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Kit had died young, that much is a tragedy in itself.

They had a bright future ahead of them. They were going to graduate high school. They were going to go and get a degree in biology. They were going to help preserve as much of the wildlife left on Earth. They had their whole life planned. 

Then they get a deadly virus that, because of their shit immune system, brought them to an early grave. 

They thankfully did make it to heaven. They quickly began a new life up in heaven. They made friends. They began to thrive up there in the fluffy clouds. They had a second chance at a bright future... until it all got thrown down the drain.

Their foster mom always said their short fuse would be the death of them.

Now, Kit is in hell. A fallen angel who is also a minor. Not the best combination in this scenario. Thankfully, they get taken in by a certain princess with a heart of gold. Will they survive this new turn of events?

... oh, and the group gets to meet more of the great king of hell's family! Nothing too major! That's a later problem!

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(a/n: updated grammar 2/17/2025)

“SHIT!” 

That was all I could get out as I woke up crashing into the ground. I groaned in pain, feeling most of it in my wings as I rolled over onto my stomach. I hissed between my teeth, feeling like my whole body was going to combust at any moment if I moved anymore. It felt like I was dying… again.

“Ow,” I groaned, sprawled out on the ground. 

HONK!

That was all the warning I got as I scurried up and out of the way of an oncoming car.

Nope! I choose life!  

“Fuck!” I yelled as a red run-down car went zooming past me, missing my ankle by a hair 

“Stay out of the road bitch!” The driver yelled as they drove out of sight, a crashing sound was heard shortly after. 

“Jeez, what a lunatic,” I mumbled, glancing around with weary eyes. 

It was like everything was covered in red Kool-Aid. Everything was some shade of red. Honestly, I couldn’t even name the different types of red I could see. How was that many different kinds of red?!

Anyways, there were many different people on the streets. However, they all were… different. They weren’t like anyone back home, with almost none of them having wings and all of them in darker clothes or more… revealing clothes. Everyone also wasn’t a pretty pastel color, a refreshing variety of colors. 

I could hear explosions and other uncomfortable noises all around me as I looked up. If the all-red landscape and chaos going on around me wasn’t a dead giveaway, the pentagram… sun? Yeah, I think it’s a sun, gave it away that I was now in hell. I looked up at the sky, seeing the very faint white silhouette of the heavenly gates in the distance as well kind of like a moon.

I felt my heart sink as I remembered being up there just moments before. I remembered waking up this morning and going with River to get ice cream for breakfast. Ms. Emily had shown up and scolded us as always about the importance of an actual breakfast in the morning even though we were dead. She had said it with her signature smile. I remember River trying to throw me under the bus, but of course, I had done it back. It had ended with all of us laughing and going to get waffles. River always preferred waffles to pancakes. 

I felt myself tearing up, but quickly wiped them away before they could fall. 

Now is no time for tears Kitty-Cat. You’ve gotta find a way back up there.

With a new goal in mind, I took a shaky step forward. I could feel the strain on my muscles after that fall, but it felt like most of the pain was coming from my wings and back. I lifted my wings but immediately hissed in pain as I lowered them back down. I don’t know if I broke them or sprained them, but they hurt like hell. 

… pun not intended.

I looked over my shoulder, trying to get a look at what could be wrong with them without lifting them, but I couldn’t see much. My feathers were a mess. I couldn’t truly see anything major, no bones sticking out. That was a plus. They still hurt and it felt like it was getting worse as I stood here. 

I gingerly began walking, looking at the buildings around me. It looked like a typical city with more uncensorship. There were billboards everywhere with dicks on them.

Seriously? Is that the only way to get anyone to go into a business down here? Have the promise of sex? 

There were, though not many, build boards with restaurants and hotels that looked like they might be good places to be. Or as good as you can in hell. One of them looked more… cannibalistic.

Maybe that meant there was somewhere to get a bite to eat. Maybe somewhere with some spare bandages lying around as well.  

I was taken out of my thoughts when I heard a whistle, my ears turning to the sound all on their own. Damn cat ears. I kept walking, trying to ignore the comments behind me. 

“Hey, sugartits! Nice ass!” 

Just ignore them, Kit. Just ignore it. Conceal don’t feel… damn it now is not the time for a Disney reference. 

“Hey bitch!” 

I winced, my ears falling as I turned my head slightly, cursing myself for letting curiosity get the better of me. 

It was a taller... Demon? Is that right? I don’t know. Anyways, they had a very masculine body build, with an air of arrogance surrounding them. They looked like they were meant to be a male lion, with a giant mane and everything. They were wearing biker clothing and had a knife in hand. They started walking towards me, obviously angry. 

“Don’t ignore someone when they’re talking to you bitch,” the lion said. 

“Fuck off,” I grumbled, turning back around and speeding up. 

I felt a hand on my arm, and I suddenly blacked out. Well, not really, but more like one moment I’m getting grabbed. Then the next, the demon is on the ground silent and with a puddle of blood surrounding them. I felt my heart racing, and labored breathing as I tried to recall what I had just done. I looked around, hoping no one saw what I just did, but thankfully it looks like no one gives a fuck down here if you kill someone. 

Duh, Kit! You’re in hell! This is probably normal!

I began walking again, the new adrenaline rush giving me an extra pep in my step. I kept looking at signs of buildings, trying to find something to eat. I was seriously regretting eating such a small breakfast now. 

I sniffed, catching the whiff of a smell that stopped me dead in my tracks. As if I was a cartoon character, I followed the smell. I couldn’t truly tell what the smell was, but I knew it was better than the rest of what I could smell around me. I didn’t even look at where I was going, all I knew was that I NEEDED to find the source of the smell. Finally, I came across a very fancy-looking hotel that looked freshly built. It had a beautiful theater aesthetic with two strange-looking towers on the side. 

The smell had gotten stronger, and I could finally tell what I was smelling. It smelt like freshly made pancakes with some bacon and sausage, the whole wazoo. With hunger the only thing on my mind, I walked up to the hotel and towards the back, searching for the back door. 

Every building had a backdoor. 

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“This looks amazing Dad!” 

I held my breath as I opened the door, very happy that I was right and that there was a back door. It was also unlocked. Double win. I glanced around, noticing that I was in a very fancy kitchen. 

“Charlie,” I held my breath as I slowly entered the kitchen and closed the door behind me, “Sweetie, I think he knows you like it.” 

“Oh, Dad-” 

I tuned out the rest of the conversation, mouth-watering when I saw the giant stack of pancakes just sitting there on the counter. Oh, this was too good to be true. I gently grabbed a pancake from the top of the stack, holding it like it was the life force of the universe. I just gave it one last look before I shoved the whole thing into my mouth. 

Oh. My. God. This was the best frickin pancake I have ever had!

I quickly grabbed another pancake, the tower shaking slightly with how fast I had grabbed it, and shoved it in my mouth. The second one was just as good. I grabbed a third one and was about to eat it in the same fashion.

“Who the fuck are you?” 

I froze. It felt like time was frozen. Both of us waiting for the other to make a move. I could feel my hands slowly start shaking. 

No. No time to panic.

I slowly turned towards where I heard the voice, my ears falling as I saw who had spoken. 

They towered over me a good foot at least. They are covered in white fur with pink body-tight clothes. They also had two sets of hands, one was crossed over their chest while the other was on their hips. They had two different color eyes, one yellow with a pink iris while the other was all back with a pink iris. 

“How the fuck did you get in here?” They asked, revealing all sharp teeth with one gold tooth and a slight accent that I couldn’t quite place, “You’re supposed to come through the front.” 

I gulped, taking a shaky step back. What are they gonna do to me? Are they gonna torture me? Just cause I wanted a damn pancake!?

“Hey, are you fucking deaf?!”

I flinched as they raised their voice, my ears twitching slightly but staying down. 

Without thinking, I ran. 

“Hey! Fuck! Shit!” They said as I managed to run past them, clutching the pancake in my hand tightly, ripping it slightly. 

Go! Go! Go! Don’t you stop running! No dying today!

“Angel? What’s that noise?” 

Shit!

I burst out into a big open space, almost running into someone who was around my height. I didn’t get a good look, all I registered were yellow and red eyes as I quickly ducked past them. 

“Oh, satan!” 

“Hey!” 

I heard flapping. Shit, of course, someone has wings. I could see the giant front doors in front of me. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, but it wasn’t fast enough cause someone landed right in front of the doors. 

They appeared to be a female, with long gray hair, a red shirt, and a black mini skirt. She also appeared to be humanish, with the only non-human appearance about her being her all purple-grey skin and the wings spread out behind her blocking the exit. She also was missing an eye it looked like.

“¿Quién eres? ¿Por qué estabas en la cocina?”

“Uh, no habla ingles?” 

“... the fuck?” 

I didn’t let her register what I said. I booked it the other way. There had to be a way out. However, I ran head-first into something extremely fluffy, causing me to fall on my ass and tail.

“Shit!” 

“Calm down kid.” 

I looked up to see… a cat. 

They appeared to be a black and white house cat, with their fur patterned like a tux. They had suspenders and a big top hat on their head. They had big red bushy eyebrows, and giant red wings on their back. 

I sat for just long enough to fully register there was a fellow cat with wings before I remembered why I was running. I quickly backed away from them, which led me back into a wall. 

Fuck! Shit! I’m cornered! They’re gonna kill me!

I felt the tears finally felt the tears begin to fall. I was in pain. I was lost. I just wanted to go home. 

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, curling into a ball, refusing to make eye contact with the ones who would kill me, “Please don’t hurt me.” 

I sat there waiting, accepting my fate. However, nothing happened. It felt like I sat like that for hours before I heard gentle footsteps heading towards me. I tighten my hold against me. That was always the best way to take the pain.

When the footsteps stopped, I expected to feel something. Instead, I felt my ears flick up as I heard someone sit down in front of me. 

I slowly peeked over my arms, confused. Sitting in front of me was what appeared to be a girl only a few years older than me. She had white porcelain skin, with thick long blonde hair held back in a bubble braid. She also had yellow eyes with red irises, the ones I had seen briefly earlier. She smiled at me, with the only thing demonic about it was the sharper than normal canines. 

“It’s okay,” she spoke in a soft voice, “We aren’t going to hurt you.” 

I raised my head a little, my ears now up and at attention. 

… que?!

“You’re not?” I quietly asked, my eyes wide in shock. 

“No,” she adjusted how she was sitting, now sitting criss-cross, “You were just scared. It’s understandable.” 

“But they broke in!”

I couldn’t help but shrink back down as I heard the white fluffy demon from earlier. 

“Angel,” the girl said, turning around towards the other demon, “Take in their appearance.” 

I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious as now all the eyes were truly on me. I probably looked like shit. I could feel the dirt and blood all over me. I also could feel the pain returning as I came back down from the adrenaline high. Without thinking about it, I slowly sat forward, taking pressure off of my wings, as I curled down like a cat. 

“Holy shit.” 

I heard a deep gravely voice say. I turned my tired eyes towards my fellow cat, who was looking at my back with wide eyes. 

Shit, my wings must be worse than I thought.

“I’m just gonna,” I mumbled, feeling myself fading out of existence, “Lay here for a second.” 

I could hear muffled shouting, but the last thing I saw was the nice lady and the cat demon rushing towards me. 

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Kit: 

• Age: 17
• Pronouns: they/them
• Gender: non-binary
• Sexuality: Biromantic/Asexual
• Height: 5’10
• Appearance:
  • A panther
  • Black fur coat that is silky smooth
    • In certain lights, you can see their spots
  • Big puffy raven wings
    • Black with the pretty blue shine that ravens have
  • bright blue eyes with cat like irises
• typical outfits: 
  • Everyday/lounging:
    • black ripped jeans/black leggings, black tank top, baggy sweatshirt with sassy comment, black combat boots
  • Going out:
    • black leggings/black ripped jeans, black t-shirt with a funny saying, black leather jacket, fingerless gloves, beanie saying “stay weird”, black combat boots, a tiny bag with a non-binary pin, an asexual pin, and a bisexual pin on it. 
• Random Facts: 
  • Likes: hiking, reading, video games, music, history, sweets, spicy food
  • Dislikes: mushrooms (texture thing), crowds, heavy romance shows/books
  • Love to be left alone, but when they want to be social, they are a little bundle of sunshine!
    • An extroverted introvert
  • Very short tempered and will attack people who hurt their family
  • Died in 2020
    • Died of covid
      • Because of this, their sense of smell is terrible

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(a/n: grammar update 2/17/2025)

“Come on KitKat, you’ll be fine!”  

“No!” I yelled, holding onto the pole for dear after-life, “Never! You won’t take me alive!” 

“Kit,” River sighed, pushing her short hair back in frustration as her mouse nose twitched, “You are already dead. You will be alright.” 

“I don’t wanna,” I grumbled, looking towards River in fear. 

River just simply hovered, flapping their white-pink wings as she crossed her arms. She was a cute gray mouse with short darker gray hair that she said was similar to when she was alive. Despite being a very timid person and not looking too imposing, she can be quite scary when she wants to be. 

“Kit, you have wings. It is one of the main ways to get around heaven.” 

“I am an enigma!” 

“Oh dear,” I tightened my hold, cursing a storm in my head as I heard a very familiar voice, “Still not having much luck getting them to fly River?” 

I looked back at River, and there was Miss Emily. She was looking at me with a sympathetic smile, a fond, amused look in her eyes as she saw me looking like a frightened kitten.

“Yeah,” River gave me a light glare, “They’re being stubborn and refuse to let go of the pole.” 

“Oh well,” Ms. Emily turned towards River, raising a brow, “Firstly, what pronouns do you prefer today?” 

“She/her madam,” River answered, smiling in relief at Ms. Emily remembering to ask. 

