cleared out for this. "Okay, so how this works is that I'll spin the bottle first and whoever it lands on, has to answer a truth or dare from me and so on and so forth, got it?"
"Charlie, we're not retarded, we know what truth or dare is, c'mon start it already." James said, whining like a child. Charlie sighed and spun the bottle, its tip landing on Lucifer after a while. "Alright dad, truth or dare?"
Lucifer doesn't answer at first, but simply looks around the room, his eyes glaring holes into everyone's souls. "Well the truth is, I know all of your sins"
He leans in, expecting for his presence to drop the temperature of the room considerably.
"And I dare you to live with that knowledge."
…
SNRK
SSSNRRRKK
Charlie slowly stared over at James who was desperately trying to hold back his laughter to no avail. "...Grown ass man trying to act mysterious and nonchalant–"SNRK
Charlie didn't say anything but give him a disappointed glare which actually made him laugh even harder. Eventually James began to actually hold his mouth after Lucifer's comment, clamping it shut until all the laughter died out of his system. "Okay… All outta my system I promise Charlie. I won't laugh at your corny ass dad anymore, swear to god and on Vaggie's soul."
"My soul!?"
"Hell yeah your soul, if I have to hear anything that cringe again, I might die! Better you than me, bro."
"Oh, is that right Mr. 'Hero of Hell'?"
James stared at her in absolute horror. "How the hell do you know about that?"
Vaggie responded with a very smug grin on her face. "Oh, I don't know, maybe it has something to do with the 'radio demon being silenced'."
Vaggie's words made James sink deeper into despair, holding onto his head in shame. "...Let's just start the next turn please."
THE END… For now, until I pick this omake back up.