“Alrighty,” Ms. Emily turned her attention back towards me. 

Crap.

“What’s wrong Kitana?” I couldn’t help the chuckle at the silly nickname that Ms. Emily had come up with for me, “You were so excited to fly. Is there a reason you changed your mind?” 

“I mean, I do wanna fly,” I grumbled, looking down over the edge, “But I don’t like the thought of just stepping out onto the air.” 

“I see,” Ms. Emily smiled brighter, seeming to understand exactly what to do, “Then how about instead of just simply stepping off, one of us lifts you off?” 

“... I guess that could work.” 

“Okay, come help me River. Two hands are better than one.” 

River came up beside Ms. Emily, and they both grabbed one of my hands gently. I couldn’t help the smile as I held my two best friends’ hands. 

“On three. One. Two….

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The first thing I registered was pain. 

“Ah, shit,” I grumbled, pushing my head deeper into the pillow, “I feel like I just got run over by a goddamn freight train and then dragged behind a car at full speed down a dirt road.”

“You look like it.” 

“What- Ow fuck!” 

After hearing the gravelly voice speak up, I sat up to identify the mysterious voice, but immediately regretted it, feeling a fire-like pain roll up my back at the sudden moment. I quickly fell back on the bed, muttering curses into the pillow. 

“Easy kid,” the gravelly voice said, a clawed hand sitting on my shoulder, “You had some pretty nasty wounds.” 

I turned my head around, determined to see who it was. As soon as I saw the cat demon, everything came flying back to me. 

I was in hell.

It wasn’t a dream. 

I was in hell. 

I was in a surprisingly soft bed. 

I was in hell. 

….I was still in deep shit. 

“What?~” I groaned sarcastically, trying to hide my fear, “No.~ I’m a goddamn spring chicken.”

“No need to get a fucking attitude with me kid,” The grumpy cat growled, rolling his eyes. 

I just rolled my eyes, trying to make out the room in case I had to book for it. It looked like a typical hotel room, except you know… red everywhere with a dash of white accents. I looked down at the surprisingly comfy queen-sized bed, wanting more than anything to lay back down and escape my new reality for a little while longer. 

The cat cleared his throat, reminding me that I had company with me. I stared at the grump cat, giving my best intimidating stare as I lay in too much pain to even breathe normally. 

I’m probably less intimidating than a fucking baby playing with a goddamn puppy.

“Oh relax ya little shit,” the cat reached over to the nearby nightstand, bringing a bottle of… something to his mouth as he sat down in a nearby chair, “I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” 

… is he drinking vodka or something? I heard that it tastes like shit.

“How would I know?” I growled through my teeth, my ears falling back.

“... kid if we wanted you dead, we wouldn’t have dressed your fucking wounds for you.” 

“Huh? You what?” 

I lifted my arm, finally noticing the bandages on my arms. I gently lifted myself enough to stare at my wings. They were wrapped almost completely in bandages, with even a sort of splint to hold them in place. I gently lifted my wings. They couldn’t move, but it was not nearly as painful because of that. As I sat up, I realized that the pain had now gone down and I felt like I could breathe again as well. 

“Well… shit.” 

I heard a quiet gruff chuckle from the cat, which I couldn’t help but glare at. 

Yeah yeah. Laugh it up you walking cat meme.

“Thanks?” I gently lifted myself fully to my knees, “I guess? I mean, why did you help me?” 

The cat seemed to sober up at that, cause his smile fell and he gave me a… sympathetic look. I felt myself feeling uneasy at that look. Like he knew everything about me without me having to say a thing. 

You don’t know shit you overgrown fur ball!

“Kid,” the cat finally said while leaning back in his chair, crossing his arms, “It was pretty obvious you just wanted some food. You were clutching onto that pancake like your after-life fucking depended on it.” 

I could feel my face heating up in embarrassment. 

“I was not!” I squeaked, my tail thrashing behind me. 

“Uh-huh,” he raised one of his big eyebrows at that, “You could’ve fooled me, kid.”

I crossed my arms, turning away from this weird interaction. 

What the fuck is going on? Are they seriously not gonna hurt me? Can I trust that? I mean, they are demons. Wait… am I a demon now? I didn’t change my appearance… at least that I knew of. Goddamn it, I need a damn mirror.

“What’s your name kid?” 

“Huh?” 

“Your name?” the cat asked slowly, looking slightly annoyed at repeating himself as he placed his bottle back on the nightstand, “Or do you not have one?” 

“Of course, I have a goddamn name,” I grumbled, turning fully around to face him and sitting criss-cross on the bed, “But why should I just willingly give my name away? Isn’t that Demon 101? Not to give the devil your name?” 

“Oh for fucks sake,” he growled, pinching between his brows, “Fine. If you’re gonna be such a fucking baby about it.”

He stood up, making his way closer to me. I couldn’t help but feel slightly intimidated by the now towering over me, obviously more dangerous than me, demon. I could feel the hackles on the back of my neck begin to rise. 

“Relax,” Grumpy said as he held his hand out to me, “The name is Husk.” 

I blinked. My body relaxed and my ears perked up. 

…guess he isn’t gonna steal my soul. Damn.

“Oh,” slowly, I reached my hand out and gently grabbed his hand, “Well, my name is Kit.” 

“Kit huh?” Husk tilted his head, a shit-eating smirk on his face, “Pretty on the nose don’t you think.” 

“Oh fuck off,” I rolled my eyes, letting go of his hand and crossing my arms again, “It’s just an annoying coincidence-”

“Sorry, I took so long, Husk.” 

We both turned towards the door, and it was the girl from earlier. She was carrying a tray with a small bowl of what looked like soup and some folded clothes. She continued walking in, talking away and not noticing us both staring at her as she walked over to the dresser. As she turned around and finally saw me she froze. Her eyes widened in so much joy it looked like sparkles would appear out of nowhere like a cartoon character.

“Oh my satan!” she practically screamed as she ran up to me, “You’re awake!” 

“Holy guacamole,” I grumbled, blinking in shock and pinning my ear back as I processed her yelling, “I think my hearing just disappeared.”

“You get used to it kid,” Husk said, chuckling at my pain. 

“Oh yeah, laugh at my pain,” I rolled my eyes. 

“Sorry about that,” she said, bringing her volume down, which my ears were grateful for, “I’m just happy you’re finally awake. I was starting to think I’d have to call a doctor from Sloth.” 

“Finally awake?” I titled my head, looking at both of them in confusion, “How long was I out?” 

She suddenly got very sheepish and twiddled her fingers. 

“It's been three days.” 

…THREE DAYS?!

“What?!” I exclaimed, ignoring as Husk jumped up in shock beside me, “Days?! I’ve been out for days?! How am I alive?! What?!” 

“Kid chill!” Husk exclaimed, rubbing his ear in pain, “Jesus, you’d think you were dying.” 

I mumbled out a sorry, my ears pinning back as I remembered that I was in a room injured and with two strangers. Not the best first impression to be freaking out over being passed the fuck out for three days. 

Great going Kit! Now, they’re gonna think you’re some crazy psycho! You just couldn’t keep your big fat mouth shut now, could you?!

“Are you hungry?” 

“...Heh?” 

“I brought some food,” she said with a smile, apparently just deciding to ignore my freak out, “It’s not much, just a simple chicken noodle.” 

I blinked…confused? Shocked?

I am confusion.

“Sure?” 

“Alrighty!” 

… I am muy confusion.

My confused thoughts stopped as soon as the bowl of soup was placed in front of me. I felt my stomach growl louder than ever, which was embarrassing, but I didn’t truly care. I was more focused on the food. I immediately grabbed the spoon and practically inhaled the soup with multiple spoonfuls back to back. 

Oh. My. God. This. Is. So. Frickin. Good. 

“Woah woah kid,” Husk said, gently grabbing my hand and stopping me mid-scoop, “Slow down. It’s not going anywhere. You can enjoy it.” 

“Buf if’s so goof,” I mumbled with a mouth full of chicken and noodles. 

“Jeez, you’re living up to the name kid.” 

I just glared at Husk but I did stop inhaling the food. I didn’t really wanna start choking in front of these two. As soon as I saw a smug smirk on his face, I stared down into my bowl to ignore him. 

Goddamn, you old man. Treating me like a child. 

“Oh jeez!” I looked up as the girl smacked herself in the forehead.

Relatable girl.

“I’m such an idiot! I forgot to introduce myself!” she said as she held her hand towards me, “Hi there, I’m Charlie! Nice to meet you!” 

“Kit,” I mumbled, still recovering from Charlie’s sudden jump in energy, “Nice to meet you.” 

Charlie seemed to turn into a literal ball of sunshine with the biggest smile on her face. I’m surprised that her cheeks didn’t hurt with how much she was smiling. I went to bring another spoonful of soup to my mouth but sadly learned that I was out of soup. I glared at my bowl, deciding to blame it for all my problems. 

Again, I ignored Husk who had started chuckling at my antics.

“Anyways,” Charlie clapped her hands together, “I think it would be a great idea to introduce you to everyone!” 

… heh?

“Everyone?” I couldn’t help but shudder as I remembered the one pink demon that I had practically run over in my terrible attempt at an escape. 

“Yeah!” Charlie proceeded to ignore my hesitation, “They felt bad for scaring you like that! It will be great!” 

… shit I’m not getting out of this am I?

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Oh shit, I am not ready for this shit. Fuck!

“Everyone!” Charlie called out as she clutched onto my arm for dear life, which is when I realized that I was just a little bit shorter than her, “Look who’s awake!” 

All eyes turned towards me, which was not unnerving. 

… sarcasm hint hint. 

There was a small handful of people in the main area, which I think is meant to resemble a living room. It was very cozy, with it obviously brand new and going for a homey feel to it. There was an old-school box TV sitting in front of a few very comfy-looking couches with a simple coffee table. The walls were, again, red with pretty white accents, as well as apples in the wallpaper. A few portraits were hanging on the walls, though I didn’t truly look at what they had on them. 

“Stab!” 

I was snapped out of my thoughts as a tiny bundle of red started coming towards me. 

“Niffty no!” Charlie said, suddenly lifting the bundle of red, which I could now see was a tiny woman with one eye holding up a feather duster, “No stab!” 

“Pendejo,” the woman who had blocked the door earlier grumbled as she walked over shaking her head, “Te juro que eres el nivel más alto de locura.”

I blinked. Confused as I watched Charlie and the woman calming down the lady who was still holding the feather duster like she was determined to stab me with it, Niffty I believe is the name Charlie called her. 

“Is it normal for her to threaten to stab someone she just met?” 

“More than we’d like to admit,” Husk answered, crossing his arms and looking suddenly ten times more pissed off than earlier. 

Jeez, frickin 180-degree spin there.

“Oh!” Niffty suddenly seemed to have an epiphany as she managed to get out of Charlie’s arms and ran up to me, “You’re a new friend!” 

“Uh, sure?” I took a shaky step back as I tried to get some of my bubble back, “I mean, I don’t know. I’m just kind of… here?” 

That seemed to appease her, for she suddenly zipped away saying something about bugs. I looked up, seeing that all eyes were back on me. 

Right. Introductions. You got this. Just be simple and straight to the point. Don’t fuck this up KitKat.

“Hi,” I sheepishly waved, trying to give an unintimidating smile even though I do have all sharp teeth, “I’m Kit. Thanks for helping me.” 

“Kit?” The white fluffy multi-armed demon said with a smirk, “That’s pretty on the nose, ain’t it Kitten?” 

I quietly growled at the nickname, my ears falling back as I tried not to let the memories resurface, “Don’t call me that.” 

“Or what Kitten? Gonna threaten to bat your paws at me?” 

“Don’t fucking call me that.” 

“Angel,” Charlie stepped in, glaring at the demon, who I now know as Angel, “Stop it.” 

Angel rolled their eyes but stayed silent as they went back to their phone. I took a few deep breaths, determined to not let the one comment get to me. 

“Anyways,” Charlie clapped her hands, looking determined to save this as she pulled the woman towards me, “Kit, this is Vaggie, my girlfriend.” 

“Hi,” Vaggie said, awkwardly waving at me like I was earlier. 

“Hi,” I waved back, feeling my ears twitch as I heard the door open behind me. 

“‘Sup hoes!” 

“Jesus!” I exclaimed, not expecting the sudden shouting of an Australian accent of all things, “Lord have mercy!” 

“Nah bitch!” a cyclops female demon stood with her hands on her hips behind me, “The big guy upstairs doesn’t give a shit about what happens down here!” 

“Cherri!” Angel suddenly called, standing up and walking towards the new demon, “Where have ya been sugartits!” 

“Angie!” Cherri exclaimed, walking away from me to meet Angel halfway (which holy fuck their a fucking skyscraper they are so tall!), “Sorry man! Had to go blow off some steam! I was getting reckless mate!” 

I blinked. Confused beyond belief, but I knew it was probably time to cut my losses and get out of there. Honestly, I’m surprised Charlie has let me stay here as long as I have. 

“Anyways,” I looked at Husk and Charlie with a genuine smile, “Thanks for everything, but I guess I’d better get going.” 

“You’re leaving Kit?” Charlie asked, seeming confused and sad at this sudden news.

“I don’t wanna overstay my welcome,” I explained, making my way past the two besties who were now watching me, “Besides, I got some food and some rest. I’m all ready to head out on my own.” 

“Bitch,” Cherri jumped in, hand on her hip and pointing at my wings, “You are still very much hurt. Why the fuck would you take your chances out there?” 

I paused, knowing she had a point. My wings were out of commission, and I was still very stiff and not able to move extremely fast. I would be easy pickings. Especially since this is hell and I have no idea how to get into contact with River. What would I even say to River? Hey, I’m trapped in Hell with no way to come home! Do you think you could come pick me up?! 

“Kit,” Charlie walked up to me and gently grabbed my hand, “You don’t have to leave right away. Especially if you have nowhere to go.” 

“I mean,” I looked anywhere but at her, trying not to show how uncomfortable I was with being put on the spot, “I have no way to pay for a room. I wouldn’t be able to stay anyways.”

“It’s free, dumbass.” 

“... heh?” 

I turned to Angel, trying to understand what I just heard them say. 

“Rooms are free,” Charlie said instead, a joyful smile back on her face, “As long as you are willing to work with our redemption program. But you don’t have to do that right away, since you’re still healing.” 

“... redemption?” 

“Yes! This hotel was created for the sole purpose of rehabilitating sinners and getting them up to heaven!” 

… a way into heaven? Is this how I get back? I mean, I didn’t truly do anything too bad, so if this works I should be able to get back up there lickety split!

“That sounds great,” I whispered, a small smile on my face. 

Charlie seemed to be filled to the brim with joy, cause she began jumping up and down in joy as she dragged me to one of the armchairs to sit down. She continued to explain the project, the activities planned, the whole nine yards. I looked as Husk, Angel, Cherri, and Niffty joined us, all finding someplace to sit or stand. Niffty stood by the old TV, while Husk was standing right behind the couch I was sitting on. Angel and Cherri were sitting on the couch with Vaggie.

“How about you tell us some things about yourself, Kit?” Charlie asked, seeming to be ready to take a break to let me speak. 

“What do you want to know?” I tried to act nonchalantly while not leaning back on my still very injured wings. 

“Are you a boy or a girl?” Niffty asked, tilting her head at me in confusion. 

“I’m neither,” I said nonchalantly, “I’m non-binary.” 

“Ohhhhhh,” Niffty said, seeming still confused but accepting the answer.

After hearing that, Charlie made sure that everyone around me said their preferred pronouns, saying that it would be a great icebreaker. That’s when I learned Angel was a dude, not a he/them but a full guy. That led to some poking fun at Angel from Husk, which of course Angel poked the bear back. It ended with the two of them awkwardly standing there with blushes on their faces after being accused of flirting.

After everyone had calmed down, Angel said that he had a question to ask. 

“When did you die?” Angel asked, seeming suddenly very interested to see what I would say to that.

“Angel!” Charlie scolded him, seeming shocked at how nonchalantly he asked, “You don’t just ask someone you just met that!” 

“2020,” I answered nonchalantly, not even bothered by the question and not even thinking of what my response could bring up.

“2020? But you look like you just fell?” Vaggie finally asked, appearing suspicious at what I just said.

Shit. I didn’t think about that. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What do I do? WHAT DO I DO?

“They had terrible injuries,” Husk suddenly said, catching me off guard, “They could’ve been fighting on the streets for a while now. Especially with the mini-coma they fell into.” 

I blinked, before nodding my head deciding to go with what Husk said, “Yeah. Honestly, I’ve just been wandering around trying to figure out where I’m at for a while. But no one would help and I have had a few tussles with some guys with tiny dicks. Geuss since I never stopped to take care of myself it finally caught up to me.” 

Oh please fall for that. Please fall for that. Please fall for that.

“Damn,” Cherri said, an impressed smirk on her face, “Not gonna lie, pretty impressive you’re still standing with your soul still your own.” 

“How about a new question?!” Charlie exclaimed, obviously trying to not dump me with too much information at once.

“Yeah I got one,” Cherri leaned forward, a smirk on her face, “How old are you bitch?” 

“Wow, that is a random question,” I whispered as I began trying to do the math, “Well, if I was still alive I think I’d be 20. Maybe 21? I’m not quite sure. Keeping track of time is pretty hard.” 

Suddenly, I felt a familiar clawed hand on my shoulder. I looked up at Husk, confused at the look on his face. He looked like he had seen a ghost. He walked up in front of me, squatting down in front of me. 

“Kid,” Husk asked in a very serious tone, “How old were you when you died?” 

“17,” I answered, tilting my head in confusion, “Why? You look like you’ve seen a ghost?” 

It was dead silent…hehe dead. 

Anyway, I looked at the group surrounding me, and they all looked at me with pure horror. 

Angel looked guilty. 

Cherri looked shocked. 

Vaggie looked concerned. 

Niffty looked like Niffty. 

Husk looked still like he’d seen a ghost. 

And Charlie looked like she was about to bawl her eyes out. 

“...You’re still a kid?” 

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River: 

• Age: 20
• Pronouns: she/her/he/him/they/them
• Gender: genderfluid
• Sexuality: Pansexual
• Regular Height: 4'6
• Species: angel
• Appearance:
  • Silver mouse with grey short hair
  • Fluffy dove wings
    • White with pink tips
• typical outfits:
  • Ripped blue jeans with a pastel sweater, converse shoes, pastel backpack, a genderfluid pin & pansexual pin
• Important Facts:
  • Likes: books, sweets, rainy days
  • Dislikes: loud places, spiders, snakes
  • Very quiet and reserved
  • Died in 2018
    • Stabbed by a student who lost it at their college

Chapter Text

Well, today has been …interesting to say the least. 

After I revealed how old I was when I died, it was a rollercoaster of events. 

Charlie began crying up a storm, apologizing over and over about how sorry she was that I didn’t get to grow up as she began squeezing whatever life I had left in me out. Vaggie was trying her best to comfort Charlie and get her to let me go, which took a good bit of time. Niffty, at first looking confused, before she then decided that she had better things to do than to watch and scurried off. Cherri and Angel were looking at me with big eyes, their jaws dropped in shock. Honestly, it could’ve been a funny cartoon face with how silly it looked. Husk was silent, with his face falling into a sort of poker face, with no emotion being seen. 

I began to frantically salvage the situation, trying to get them to all stop acting sorry for me and get them to drop the pity party act. I tried explaining that I had accepted it and was completely fine with it. Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say, cause it brought another round of waterworks from Charlie as she felt bad for me feeling like my life “didn’t have any meaning to it”. Realizing what she meant, I had to play the deny game and get Charlie to calm down. It still didn’t help as she began to ramble about helping me to “feel better about myself”. 

Jeez, she kind of reminds me of Avah and Hillary. 

As Vaggie calmed Charlie down, I was told to relax on the couch as dinner would be ready soon. My stomach growled again at the thought of more food, which was of course pointed out by Angel. 

Which led me to now. 

I was now just sitting on the couch as everyone went back to whatever they were doing before I came down. Angel had left with Cherri up to his room, saying to call them when dinner was ready. Vaggie took Charlie to calm down, and Niffty just continued zipping around. Husk had also walked away, saying he had to get back to work. 

What job? I don’t know, and my brain hurts too much to try to ask any more questions. 

I grumbled as I laid on the couch on my stomach to avoid upsetting my wings, kicking my feet behind me as I stared at the old TV that was on some sort of news station that was, interesting to say the least. 

“Damn, this bitch is annoying,” I groaned as Katie what’s-her-face was talking about some sort of turf war thing, “Does she get off hearing her own fucking voice?” 

I didn’t get an answer, instead ended up watching Katie torture the poor Tom guy. She literally stabbed him and punched him at the same time. How? I’m not quite sure. 

“Why does he take that shit?!” I gestured at the TV, truly talking to no one and just trying to keep myself occupied, “He’s also covering the news! Why is he being treated like he ruins everything by just saying a single word?! The fuck kind of news station is this?!” 

“It’s hell, what did you expect?” 

“I mean, sure! But come on! Cut him some slack!” 

… wait a damn minute. 

I looked over my left shoulder to see a man that looked extremely similar to Charlie standing by the armrest. He had the same blonde hair and rosy cheeks. He was wearing a white suit with a giant white top hat and holding a cane with an apple on it. He also seemed to be on the shorter side, with his head not even reaching over the edge of the couch. He looked just as approachable as Charlie, with the only demonic things about him are his gray clawed hands.

I blinked. Honestly, I felt like I was doing that weird frog blink thing in a cartoon.

… damn I’ve been comparing this whole experience to a cartoon haven’t I? Maybe this would make a good cartoon. 

Ah! Focus Kit!

The guy raised a brow. 

“Uh,” I gulped, carefulling sitting up so as to not aggravate my wings, “Hi?” 

“Hey there,” He answered, giving me a close eyed smile that revealed his all sharp teeth, “Didn’t mean to startle you.” 

“It’s fine,” I scooted to the edge of the couch, feeling my tail swishing back and forth anxiously, “It’s just… been a long day.” 

“Yeah?” He walked around, plopping down next to me on the couch with a carefree smile, “Any particular reason?” 

…First Charlie now this guy? How are they this happy?! Are they on some sort of happy pill?! The fuck?!

“It’s just,” I couldn't help but bring my hand up and rub my forehead as I let my mind wander at everything that has happened, “It’s been a lot to process.” 

“I bet,” he waved his hand like he was just talking about the weather, “hell can be an intense place to call home. I should know. Been here a longgggg timeeeee.” 

…that wasn’t spooky and foreboding at all.

I raised a brow at the man, but decided against saying anything and just turned back towards the TV. The man fell silent as well, assuming he decided to just sit and watch alongside me. Katie had just begun choking Tom out while calling him a bitch before the TV was suddenly shut off. 

“Hey! Come on!” my ears pinned back, a growl leaving. 

“Hello there!” 

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed, jumping up and waving my hands around as I looked to my other side. 

A new demon was standing there, seeming to have appeared out of thin air. He towered over me on the couch dripping in red. He had a red old timey suit on with red hair with brownish tips. He appeared to have deer ears and deer antlers on his head with a monocle. I didn’t know anyone actually wore monocles. He also had a Cheshire smile on his face that felt extremely uncomfortable to see or have turned towards you.

How does he smile like that without hurting his face?

“My apologies my dear,” he said while placing a hand over his heart, though he sounded very condescending and with a sort of radio filter over his voice, “I didn't mean to frighten you!” 

“Oh please,” the other man grumbled, suddenly looking like he ate a pack of lemons. 

“...okay then?” I felt my ears twitch as my tail began to pick up the pace, “It’s fine, I guess?” 

“Alastor,” the demon said as he forcefully grabbed my hand, “Pleasure to be meeting you, quite the pleasure!” 

…Oh this bitch!

“No!” I exclaimed, frantically pulling my hand out of Alastor’s grip, “No touchy! No touch!” 

…I felt my face heat up as I realized what I just referenced without thinking. 

Alastor just tilted his head at me, looking intrigued. I could feel the stares of the other man as well, though he decided to stay silent. 

Oh god, these guys are probably old as shit and don’t understand that reference in the slightest.

“I mean, I’m not the biggest fan of being touched without warning,” I began rubbing my arms, trying my best to keep my claws retracted, “Sorry. I’m Kit.” 

“Kit?” the other man finally got fully involved in the conversation, “That’s an interesting name.” 

“Thanks,” I jokingly pretended to flip my non-existent long hair, “Picked it out myself!” 

A laugh track that sounded like it came from an old show played along with Alastor laughing. 

…was this guy just a walking radio? … weird.

“My my,” Alastor said, tilting his head while leaning on the back of the couch which somehow made him even more intimidating, “Aren’t you a funny little angel.~”

“I-” I stuttered, hoping I wasn’t hearing him correctly, “Thank you, but I am no angel.” 

“No?” Alastor starts tapping his fingers in the way an evil villain in a movie would, “Such a shame really. You have such an endearing personality like one.” 

“Well, I-” 

“Alastor.” 

We all turned towards Vaggie, who had her hands on her hips and glaring at Alastor as if he were the devil himself. Alastor just smiled, not put off by her terrifying glare. 

Christ on a stick, I would be pissing my pants if I was glared at by her.

“Vagitha my dear,” Alastor called, standing up straight and taking a couple steps towards her. 

“Cabrón,” Vaggie grumbled as she walked up and jabbed her finger at Alastor’s chest, “You know that’s not my name you shitass!” 

Alastor seemed unphased by this, and simply chuckled as he gently grabbed Vaggie’s finger and moved it off of him. 

Ah, so Alastor also isn’t big on touch either. Gonna keep that in mind.

“Don’t you have some food to finish?” 

“Oh please,” Alastor waved his hand, seeming not to be too worried, “It is practically done my dear.” 

“Then I guess I don’t need to tell you that Angel had just walked into the kitchen.” 

Before Vaggie could finish her sentence, Alastor had vanished into thin air. 

“...is there a reason that he should be worried about Angel?” I asked, slightly confused about the interaction I just witnessed. 

“Angel likes to mess with Alastor,” Vaggie explained, running an exhausted hand over her face, “They both love to cook, but they both have completely different tastes of ‘good food’.” 

“Angel will try and make Al’s food more towards his liking,” the man on the couch with me finally piped in, “I’m pretty sure at this point it's just a game between the two of them.” 

… not gonna lie I completely forgot he was there.

“Yeah, I have that talent.” 

I felt my ears twitch, “Shit did I say that out loud?”

“Yep!” 

“Fuckkkkkkkk.” 

I curled into myself as the man just laughed his ass off with Vaggie quietly chuckling as well. 

God. Talk about embarrassing.

“Jeez kid, you jumpier than a fucking chicken.” 

“Where the fuck did Husk come from?!” 

“He’s been manning the bar.” 

“...there’s been a bar in here the whole damn time?!”

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“Seriously, how did you not notice the bar in the goddamn lobby?” 

“Listen,” I crossed my arms, glaring at Angel as he just smirked at me sitting on my right side, “A lot has happened in the past two hours. I am allowed to not notice something.” 

“Qualsiasi cosa tu dica piccino,” Angel mumbled as he playfully rolled his eyes at me with a smirk. 

“You speak Italian?” Charlie asked as she came and sat beside Vaggie on the opposite side of the table. 

After freaking out over the fact that there was a bar in a place for rehabilitation, Charlie came running to the room waving her hands around. At first, I thought there was a fire or something, but it turns out she was just coming to let us know that dinner was ready.

…I question both mine and her sanity.

Anyways, Angel had followed behind her, apparently hearing the last of my freak out over the bar. He began teasing me as we all walked towards the dining room, which I could actually look at instead of frantically sprinting past it.

It was a very simple but elegant dining room, much like the rest of the hotel. A decent sized table with a seat for everyone available. The table was by far the fanciest thing in the room, with fancy legs and details edged into the wood. The walls also had a bunch of photos, all of them having at least one of the gang in them. There was one with Charlie and Vaggie, both seeming to have been out on a date of some kind. There was another that had Angel and Charlie, posing like a selfie with big smiles. The one that caught my attention the most was one that had the whole gang as well as someone I didn’t recognize. 

The photo was taken in a living room, though it looked more run down and a darker red. Angel, Cherri, and Niffty were laughing while pointing at Husk, who had what looked like a chocolate milkshake all over him as he held a small little piglet away from him. Charlie and Vaggie were both holding in their laughter, obviously trying to comfort Husk. Alastor and the other guy were also in the photo, though it looked like they were in the middle of an argument and Alastor was pixelated like slenderman. 

Then, the one I didn’t recognize- 

“Earth to Kit!” 

“I’m awake!”

I blinked. 

Angel blinked as he held his hand up mid-snap. 

“...sorry.” 

My ears pinned back as I just slowly slid down my chair in embarrassment. 

Get a fucking grip Kit! What the hell is with ya lately?! FUCK!

“What the fuck are you doing kid?” Husk asked as he walked in, being one of the last ones to walk into the dining room with Alastor being the only one not in the room. 

“Melting into the floor to hide away from my shame,” I grumbled as I decided to go all in and just slowly fall to the floor. 

Go big or go home as they say. 

“...the hell?” Husk and Angel said at the same time as they just watched me fall to the floor.  

“Jesús, realmente son un niño,” Vaggie grumbled as she appeared to be gaining a headache. 

“Kid,” Husk recovered quickly, walking up behind my chair, “Get up before you hurt yourself.” 

“I ain’t gonna-OW FUCK!” 

I had major regrets as I hit my wings just right against the leg of my chair and sent massive pain up my back. I fell to my side on instinct, trying to get the weight off and get the pain to go away again. I could feel Husk giving me the “I told you so” look as I whimpered in pain. 

“Do you need help?”

“...yes please.” 

Husk gently helped me up, being extra cautious as he helped me back into my chair. 

“Why don’t you ever help me up Whiskers?” Angel asked in a joking tone as he leaned on the back of my chair so he could be closer towards Husk.

Husk just growled as he sat on the opposite side of me, not answering Angel’s question and choosing to just rest his head on his hands with a ‘I’m done with this shit’ look on his face. 

“I geuss I’m his favorite~.” 

“Hoho! Bitch you just got here! You aren’t just gonna become Whiskers favorite by fucking existing!” 

“What have I said about fucking calling me that?” 

“Oh please, I am adorable!” 

“Being adorable doesn’t make someone like you! Especially Husk! Took ‘im ages to like us!” 

“...am I just fucking invisible?” 

“Good evening!” Alastor interrupted our strange argument by entering through the door from the kitchen, “I hope you all brought your appetites!” 

As soon as Alastor finished talking, a bunch of shadows appeared placing plates of some sort of stew on the table. 

It. Smelt. Like. Heaven!

As soon as a plate was placed infront of me, I grabbed the spoon and began digging in. It was a stew that was poured over rice with meatballs, carrots, potatoes, and IT WAS AMAZING! I finished my first plate extremely fast, and before I coud say anything another plate was placed infront of me. I barely managed to whisper a thanks before digging right back into the food. 

“I take it the food is good,” the guy from the living room said, sitting at one of the ends of the table with a reminiscent look on his face. 

“I can die a second death and I would die happy,” I mumbled with a mouth full of food and a smile so big that my cheeks were truly starting to hurt. 

“Glad you like it my dear!” Alastor chipped in, sitting on the opposite end of the table, “Charlie said you have had a rough time and wanted to make you feel as welcomed as possible! I hope this simple meatball stew works!”

“You could be considered the god of food with this dish!” I exclaimed, staring up with wide eyes as I looked around the whole table, “The best food I’ve ever tasted has been at this hotel!” 

“What do you mean?” Vaggie asked, her hand on Charlie’s shoulder as she looked like she was holding back on questions. 

“First the fucking best pancakes in the entire universe!” I counted down on my fingers as I recalled the amazing pancakes I had eaten when I first got here, “And now this amazing fucking stew!” 

“You liked my pancakes?” the guy asked, his eyes sparkling in wonder similarly to Charlie. 

“Hell yeah I like those pancakes! I literally almost started crying that’s how frickin good they are!” 

The guy began tearing up, looking like he would burst at any moment. 

“Oh Dad!” Charlie exclaimed, leaning over and hugging the man who is now known as her father, “It’s okay! Everything is okay!” 

“Looks like His Majesty has some extra tears to shed already,” Alastor said, closing his eyes and continuing to eat as if he didn’t just insult the obviously very emotional man. 

“Oh fuck you Al,” the man said, flipping Alastor off as he continued to hug Charlie. 

“No thank you. I have better standards than that Your Majesty.” 

“Not like that you pervert!” 

“Is there a reason Alastor keeps calling him Your Majesty?” I asked Angel, ignoring the bickering that was slowly rising in volume as Charlie and Vaggie held the two men back. 

“Wait, do you not know who that is?” Angel responded, looking at me in shock as he gestured behind me towards the now fuming small man with horns now appearing on his head. 

“No? Why? I just now learned he’s Charlie’s dad.” 

“...DADDY LUCI! YOU NEVER INTRODUCED YOURSELF TO KIT!”

“Jesus,” I grumbled as I rubbed at my now ringing ears at Angel’s sudden screeching, “I’m gonna have hearing damage now.” 

“You and me both kid,” Husk agreed, also rubbing at his ears. 

“Sorry Piccino,” Angel pat my head with a sheepish smile. 

“Dad,” Charlie managed to regain her dad’s attention from the argument, “You never introduced yourself to Kit?” 

“Oh crap,” he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “Sorry about that Char-Char. I didn’t want to overwhelm them.”

“Overwhelm me?” 

“Hi kid,” the man waved at me with a small smile, “My name is Lucifer.” 

“... YOUR NAME IS LUCIFER?!” 

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“You doing okay kid?” 

“I feel like my brain is going to explode into a million little pieces.” 

Husk chuckled, though he did attempt to hide it though not well. 

After practically having a meltdown at the table as it was just casually revealed to me that I had been just chilling on the couch with the KING OF HELL HIMSELF!

AND CHARLIE IS THE MOTHERFUCKING PRINCESS OF HELL! 

HOLY! SHIT!

I started going on a giant ramble, apologizing so much that sorry started sounding like a silly word as Charlie and Lucifer attempt to reassure me that I had not done anything wrong. I would have gone into another round of apolgies, Alastor had not redirected my attention to the food. It was apparently the correct choice because I quickly remembered how hungry I was and finished my second plate of food. Husk kept reminding me to slow down whenever he thought I was beginning to eat to fast, while Angel would force me to talk about anything to slow down my eating. 

I managed to eat a good three and a half plates before I finally felt full, which I was going to force myself to finish my last plate. What shocked me was before I could force myself to take another bite, the spoon was grabbed from my hand and my plate was no longer in front of me. I looked to the left and saw Husk now eating my plate, acting as if nothing strange had just happened. Any attempt I made at getting my plate back so I could finish it was denied by both Husk and Angel. It took Lucifer performing a magic trick of having a rubber duck appear ontop of his head to redirect my attention.

Which is kind of sad not gonna lie that my attention was grabbed that quickly. 

Lucifer distracted me with a full rant of ducks and how interesting of a species they truly are that by the time I remembered my mission to get my plate it was all gone and Husk was taking both empty plates to the kitchen. 

Why would he not make me finish it? I had grabbed the food, I should have known better than to grab more than I could eat. I needed to finish. No food could go to waste. I mean, I guess it didn’t go to waste but-

“Is the wall that interesting?” 

“Huh?” 

I blinked, realizing I had stopped walking and had stared off into the distance. I had been staring straight ahead at the end of the hall without thinking. After everything was cleaned, Charlie excitedly handed me a key saying that my room was all ready. I had been extremely confused, but that was a question for later as Charlie began pushing me and Husk up the stairs. 

According to her, since Husk and I were getting along he should show me where it is. 

She just casually also called Husk on not having a lot of friends

… relatable not gonna lie. 

“Sorry,” I rubbed my forehead, feeling like I could pass out, “I guess I’m actually pretty tired.” 

“Don’t worry about it kid,” Husk said, standing in front of a door with the number 928, “Anyways, heres home sweet home.” 

Husk used the key to open the door and gestured for me to go in first. I nodded as I walked by and my jaw dropped. 

What. The. Fuck. 

The room looked like a carbon copy of my dream room from when I was alive. The walls were still the same as the original room I had woken up in, but the bed sheets were all black with rainbow splatter on it with a giant gaming controller on them, like the ones I really wanted for my 15th birthday. There were bookshelves somehow now above and all around the head of the bed, with some classic books already on them but most of them were open for more books. The dresser was the same, but there was a super fancy gaming setup at a very nice desk. There were led lights, a cute lamp, the whole nine yards! There was even a D&D rug on the floor! 

“Oh my god!” I exclaimed, entering the room and looking around in awe, “This is amazing! How?! What?!” 

“Something the key cat thing can do,” Husk said, leaning up against the door and looking around the room as well, “I don’t fully know how it does it.” 

“Wow,” I whispered in awe, gently sitting down on the bed as a wave of exhaustion hit me, “It’s like the one I wanted-” 

I yawned, gently shaking my head trying to fight the fog of sleep. 

“-when I was alive.” 

“Yeah kid?” 

“Yeah,” I felt myself nodding off, but tried to fight it off just a bit longer, “Daemon said no.” 

“Daemon? Who’s Daemon.” 

I didn’t answer, falling onto my side and closing my eyes. 

“Jesus kid.”

I was now in that weird half awake half asleep state, but I heard Husk walk further into the room. As I was dozing off, I felt Husk pick me up and tuck me in like a child. 

“What have you been through kid,” I heard Husk mumble but it sounded like he was slowly getting farther away, “You’re way to fucking light.” 

I felt a hand on my head and the last thing I remember before falling asleep was some mumbled words I couldn’t understand.

“Ты сделаешь меня мягким, не так ли?”

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“Sleep well Kit?” 

I looked over at Charlie, a sleepy smile on my face as I nodded silently. I woke up to the best night's sleep I've had both dead and alive. There was a slight pain from my wings, but that was quickly fixed by the painkiller I took that was left on my nightstand. 

It wasn’t rocket science to figure out who left it there. 

Charlie beamed, and continued her conversation with Vaggie, who was staring at Charlie like she was a goddess sitting before her. 

Damn, those two are so fucking cute.  

I looked around the main area, taking note of who was up and about. I must have woken up earlier than I thought because the only people in the lobby were Charlie and Vaggie. I could hear some clanking from the kitchen, so someone was making breakfast but I had no idea who. I looked over to the bar, mentally slapping myself for not seeing that giant bar with the only green mixed in with the color scheme. It had mostly the same color scheme as the rest of the hotel, but there was green accented along with the white. It actually made it look very eerie and mysterious. 

… I wonder what alcohol tastes like?

I couldn’t help feeling curious as I subconsciously walked towards the bar. There were a bunch of different bottles, with some of them being written in languages I couldn’t read. I looked over my shoulder, making sure the cavity inducing couple wasn’t paying attention to me, and went behind the bar. I looked at the bottles, amazed by the wide variety of whiskeys, vodkas… other drinks that I don’t know anything about. 

“Damn, I whispered as I picked up a bottle that said Morningstar Royal , “I wonder what this tastes like? I know Jackass liked something with a similar name.” 

I glanced back at the couple, sneaky mode activated as I uncorked the bottle as quietly as I could and took a tentative sniff. 

I gagged. 

God that smell is vile! How do people drink this?!

I glared at the bottle, feeling very tempted to drink the vile monstrosity in my hand. It was all adults back home would talk about, telling me and every child who would listen, that we should look forward to our 21st birthday. Just going on and on and on about how amazing it is to be able to legally buy and drink alcohol. I was always confused by their insistence. Even though they would always lecture us about drinking too much soda. It was like the rule only applied to every other drink besides alcohol.

I looked it up. Alcohol is definitely the one you don’t want an addiction to compared to pop.

I took a deep breath, determined to at least finally say I’ve tried alcohol. As I was lifting the bottle to my mouth, it was yoinked out of my hands.

“... the fuck?” 

“What are you doing back here kid?” 

I looked to my right, feeling major regret crawling up my spine. I was feeling especially dumb right now for not seeing Husk come down. He was holding the bottle I was about to drink in one hand as he crossed his arms across his chest. He raised a brow and gave me a look that screamed ‘you done fucked up and aren’t getting out of this one’. 

Okay Kit, time to turn into the Nile. 

“I was just exploring,” I quickly began gesturing around with my hand, trying to give off a relaxed aura(emphasis on the word try), “So much happened yesterday. I wanted to actually take some time and see everything.” 

“Uh huh,” Husk uncrossed his arms and placed the bottle back, “And did exploring involve sneaking into behind the fucking bar and attempting to drink the fucking booze?” 

… fuck. 

“What?!” I pinned my ears back, my voice slightly cracking, “Noooo. I was just… reading the bottle!” 

“Reading the bottle?” 

“Yeah!” I could feel my tail starting to wag anxiously as I prayed to the universe that Husk believed me, “I was curious to see what Hell’s beer was labeled as! Would it be just like the brands from the living world?! Or would they be their own kind of brand?! It was a genuine question that needed to be answered!” 

Husk just continued staring at me. I couldn’t read his face. I couldn’t tell if he was believing me or not. I felt my ear flick anxiously. This was not good. I’ve been here one night! How have I already fucked it up?!

“Well now I know, so I guess I’ll just get going then!” 

I made my way to walk past Husk to get out from behind the bar and leave this tense situation behind. But before I could get far, Husk gently grabbed my shoulder. 

Fuck fuck fuck shit bitch fuck crap shit ah!

… wow that was a lot of curse words that didn’t make sense in one sentence.  

“Word of advice kid,” Husk said, giving me a knowing smirk, “If you’re gonna lie, try not to be so fucking obvious.”

… damn it.

“Fine,” I sighed, sagging in on myself, “Yes, I was trying to drink.” 

“I could’ve told you that kid.” 

“In my defense!” I exclaimed as Husk led me out from behind the bar, “I was actually exploring!” 

“Alright kid, whatever you say.” 

“I just never got to try any before. I just wanted to finally see what all the hype was about.” 

“Trust me kid,” Husk said as he had led me to one of the stools in front of the bar, “It ain’t worth it.” 

“But you drink it!” 

Husk raised a brow and gave me an ‘are you serious’ look, “Kid, I’m a grown ass man.” 

“Yeah and technically I’m a grown ass adult!” I crossed my arms, feeling my own temper and stubbornness building. 

“You died at seventeen, kid,” Husk began working behind the bar, getting everything set up for the day, “You are most definitely not old enough. Doesn’t fucking count if you were alive you would be.” 

“Why not?!” 

“Kid, I ain’t fighting you on this. It’s no.” 

“Come on!” 

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“So, is there a reason for this?” 

“Husk stopped Kit from drinking.” 

“Ah.” 

I ignored the rest of the conversation as Charlie was explaining to Angel who had just walked into the dining room what was happening. 

I argued with Husk for what felt like hours at the bar, trying to get him to get the stick out of his ass and let me at least try a sip of alcohol. Husk didn’t budge, instead getting Charlie’s attention and getting her to give me a lecture on the dangers of alcohol and how bad it is. 

…gonna be honest, I fear for my sanity now more than ever.

Since arguing wasn’t working, I’m going with the silent treatment. I truly didn’t wanna drink the alcohol anymore, but my damn pride wasn’t wanting me to let this go so easily. It wanted to prove a point, get the grumpy old man cat to actually listen to my point of view. I also didn’t see why he was all up and worried about me so much. Aren’t we in hell? Shouldn’t underage drinking not be the worst thing to happen down here?

And now here we sat at the table. Both sides at a stalemate and refusing to accept surrender. 

…okay I definitely have been watching too many war movies.

“You’re glaring a hole into the wall there, Piccino.” 

I looked up at Angel, who was now sitting on my right as Charlie went back towards the kitchen and he had a-

“Is that a pig?” 

“Yes,” Angel held up said potbelly pig up and slightly towards me, “This is my precious little bundle of joy, Fat Nuggets.” 

“Aw,” I cooed at the pig, holding my hands to silently ask for permission before I took him from Angel’s arms when I got the okay, “You are just the cutest~ Aw, who’s a little cutie pie~”

Fat Nuggets became very talkative, seeming to know when he was being praised, and was gently pushing his snout into my stomach. 

AHHHHHH MY HEARTTTTT!!!!!

“He likes ya.” 

“He has stolen my heart.” 

“Heh, your eyes do the thing.” 

I looked over at Angel, my ear twitching, “What thing?” 

“The eye widening thing,” Angel gestured to his own eyes, trying to convey what he meant, “It’s something I’ve noticed Whiskers does also. I guess it's a cat thing.” 

“...huh.” 

“...alright seriously,” Angel leaned back into his chair, crossing one set of arms while the other is gesturing towards me and Husk, “All this over a fucking drink?” 

I gently pat Fat Nuggets, look out of the corner of my eye towards Husk who was sitting on my left with his head in his hand with a blank stare on his face.

Guess I can try to explain my strange mind.

“It’s less about the drink,” I said, turning back to Angel, “and more about not wanting to be coddled.” 

“Coddled?” 

“Kit-” 

“Pancakes are ready!” 

I jumped, ignoring Husk’s attempt at talking to me and silently thanking the goofy king for interrupting that conversation with the promise of more of those delicious pancakes. He held out a giant platter of pancakes, his usual suit coat gone and with his red undershirt’s sleeves pushed up. He had also lost the hat, which revealed very slicked back hair. Charlie and Vaggie followed after him, both carrying eggs and… sausage…

“Uh…” I looked down at the little pig in my lap, who just stared at me with a blissfully unaware look and snort.

“Oh it’s beef sausages,” Charlie explained as she sat the platter down, “It has a different taste and texture, but still pretty good.” 

“Oh thank god,” I mumbled, Fat Nuggets just snorting in content, now laying down on my lap, “I would’ve felt extremely guilty with Fat Nuggets here.”

“Oh my, the little snack is still kicking around!” 

I whipped my head towards Alastor who just walked in and was glaring at Fat Nuggets as if he had done him the biggest offense by just simply existence. Fat Nuggets in response seemed happy to see Alastor and began oinking up a storm. 

… Nuggets I’m pretty sure he wants to eat you. Do you have no survival skills?

“Don’t even think about it Al,” Angel said, playfully glaring at Alastor. 

Alastor glared back at Angel, but there didn’t appear to be any true malice… I think. I really couldn’t tell his smile didn’t change. He could put the Cheshire cat’s grin to shame. He just went and sat in his chair at the end of the table. 

Oh, so this is just a recurring joke at this point. Noted. 

I heard a clunk of a plate in front of me. I looked down, shocked to see a fully made plate with three pancakes and loaded with eggs and sausage. I glanced over at Husk, who also had a plate made but not nearly as stacked with food. I opened my mouth to thank him, but then I remembered that I wasn’t supposed to be talking to him. So, I just looked down and began eating the heavenly pancakes. 

“... did we miss something?” Lucifer whispered not so quietly towards Charlie, who had a concerned look on her face. 

“It’s a long story,” Charlie answered, looking like she wanted to keep a somewhat peaceful morning. 

“Oh how entertaining!” Alastor leaned forward, looking between me and Husk with somehow an even bigger grin. 

Sweet baby Jesus, this is getting insane.

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Okay Kit, you got this.

I kept a careful eye on Husk, as he was snoozing away at the bar.

“Should we stop them?” 

“Nah Char,” Angel answered Charlie, looking entertained, “Let them dig their grave.” 

I ignored them, sneaking behind the bar once again. 

After breakfast, Charlie said it would be a free day to allow everyone to relax after the past couple of days. With that in mind, a plan began to form. A devious plan. A plan that surely had no chance of failing… hopefully. I sat with Angel on the couch with Fat Nuggets, listening to him read random stuff that was on whatever social media app he was on. 

Pretty sure he censored it. 

Oh well, got to hear some drama from someone named Heather with some beef she had with Veronica.

Ironic, I know. 

Anyways, as I sat with Angel on the couch, Husk was back behind the bar and just sort of went through the motions of constantly cleaning or working with something. After who knows how long, we heard a thump from the bar. It turned out to be Husk passing out, quiet snores being heard from the grumpy cat. 

And that is where the devious plan was formed and why we are now here.

I ignored Charlie’s concerned whispers as I kept an eye on Husk, his snores not stopping and still passed the fuck out. I quietly walked over to the shelf behind him, not even gonna risk it for any of the alcohol underneath the bar where he was at. I know Jackass would always complain to Thee Bitch about how the bars always hid the best beer underneath the bar, but I ain’t gonna steal the good shit. I just want any alcohol so that I can finally say that I’ve done it. 

I grabbed a bottle that was green and just simply said ‘Booze’ from the shelf. Husk’s ear twitched, but other than that it didn't appear like he was gonna wake up anytime soon. I grinned, feeling proud of making it this far. Looks like I still got it. I held the bottle close to my shirt, well I guess Charlie’s shirt as it was a bright pink baggy shirt that had a giant ass rainbow on it. 

I’m definitely gonna have to get clothes soon. I feel like my little pony had vomited all over me in an attempt to dress me. Thank god I was given black leggings so I didn’t feel too uncomfortable. I did have to cut a hole in them for my wings, which I felt terrible for. 

SHIT. FOCUS KIT!

I couldn’t help but feel cocky as I looked over at Angel and held up the bottle, giving it a gentle shake. Angel gave me a thumbs up, a shit eating smirk on his face. Charlie was looking at me in concern, but also a slightly impressed look on her face. 

I went to step forward but something smacked me in the knee caps. 

“Fuck!” 

In a blur, I was hovering mid-air with the bottle having been snatched out of my hands as I fell. I could feel the dread crawling up my spine. There was truly only one person who could catch me. I looked over my shoulder, a sheepish smile as I looked at the now extra grumpy face of the cat man with the hat. 

“...shit.” 

“I told ya kid,” Husk grumbled, hoisting me up, “The answer was no.” 

I went to answer, but froze as my feet were suddenly off the ground.

… did this motherfucker pick me up like a goddamn kitten?!

“Put me down!” I exclaimed, squirming, “I ain’t a fucking toddler! Put me down you bastard!” 

“Apparently you are,” Husk just walked around the bar, sitting me down on the bar stool once again, “And you also apparently don’t know what the word ‘no’ means.” 

“I know what it means, but why don’t you have better reasons for no?” 

As I asked that, I thought I heard some sort of rock instrumental music begin to play. 

… does hell also have random musical numbers? Shit.

“The answer is no kid,” Husk said, beginning to make his way back to the bar, with a brief jazz sound cutting into the instrumental as he spoke. 

“Fucking christ on a stick.” 

Geuss I’m singing a fucking song about alcohol. Super cliche. It’s like the universe couldn’t think of a better situation to give a song to.

I slammed my hands on the bar, stopping Husk in his tracks before he could get behind the bar again and away from this conversation. 

“ My life seems like a tragedy,

The ones the books have said. ”

“Oh shit, the kid’s definitely serious,” I heard Angel say to Charlie as Husk raised a brow at me. I just continued, waving a hand at my surroundings as I did. 

“ I’ve made due with my reality, 

Ready to now push on ahead. ”

I stood from the stool, putting my arms out wide. 

“ But because of the universe’s audacity,

I have one wish from before I was dead. ”

I crossed my arms, popping my hip and letting the words I’m singing sink in a bit before I continued.

“ So now I’m here asking anxiously, 

For you to grant me one thing before another tear is shed! ”

“Fucking kids,” Husk mumbled as he pinched between his brows. 

“Now you listen here you old man,” I said, hearing the instrumental picking up, “Cause I’m practically begging at this fucking point.” 

“Kid-” 

“Shut it!” 

I interrupted him, jumping up onto the bar with what little grace and athletics I had at the moment. I am just grateful that I didn’t break my neck. 

“ Can I please just have a taste?

These wants can’t be misplaced. 

I just wanna feel that embrace.

I promise it would not be a waste. ” 

I jumped down from the bar, glancing up to see a chandelier on the ceiling. I smirked as I gestured towards it for the next part of the song I somehow knew how to sing. 

“ My wish is dangling like a chandelier.

And I’m ready to face that new frontier.

I truly hope I’ve made myself crystal clear.

Can you please just give me the beer. ”

I gave a proud smirk, feeling like I had won. 

“I’ll give it to ya, 

You got some fucking guts.”

It didn’t last long. 

I felt my smile drop. Husk smirked, the music now having a jazz tune to it.

Seriously, where was the music coming from?! How were we both able to sing on the spot like this?! It’s like the universe was telling our story for us and they decided to make us have song numbers.

“But it's best you now withdraw,

Cause what you want is fucking nuts.” 

Husk walked over to me and noogied the top of my head. 

“Hey!” I hissed as Husk withdrew his hand before I could scratch him. 

“God forbid any of the others saw,

They’d act like a bunch of mutts.”

“Are we just invisible?” Angel said, which earned him a glare from both me and Husk, “Nevermind.” 

“So go ahead and call me an cranky old grandpa,”

I went to speak, but Husk shushed me, placing a finger over my mouth.

“Cause the answer is no and I ain’t taking any if, and, or buts.”

I glared at Husk, “Come on! Why the fuck-” 

Husk interrupted me as the music went back into sounding like a chorus but now with a jazz swing to it. 

“So you say you want a taste?

Well, it seems you forgot about something in your haste.

It will leave a terrible aftertaste.

I promise, it would be quite a waste.” 

“Oh for the love of-” 

“Sh,” Angel shushed me, now beside me, “It’s rare to hear Whiskers sing.” 

“There are certain rules that I adhere. 

You see it like it’s just a pretty pier.

But let me make myself crystal clear.

No way in hell I’m giving you the beer.” 

“ No?! Why the hell not! ”

I stormed up and glared at Husk as he just crossed his arms and looked down at me. 

“Trust me kid, no reason to be distraught.”

Husk rolled his eyes, seeming to not be taking anything I was singing seriously. 

“ I am technically old enough! ”

“Sorry kid, but my mind is made up.”

Husk finally turned away, apparently done with this whole thing. 

Oh HELL no.

“ Why do you fucking care?! ”

“Because I’ve seen enough of this in my fucking career!”

I growled at Husk as he whipped back around, with a glare on his face and his ears down. I couldn’t help feeling angry. What did he fucking know? He doesn’t know me!

“ Fucking listen! It won’t be a waste! ”

“Oh please! You’ll gag at the fucking aftertaste!”

“ Can’t your worries just be misplaced! ”

“I ain’t pulling out the fucking mint toothpaste!”

“What’s going on?”

“Sh dad!”

“ Give it a rest you old queer! ” 

“Jeez kid, you ain’t gotta sneer!”

“ Just give me the mother fucking beer! / I ain’t giving you the mother fucking beer!”

And the song was over.

…

“That was quite the display!” 

We both turned our glares away from each other, caught off guard by Alastor’s sudden comment. The whole hotel minus Cherri Bomb and Niffty were behind us. Angel somehow had a bucket of popcorn. Charlie looked extremely concerned. Vaggie looked like she was trying to figure out what the hell she just witnessed. Alastor looked like he just witnessed the best thing ever. Lucifer was… eating popcorn as well? Didn't expect that. 

“... I was just hungry,” Lucifer said with a mouth full of popcorn. 

I took a deep breath. 

I lost control. 

I can’t lose control. 

Goddamn it Kit, you promised. 

“Kid,” Husk broke the silence, “Why are you so damn insistent on this?” 

“It uh,” I crossed my arms, fighting the urge to itch, “I don’t know! I mean, how about we question why we were able to sing like that?! I mean, where did that music come from?! And why did it only sound like rock when I was singing?! What-” 

“Kit,” Husk interrupted, cutting my ramble short, “You don’t have to explain yourself. You can just say you don’t wanna talk about it.” 

“...oh.” 

“Never been told that before?”

“I mean, not really?” 

“Tell ya what kid,” Husk grabbed the bottle from earlier from the top of the bar and held it up by his head, “We’ll play a game.” 

“A game?” 

“Oo~ Drama~” Angel and Lucifer said, clutching onto their popcorn buckets tightly.

…are the buckets filled with unlimited popcorn?

“A simple game of blackjack,” as Husk said this, he walked over towards a small table that was near the bar, “You win, you get to try the alcohol you’ve been desperately trying to get to all day.” 

“Okay? And if you win?” 

“You'll never try and sneak around my bar ever again or try and drink alcohol in this hotel ever again.” 

“... but what if I need to sneak around the bar?” 

Husk deadpanned. I just smiled. 

“Are you being fucking serious?” 

“I am as serious as serious can get.” 

Husk pinched between his brows with a sigh, “You can go behind the bar when there is an emergency. Deal?” 

“Deal!” I pratically skipped over to the table, “I am ready for the sweet taste of victory in my mouth!” 

“Don’t be so sure about that kid.” 

“It’s Blackjack. I got this!” 

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“I do not got this.” 

I slammed my head onto the table as Husk chuckled, beating me for the fifteenth time in a row. The whole hotel was still watching, with Cherri and Niffty appearing out of nowhere to watch this sad turn of events. At one point, Alastor was announcing the whole spectacle, which definitely made me make more mistakes for awhile before Charlie made him stop. 

“Give up kid?” 

“...fine,” I groaned, not even raising my head off the table as I heard an ‘aw man’ from Lucifer and the sound of money being exchanged. 

“Told ya short king. Whiskers had this in the bag.” 

I couldn’t hold back the groan as I heard Angel brag about how obviously outmatched I was playing against Husk. 

“Deals a deal kid.” 

I lifted my head and placed it down on it’s side as I watched Husk carry the bottle back with him to the bar. 

I sighed. I thought I was good at Blackjack. I remember all the games I use to win when I played with the choir kids. They could be pretty serious with their games where you were betting mega lollies. I remember constantly walking out of those games with a crap ton of lollies for days. It was also nice to have some hidden treats to sneak to-

“Don’t be to put down about it little Gattina,” Angel said, gently placing a hand on my shoulder and giving me a gentle smile, “When it comes to any card game, Husk has it mastered.” 

“I believe that now,” I grumbled. 

“He can even do magic tricks.” 

“Really?!” I sat up in my chair, my ears perking up and a glow of wonder in my eyes.

“Oh yes,” Angel continued, a genuine smile on his face as he turned towards Husk who was now slightly red in the face and trying to look like he couldn’t hear him, “He’s so good at them, I genuinely think he has to have some sort of real magic to pull it off.” 

“That’s amazing!” 

“I know right?!” 

“Чертов паук и его чертовы комплименты. Клянусь, он делает это, чтобы вывести меня из себя,” Husk grumbled as he continued to reorganize the bar with an even redder face.

“You know russian Husk,” Charlie asked, reminding me that the others were in the room as well. 

“I know quite a few languaged Princess,” Husk responded, his poker face back on full display. 

“What kinds!” I exclaim, rushing over to the bar and jumping up and down in excitement. 

Husk blinked, caught off guard by my sudden mood change but just rolled with it, “Russian, English, German, Spanish, French, and Italian.” 

“Damnnnnnn,” I sat down, my tail swishing back and forth non-chalantly, “Wish I could do that! I only know very little Spanish, and that’s cause of a crappy school system. I only know how to curse people out really because of some people I got along with who were hispanic.”

“You know the essentials,” Husk commented, a smirk on his face. 

“Hell yeah I do!” 

“You know Italian?” Angel asked, sitting down next to me at the bar. 

“Sì, conosco l'italiano. Non è la mia lingua migliore, ma ne so abbastanza per sostenere una conversazione.”

It was suddenly Angel’s turn to go red in the face as Husk gave him a shit eating smirk as he spoke fluent Italian. I kept silent, mentally squealing with how cute these two were acting. 

“Cosa c'è che non va, Angel? Pensavo che saresti stato felice di avere qualcun altro che parlasse italiano qui.”

Husk leaned slightly forward on the bar as he spoke, causing Angel to get even redder in the face. 

Despite being an entirely other language, it was easy to tell they were flirting.

“Fanculo, figlio di puttana.”

Angel mumbled as he went from being all white to all red in record speed. 

“Stai ancora cercando di portarmi a letto bella?”

“You do know there is a child here right?” Lucifer said, coming up and covering my ears as he spoke. 

That apparently snapped both men out of whatever bubble they were in as they both jumped back with their faces burning red.

Charlie decided now was the best time to redirect everyone’s attention towards dinner. Everyone quickly moved on with the promise of food. As we all walked over, I couldn’t but feel confused on the fact that I didn’t flinch when Lucifer had covered my ears. 

… that was weird. 

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“Is this going to happen every night kid?” 

“No,” I yawned, stumbling a little as I attempted to walk to my room, “I can make it back just fine. You don’t need to worry about me.” 

“Sure you are Piccino.” 

After eating another delicious dinner and having the most food than I’ve ever had in a day, I felt my body get all sluggish and my brain go into sleepy mode. Everyone moved to the sitting area to just chat about before bed, but it was very hard to focus on any conversation when I was fighting sleep for most of it. I apparently wasn’t subtle or he was watching me like a damn hawk cause Husk claimed I needed to head to bed. I tried to fight it, but of course my body decided that moment to let out the biggest yawn ever to the point I felt tears welling up in my eyes. 

That got everyone(excluding Alastor and Niffty cause… obviously) to also say I needed to head to bed. Husk and Angel both volunteered to walk me back since they were certain I was just going to pass out in one of the hallways and not even make it back. 

I guess they were right… I guess… I hate that I’m saying that. 

We made it to my floor before my body just decided to shut down and I went falling forward.

“Shit!” Angel exclaimed as he and Husk caught me before I could meet the ground. 

“I knew they wouldn’t make it,” Husk grumbled, before I felt myself being lifted as my eyes were half open half close. 

“Damn Whiskers,” I heard Angel whisper, “You’re lifting them like they weigh nothing.” 

“That’s the thing Angel,” Husk answered, his voice the softest I’ve heard it, “They don’t weigh anything.”

“What do ya mean?”

“I mean they don’t seem to weigh like someone their height. They weigh like someone a whole foot shorter than them.” 

“...you don’t think?” 

“I have to guess.” 

Angel mumbled something in Italian that I couldn’t make out as I heard a door open. All I remember is feeling a soft bed as I passed out fully. 

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Chapter Text

Beer: 

Chapter: Pleaseeeeeeee! I want to try thee alcohol!!!!!!

This song will be Kit’s first song and is how they are gonna try and convince Husk to let them try some alcohol. (Husk, Kit)

Verse: 

My life seems like a tragedy,

The ones the books have said.

I’ve made due with my reality, 

Ready to now push on ahead.

But because of the universe’s audacity,

I have one wish from before I was dead.

So now I’m here asking anxiously, 

You to grant me one thing before another tear is shed!

Chorus: 

Can I please just have a taste?

These wants can’t be misplaced. 

I just wanna feel that embrace.

I promise it would not be a waste. 

My wish is dangling like a chandelier.

And I’m ready to face that new frontier.

I truly hope I’ve made myself crystal clear.

Can you please just give me the beer.

Verse:

I’ll give it to ya, 

You got some fucking guts.

But it's best you now withdraw,

Cause what you want is fucking nuts.

God forbid any of the others saw,

They’d act like a bunch of mutts.

So go ahead and call me an cranky old grandpa,

Cause the answer is no and I ain’t taking any if, and, or buts.

Chorus:

So you say you want a taste?

Well, it seems you forgot about something in your haste.

It will leave a terrible aftertaste.

I promise, it would be quite a waste.

There are certain rules that I adhere. 

You see it like it’s just a pretty pier.

But let me make myself crystal clear.

No way in hell I’m giving you the beer.

Verse:

No?! Why the hell not!

Trust me kid, no reason to be distraught.

I am technically old enough!

Sorry kid, but my mind is made up.

Why do you fucking care?!

Because of seen enough of this in my fucking career!

Chorus:

Fucking listen! It won’t be a waste!

Oh please! You’ll gag at the fucking aftertaste!

Can’t your worries just be misplaced!

I ain’t pulling out the fucking mint toothpaste!

Give it a rest you old queer!

Kid, you ain’t gotta sneer!

Just give me the mother fucking beer! / I ain't giving the mother fucking beer!

Voices that sound like Kit's singing voice: 

• PEGGY
• Paramore
• Delilah Bon
• Olivia Rodrigo
• Lauren Spencer Smith
• Jax
• This one is just a special skill, cause they can make their voice extremely high pitched and sound like a creepy doll
  • Lizz Robinett

Chapter Text

There was darkness.

I looked around, confused about the strange void that I was in. I was floating in an endless pit. It felt like there was something heavy holding me up in this nothingness, but I couldn’t see anything to hold me up. I heard faint voices overlapping. I felt uneasy as I recognized a few of those voices. 

“Hello?” I called into the darkness, spinning around hoping for some answer to this madness. 

“You ungrateful bitch!” 

I felt my heart stop as I heard a familiar voice followed by the all knowing slap.

No. 

Not her. 

Anyone but her. 

In front of me, like I was looking through a foggy looking glass, I saw a very familiar room. I saw a young me, curled up on the ground holding my cheek in pain as Thee Bitch towered over me. My long red hair cascaded over my face, as I could hear the quiet sniffles coming from me. Thee Bitch was standing over me, clutching her right fist and holding up an empty jar of peanuts. 

“You know the fucking rules!” She exclaimed, her red short curly hair appearing to be alive as she was practically skating while holding the jar towards me, “You eat what you are given! You are not allowed anywhere near my pantry you little shit!” 

“It wasn’t me,” my younger self whimpered, “I swear.” 

I turned away, knowing the rest quite well. 

It didn’t do anything, because a different memory started playing in its place. 

No matter where I turned, another memory would play. None of them were good. Memories of Thee Bitch mixed with Jackass scattered everywhere, slowly starting to overlap. I covered my ears and closed my eyes, trying to cut out all the noise. 

It just got louder.

“Kiara!” 

“Kit!” 

“Avah? Hillary?”

I began looking around, trying to find them.

“Help!” 

“Where are you?!” 

“Avah! HIllary! Where are you?!” 

I felt myself suddenly start plummeting down at a rapid pace. The voices got louder and louder as I continued to fall faster and faster. 

“Fuck!” 

I fell off of my bed and felt excruciating pain flare up from my entire body. I just laid on the ground, a blanket tangled around me as I took shaky breaths in. I looked around, recognizing my room in the hotel, and breathed a sigh of relief. 

“It was just a dream. Thank god…I’m probably not gonna sleep any more.” 

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“Look what the cat dragged in!” 

“Shut the fuck up,” I grumbled, flipping Angel off as I plopped my tired ass on what had been deemed my chair. 

I slammed my head on the table. I had found out I had woken up at around 1 in the morning. I tried going back to sleep, but it was like my body was stuck in fight or flight. I decided to just suffer my fate and finally got on the computer I had in my room to get it set up. It was a pretty straight forward process and did take me the rest of the night to get it all done. I now had some access to the internet of hell. 

I’m not quite sure what the name of it down here is, but that’s a later Kit problem. 

Charlie had knocked on my door and got me to come down for breakfast, since I had not come down early like the past couple days. I had to fight the urge to snap at her, since I had finally snuffed the fear but it was now all replaced with nothing but anger. 

Anger at myself. 

Anger at the memories. 

But I was especially angry at my brain. 

I hate my damn brain. Of course the moment I’m slowly starting to get comfortable, it decides to act up and give me nightmares. I’m not allowed to forget apparently. 

What I would give to be able to forget it all. 

“You look like shit kid,” Husk said, sitting down next to me. 

“Thanks Captain Obvious,” I grumbled, not even bothering to lift my head up off the table, “I thought I was in tip fucking shape.” 

“What’s got your panties in a twist,” Cherri said, apparently going to eat breakfast here for once. 

I grumbled, really not feeling up to talking at the moment as I just flipped Cherri off as well. 

“Have they been like this all morning,” I heard Husk whisper not so quietly above me. 

“So far yes,” Angel responded, also in a not so quiet whisper. 

“Do you know why?” 

“Couldn’t tell ya.” 

“Some help you are.” 

“Hey! You asked!” 

“I’m right here fuckers,” I grumbled, flipping off Husk now, completing the triangle, “I can hear you.”

“Breakfast!” 

I felt my stomach turn at the thought of attempting to eat right now. Biscuits and gravy was made, and it did smell so good. Despite that, the smell was making me feel slightly nauseous. Just the thought of throwing up made me feel queasy. I could already feel the phantom pain that comes with it. 

Without saying anything, I stood up and began walking out of the dining room. 

“Where are you going kid?” Husk asked, stopping me in my tracks. 

“I’ll eat later,” I walked out the door. 

“Kid-” 

The door shut behind me, cutting off whatever Husk was about to say. 

I did feel kind of bad for cutting him off, but it was either that or risk losing it on everyone. 

They don’t need to know about my problems… 

They’re letting me stay just because of my age… 

They feel bad for seeing a teenager down here. That is it…. 

If I was just a year older, they probably would have thrown someone like me into the street as soon as they could… 

…

… I need some mind numbing tv time right now. 

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“Whatcha doing Piccino?” 

“Watching Killjoy be a bitch,” I grumbled, curled up on the couch with a random scratchy blanket I found wrapped around me. 

What I would give to have my fluffy blanket with me. 

My wounds were healing extremely fast, to the point that I could move my wings with them only being stiff from not moving them for a few days. I’m pretty sure that I might even be able to start flying again in the next day or two. 

“That sounds boring,” Angel crossed his arms as he stared at me with an unreadable expression. 

“It is.” 

Angel raised a hand, looking like he wanted to say something else, but decided against it and just sat next to me on the couch. I mentally thanked Angel for noticing that I wasn’t in the best mood to talk. He just sat next to me, pulling out his phone to scroll on it. 

However, before he could, he suddenly growled as he glared at something on his phone. 

“maledetto Val e il suo dannato culo cieco. Perché deve essere così dannatamente fastidioso?” 

My ear twitched as I tilted my head towards Angel, confused at the sudden mood shift from the usually chipper… bug man? Spider man? 

I truly don’t know if he is a spider or bug. 

“Cosa ti ha fatto arrabbiare così tanto, Angel?” Husk asked as he walked by us and straight to the bar. 

He gave me a glance, but decided to not say anything. 

“Valentino,” Angel growled, chucking his phone down beside him on the couch. 

Husk mumbled something in another language under his breath. French maybe? It definitely didn’t sound like Italian or Russian. 

“Who’s Valentino?” I asked, feeling concerned about the fact that this random person has gotten Angel in such a bad mood just by simply existing. 

“He’s a piece of shit overlord. One of the many in this hellhole,” Angel said, crossing his arms. 

“На днях я убью эту суку-мотылька,” Husk grumbled. 

“What’s an overlord?” 

Record scratch.

…literally. 

Alastor had just walked into the room and apparently was beyond shocked by my question. They all were. I heard a thud as Husk dropped a bottle on the bar. Angel was staring at me with big ass eyes and his mouth agape. 

I swear I heard a cricket in the room.

“... Is this a He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named scenario?” 

“Do you know anything about hell kid?” Husk asked as he walked over from behind the bar and stood beside me. 

“I know it looks like someone dyed the whole place red,” I shrugged, kicking the blanket off of me, “Other than that, I don’t know anything about it.” 

I glared at the blanket. 

It was way too scratchy. 

It was making me angry spaghetti. 

“Shit Piccino,” Angel turned to face me fully, “It’s a miracle you still own your own soul with how little you know about hell.” 

“What do you mean own my soul? It’s my soul. Who else could own it?” 

“Overlords.” 

“... heh?” 

“Humans who fall down here are called sinners,” Husk explained, his arms crossed as he explained, “And sinners are able to hand over ownership of their souls to overlords.” 

“...What?!” 

“Overlords are sinners who obtained power from souls,” Angel gestured towards Alastor, “One such example is our very own smiles over here.” 

“You’re an overlord?” 

“Why yes,” Alastor stood proudly, “I am a very influential overlord.” 

“... huh,” I looked over at Angel in concern. 

Angel sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, “I was a dumbass and made the biggest mistake of my afterlife. That’s all I’ll say.” 

I felt my chest tighten at the realization that Angel had sold his soul. I don’t know why it bothered me so much to think about that. Angel was really nice to me. 

I mean, I know it was more out of pity, but still. It counts as something. 

I thought I heard a weird sound behind me, but decided to ignore it. 

“Valentino is a part of the three Vees,” Angel continued, an annoyed look on his face. 

“Fucking headache just thinking about them,” Husk growned, holding a hand up to his forehead. 

I looked over at Alastor, who also looked ticked off at the thought of these Vees. 

“...damn these guys must be a piece of work.” 

“Oh yes dear Kit,” Alastor spoke up, gesturing extravagantly with his left hand, “I have quite a history with old Vox. He is quite persistent on wanting revenge. It is quite pathetic.” 

“He’s an obsessed bitch,” Angel rolled his eyes, though he did give me a knowing smirk, “Hence why Valentino and Velvette are there to keep him on a leash.” 

I gave a quiet chuckle. 

“Vox runs most of the technology and tv stations here,” Angel continued, apparently in full teacher mode, “Which, honestly is not the best to be honest.” 

“Who’s Velvette?” I asked, trying to avoid talking about this Valentino. 

“Velvette is alrightish,” Angel admitted, pulling up a very popular… sinstagram page, “She runs most social media and fashion. She’s still a bitch but is somehow the nicest out of the three of them.” 

“I’m assuming that’s not hard to do.” 

“Especially with someone like Valentino.” 

Next thing I know, I get a ten minute rant from Angel and Husk about the shitty person that Valentino is. Apparently he ran all the adult only films… which I know means porn. 

I’m 17. 

I may be young and ace but I am not an idiot.

He also practically ran many of the clubs of hell, and the ones he didn't would be the only decent places. He still would sometimes go there, apparently to hire “fresh meat” for his films. Angel kept going on and on about how terrible he is and told me about just a few of the things he has done. 

As I heard more and more things he did, the more disgusted and angry I was getting. How could someone be this vile? I mean, I knew this was hell, but there has got to be some sort of way to keep someone from being this awful to others. 

I finally asked the question I have been avoiding since the start. 

“You said you sold your soul,” I grumbled, clenching my fists, “Who did you sell it to?” 

Angel sighed, running a hand through his hair with a defeated look on his face.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” I whispered, feeling slightly bad for possibly crossing a boundary . 

“It’s fine Piccino,” Angel gave me a small smile, a sad look in his eyes, “Charlie did say I should be a bit more open with people.” 

“Can you at least tell me if your soul is owned by one of the Vees?”

Angel bowed his head. 

…

That was all the answer I needed. 

I dug my claws into the cushion, feeling angry at the situation. I haven’t even scratched the surface on who those three are, but I already had enough to know that they were beyond terrible. The fact that these three were this upset by the thought of them was enough. 

And Angel was stuck with them. 

He had to deal with these people on the daily. 

He obviously was not happy about it at all. 

This welcoming and fun-loving guy was trapped with those three.

“The fuck?”

I blinked, getting dragged out of my thoughts. I turned to Husk, and my jaw dropped.

 I deeply regret ignoring the sound behind me. 

One of the pointy hell plants that was in a pot in the corner of the room had grown all of a sudden, the thorns on it enjarged and now on the floor. The viney plant looked like it was crawling towards me, but stopped once I noticed. As I’m trying to process what possibly happened, I finally noticed the tingling coming from my hands. I lifted them up, feeling my heart stop as I saw the misty green fairy magic looking stuff coming from my hands. 

…Was Ms. Emily right? 

“You got magic kid?” Husk asked, walking out from behind the bar and looking between me and the plant. 

I couldn’t answer. I just simpled nodded in awe as I walked over to the plant. 

As I got close, the plant began moving again, wiggling frantically like an angry worm with pointy spikes. I held my hand close, but the magic and plant kept going. 

“Stop,” I grumbled, reaching a hand out hesitantly and trying to get it to stop. 

All it did was make the plant flop around more aggressively. 

“Interesting,” Alastor looked on in curiosity at the situation. 

Very helpful you walking tampon.

“Come on. Turn off you weird ass magic girl show shit.” 

The more frustrated I got, the wilder the plant got and the bigger it got. 

“Петарда,” Husk held his hands out, “You gotta calm down kid.” 

“I’m trying,” I growled, the plant getting even bigger. 

“Piccino,” Angel whispered, walking up behind me, “Andrà tutto bene.”

I clenched my fists, getting really fed up with everything. The nightmare. My thoughts. The weakness I was feeling. I hated it all. 

“Piccino-” 

“Go away!” 

Thud

…

…

I felt my heart stop…

…

“Shit. Fottere.” 

…

“Angel, are you okay?” 

“What’s going on?” 

“¿Y ahora qué?” 

…

I couldn’t breath… 

The plant finally stopped moving and flopped onto the ground. Angel was sitting on the ground, holding one of his hands to his face seething through his teeth in pain. Charlie and Vaggie had walked in. There was blood. 

…

I made him bleed…

…

I hurt him…

…

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Kit,” Husk whispered, looking up at me from beside Angel.

But I didn’t give him a chance to say anything. 

I ran.

…

I fucked it up again.

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…Keep going… 

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…Don’t stop… 

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…You fucked up…

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…You know what happens when you fuck up…

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I felt the tears pricking at my eyes but kept running. 

I could faintly hear people cursing me out as I ran by them, but I didn’t care. I just kept going. As I ran, I slowly noticed the change around me. The demons and buildings around me slowly changed into a more typical human city with a lot of demons with very similar appearances walking around. I finally slowed down, my body starting to cramp and hurt from the frantic running I’ve done.  

I shakily leaned against the wall at the beginning of an alley, a buzz spinning around in my head as I was fuzzy all over. I sat down, gripping tightly at my knees as I spiraled. 

I hurt him. 

How could I have hurt him?!

You’re a monster. 

It was an accident.

You should’ve known better.

He helped me. 

It was out of pity, and you just lost it.

I should’ve been more careful. 

Of course you hurt him. 

He keeps calling me a nickname.

Probably calling you weak and useless. 

I am weak and useless.

Of course you are.

“Oh dear.” 

A heavy southern accent temporarily breaking me out of my head. I looked up, my whole body shaking as I could vaguely see the outlines of two demons standing next to me. 

“Sallie May!” 

“I see them Mills!” 

I curled up, trying to get some control back as I heard a second heavy southern accent. 

But I couldn’t…

…

… I can’t breathe …

…

“Dearie?” 

I stiffened as I felt a small hand gently placed on my shoulder. As soon as I did, the hand quickly retreated. 

“They're having an anxiety attack,” the first voice said, a lot softer and closer, “Run and get Moxxie to bring the anxiety kit?” 

“The what kit?” 

“Mox will get it, go!” 

“Alright alright!” 

I took shaky breaths, trying to get it together. There was a stranger. I could hurt them. 

I don’t want to hurt them.

I don’t want to be like them. 

“It’s gonna be okay sugar,” the voice whispered, a motherly tone in their voice, “Listen to my voice dearie. Nod or shake your head, do you not want me to touch you?” 

I took a deep breath, the buzzing still there as I shook my head slowly. 

“Alrighty, do you want me to keep talking?” 

…I nodded again. It was helping somewhat. 

“Sure thing. You are one lucky demon. Me and my sis were just heading back to my office before she went back home-” 

And she kept talking, talking about anything and everything on her mind. 

I didn’t fully get all of what she was saying, but it was helping. The fuzzy was dying down and I could properly see the demon in front of me. She was on the shorter side, with all red skin and black horns on her head. She was wearing black overalls and had a typical pointy demon tail that you think of from the old cartoons. Her hair was black and just above her shoulders. There were a few white spots on her arms. As she continued talking, I nodded along, the buzz in my body also slowly dying down. 

“Millie!” 

A shrill voice called out, and the woman before me turned her head in acknowledgement. 

“Did ya bring it Mox?” the demon sitting with me, Millie, asked the new demon at the entrance of the alley. 

Another short demon was standing, with similar appearance to Millie besides their white hair and their horns. Their horns were black and white stripped and thicker. They were wearing a sort of suit. 

“Yeah,” they stuttered, holding out a duffle bag half their body size as they looked at me with wide eyes, “Yeah. Here.” 

 Millie grabbed the bag and quickly opened it. 

I squeezed my eyes shut, scared of what was gonna be in that bag. 

…

I felt something weighted and soft in my hands. 

I opened my eyes again, and there was a demon looking stuffed goat in my hands with spikes down its back like a stegosaurus. It was weighted and covered in incredibly soft fur. I didn’t hesitate another second before I squeezed the goat. I took a deep breath, slowly beginning to do my counting exercises. My ears were no longer ringing and twitching as I could actually hear again. I could hear car horns and yelling in the distance. 

“There we go dearie,” Millie whispered, a small smile on her face as she held the bag on her side, “Are you okay to stand?” 

I shook my head slowly, knowing I would be a shaking mess and embarrass myself further. 

“Alrighty,” Millie crossed her legs in front of her, “Then we’ll just relax here until you feel like you're ready to stand. That work sweetie?” 

I nodded my head, continuing to take deep breaths.

“My name is Millie,” Millie gestured to herself before pointing to the demon still awkwardly standing there, “That’s my husband Moxxie. Sal is probably still in the office.” 

“Hi there,” Moxie rubbed the back of his neck as he waved an awkward hello to me. 

I smiled, offering a small wave back in return. 

“I’m glad Billy is working for you,” Moxie said, a forced smile on his face, “Our boss has been trying to swap it out with a horse, but goats are cuddlier.” 

“You’ve never interacted with a goat Mox,” Millie rolled her eyes with a playful smile.

“True, but the goat stuffed animals are always the softest so it’s gotta be true.” 

“And since when did it have the name Billy?” 

“Just now. I made it up on the spot.”

I snorted, shaking my head as I quietly laughed. Millie was looking at her husband with fondness as they playfully bickered about the goat.

Ah fuck, these two are sickly sweet. 

I shakily pushed myself up the wall, Millie and Moxxie both jumping up and closer to me with their arms outstretched. I stood a good foot taller above them at least, but they both were ready to help. I felt my eyes drooping, the adrenaline wearing off. 

“I’m okay,” I whispered, my voice hoarse and quiet, “Just tired.”  

“Alright,” Millie walked up to my right, her husband on my left, “Let’s get you inside then.” 

“Slow steps,” Moxie said, giving an air pat on my shoulder. 

I smiled in relief.

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“Let me get this straight. You found a random person on the side of the road and decided to bring them in?”

“Well, yeah.” 

“...alright.” 

I rolled my eyes as the wolf husky lady left the room, no longer questioning it. 

I was sitting in a rundown office lobby, with wallpaper peeling and rugged furniture. There was a fishtank in the corner, I think with a type of eel. There were a bunch of posters around the room, advertising circus acts. A few dead plants here and there. I was sitting on the rugged couch in the room, with Millie sitting on the opposite side of the couch and Moxxie standing right by her. 

“Thank you for your help,” I whispered, still clutching Billy the goat.

“It’s no problem sweetie,” Millie gave a small smile as her husband put a gentle hand on her shoulder. 

“I’m Kit, by the way,” I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling bad for the late introduction.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Kit,” Moxxie said with a smile, “But why were you in the alley?” 

My smile fell. 

“Moxxie!” Millie gently smacked Moxxie.

“Sorry!” 

“It’s fine,” I sighed, curling my tail around my waist, “I just…” 

Fuck. What do I say that won’t scare them away?

“I promise you can tell us, and we won’t judge,” Mollie tilted her head with a gentle smile. 

“Only if you’re comfortable,” Moxie added quickly. 

I clutched Billy closer, my ears pinning back. 

“I hurt my friend,” I whispered, feeling the tears pricking at my eyes, “He was just trying to help me.”  

“Oh Kit,” Mollie held a handout to me, though stopped before touching me, remembering what I had said earlier. 

“I don’t know why I’m so shaken about it,” I chuckled humorlessly, “It was bound to happen.” 

“What was bound to happen?” Moxie asked. 

As Moxxie asked that, I heard a soft rock ballad begin playing. 

Guess it’s time for a show. 

“ I am confused and scared.

I don’t know why I’m like this. ”

I pulled my feet up onto the couch beneath me while Moxxie and Millie were looking at me confused and concerned. 

“ The pain inside is beyond compared.

Guess my life decided to take the piss. ”

I looked down at Billy, his little beady eyes staring up at me. 

“ I am screaming till I am heard

Cause I am drowning in this dark abyss. ”

I looked over at the two, feeling the tears finally falling. 

How embarrassing. 

“ But this is something I can’t afford.

I will only bring them down to their fucking knees.

And I pray~ ”

“Kit dear?” Millie whispered. 

I stood up, leaving Billy on the couch as I walked towards the window. 

“ I can’t hide it any longer.

I’m a lamb led to slaughter. ” 

I clenched the windowsill, forcing the tears to not fall. 

“ I work harder to appear stronger.

With this act I deserve a fucking oscar. ”

I pulled my hands close, feeling the shaking building up. 

“ I’m a motherfucking impostor.

I wish there were things that I could alter. ”

I heard light footsteps behind me as I took a shaky breath and stared at my faint reflection in the window. 

“ Without this I would surely prosper.

Instead this reflection only shows a monster. ”

I felt a couple tears manage to sneak by me. 

I can’t believe I’m unloading to a bunch of strangers. Maybe this is why therapy is popular.

“You’re looking at this all wrong dear.”

Millie walked up to my right, giving me a sad smile. 

“There is no need to frown.” 

Moxie joined in, walking up my left. 

“The damage may seem severe.” 

“But you can still turn this all around.” 

They walked behind me, causing me to turn around, curious to see what they would do. 

“If you continue to live in fear.”

“You’ll forever be stuck underground.”

Millie walked up and gently reached up to wipe away my tears. 

“So let’s wipe away those tears.”

Moxxie came up, looking up with a reassuring smile. 

“And let’s retrieve your crown.”

“And we say~.”

I tilted my head, my ears flicking slightly. 

“You don’t need to hide any longer.

These demons you can conquer.”

Moxxie pointed to the sky with one hand behind his back like he was stating a fact.

“You’re already so much stronger.”

Millie jumped in, holding her fists up in a fighting stance.

“You show them your a boxer.”

“Wait what?” I chuckled, confused as all hell.

“Don’t question it,” Moxxie answered with a simple smile, 

“You are not an imposter.”

“There is nothing you have to alter.”

Millie and Moxxie both held out their hands to me. 

“You have the tools to prosper.

For you are not a monster.”

I felt the tingle frome arilier again, my heart dropping at the familiar feeling. As the song continued, I took a deep breath and made sure to put as much space between me and them. I could see the once dead plants gaining back some life slowly. 

“ I hurt everyone I touch .”

“There is always a bigger picture.”

Moxxie eyed the suddenly growing plants but made no comment on them. I took a shaky breath as I tried to at least hold some form of control. 

“ A monster should be treated as such .”

“You are your own victor.”

Millie gave me a reassuring smile, reminding me that she could’ve have easily hurt me in that alley, but chose not to. 

“ It is all just too much .”

“Believe us when we say your not stuck to a strict scripture.”

I took a deep breath, the instrumental slowing and the plants no longer growing as fast. 

“ I thought I was a nobody foster .”

“But you are so much stronger.”

“You have a fate you can alter.”

Moxxie held out Billy to me, bringing a genuine smile to my face.

“These demons you can conquer.”

I squeezed Billy, the plants slowly dieing once again. Maybe I just needed to hear someone not call me a mistake. 

Heaven knows I would not be that person. 

“ Maybe I’m not an imposter .”

“You don’t have to ponder.” 

“You are better than an ex-mobster.”

“You are not a monster./ I am not a monster .”

And with that the song finally ended. 

…

“What in the nine circles of hell?” 

We all looked towards the meeting room. Sallie May, Millie’s sister that had helped me, was staring at the three of us in utter confusion. 

…shit.

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“Fancy place you got here kid!” 

I just nodded, wringing my tail anxiously as Billy sat on the seat next to me. 

After calming down and explaining the situation to them, came the 5 stages of grief that everyone apparently goes through when they learn about my age. Afterwards, Millie became dead set on taking me back to the hotel. I hesitated, worried about the chaos that would happen when I would go back. Moxxie and Sallie May agreed with Millie, however, so I was outvoted. 

We all piled into their business van and I had to awkwardly describe where I was staying without knowing the actual name. Thankfully, as soon as I mentioned Charlie they knew where I was staying. Turns out the hotel was originally named the Happy Hotel, but was later changed to Hazbin Hotel. They apparently were in the news recently which is why they knew where it was.

Anyways, we were now parked in front of the hotel, with the others piling out of the van. I took a deep breath, following the others out and squeezing Billy for dear life. 

I don’t really know if Moxxie is ever getting this stuffie back. 

We walked up the hill, my anxiety skyrocketing to the roof. Sallie May was standing on my left, with Moxxie and Millie walking in front of us. Sallie May hasn’t really said anything, but in a way that feels like she is ready to listen but don’t expect any life-changing advice from her. 

Millie knocked on the door, with a crash following shortly after. 

My ears pinned back.

Shit, that doesn’t sound good.

“Hello,” Charlie opened the door, her hair tossled and her eyes closed with a tight smile, “Sorry, we are currently dealing with a situation.”

“Sorry to bother you Ms. Morningstar,” Millie held her hands together infront of her, a small smile on her face, “But we were just helping someone get home.” 

Charlie finally opened her eyes, and stared at me in shock. 

“H…hey Charlie,” I whispered, my tail tucking and curling around my leg, “Sorry for running off like that. I get if you don’t want-”

I was cut off by a strong hug as I accidentally dropped Billy. 

Poor Billy. 

“Thank satan you’re okay,” Charlie whispered, her voice breaking. 

I felt the tears threatening to fall, but I cleared my throat. 

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, all I could manage before I would start crying. 

Charlie gave me one last squeeze before she took a step back from me. 

“Charlie we don’t have time to-” 

I felt my heart skip a beat. 

I looked behind Charlie, feeling my anxiety spike at seeing Angel and Husk standing in the doorway, with Vaggie and Lucifer slightly behind them. I couldn’t help but glance at Angel’s cheek, though I guess his…fur? Hair? I’m not sure. Anyways, it was covering whatever mark I had made, so he looked like it had never happened. 

“I-”

Angel ran up, falling to his knees and squeezing the air out of me.

I blinked, feeling a few tears falling as Angel hugged me tightly. I clench my fists, trying so hard not to hug him back. I didn’t deserve that. 

“Dove sei stato, ragazzo?” Angel mumbled, sounding like he was worn out, “Mi hai fatto spaventare a morte per la seconda volta. Ho dovuto impedire a Basettoni di fare a pezzi l'inferno per trovarti.”

“I don’t deserve a hug,” I whispered, tilting my head down slightly, “I hurt you. You should want to kick me out.” 

“Never Piccino,” Angel pulled away, but kept a gentle but firm grip on my shoulders, “It was an accident. No one can kick you out for that.” 

“But-” 

I was suddenly in a new hug, one that was definitely not Angel. 

“You had us worried Kit,” Husk whispered, his hug not near as tight like he was hesitating to make sure I was comfortable. 

That finally broke the dam. 

I clung to Husk for dear life, the tears falling like crazy. I felt Husk stiffen, but he quickly recovered and hugged me tighter. I just let it all out. I don’t know what all, but I just let it all out. I probably started mumbling gibberish, but I didn’t care. I felt a hand on my head, and when I peaked up, I saw Angel still on his knees, placing a gentle hand on top of my head. 

I closed my eyes, smiling with tears still falling. 

Is this what home felt like?

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Monster

Chapter: I’m a monster aren’t I?

Kit feels like a monster. They get comfort from some unlikely places( Kit , Moxxie , Millie )

Verse:

I am confused and scared

I don’t know why I’m like this

The pain inside is beyond compared

Guess my life decided to take the piss

I am screaming till I am heard

Cause I am drowning in this dark abyss

But this is something I can’t afford

I will only bring them down to their fucking knees

And I pray~

Chorus:

I can’t hide it any longer

I’m a lamb lead to slaughter

I work harder to appear stronger

With this act I deserve a fucking oscar

I’m a motherfucking impostor

I wish there were things that I could alter

Without this I would surely prosper

Instead this reflection only shows a monster

Verse: 

You’re looking at this all wrong dear

There is no need to frown

The damage may seem severe

But you can still turn this all around

If you continue to live in fear

You’ll forever be stuck underground

So let’s wipe away those tears

And let’s retrieve your crown

And we say~

Chorus:

You don’t need to hide any longer

These demons you can conquer

You’re already so much stronger

You show them you're a boxer ( wait what? Don’t question it.)

You are not an imposter

There is nothing you have to alter

You have the tools to prosper

For you are not a monster

Verse:

I hurt everyone I touch

There is always a bigger picture

A monster should be treated as such

You are your own victor

It is all just too much

Believe us when we say your not stuck to a strict scripture

Chorus: 

I thought I was a nobody foster

But you are so much stronger

You have a fate you can alter

These demons you can conquer

Maybe I’m not an imposter

You don’t have to ponder

You are better than an ex-mobster

You are not a monster / I am not a monster

Chapter Text

I felt like I had aged 10 years and I did not want to go through that again. 

Charlie had spoken to the imps that had brought Kit back, thanking them profusely. They kept reassuring that it was no big deal and they were just happy that they were back home now. It looked like Vaggie was also interrogating them to make sure that they truly didn’t hurt the kid. 

They spoke more, but I truthfully wasn’t paying attention. I had a crying kid in my arms. 

Kit had refused to let go, claws slightly digging into my fur. Thankfully my damn fur was thicker than a forest. I just held them as well, the pit in my heart becoming lighter as I held the kid in my arms. 

They were safe. That was all that matters right now. 

I remembered the gut-wrenching feeling I had when Kit went sprinting out the door. I had been glued to the spot, torn between helping Angel or going after them. Thankfully, Vaggie went after them right away, leaving me and Charlie to help the shocked Angel. 

I did my best to hold back the growl of anger. 

“I’m sorry,” Kit whispered, their tears slowing and their voice sounding extremely hoarse, “I thought-” 

“We’ll worry about it later kid,” I answered, glancing at Angel from the corner of my eye, “You’ve had a long day.” 

Kit physically relaxed, slumping into my shoulder with a tired sigh. Without thinking, I picked the kid up, looking back towards the others. 

“Here-” the white haired imp cleared their throat, “Here. This really helped them and they seemed to like it.” 

He held out the stuffed goat that Kit had walked up with to Angel. I looked up at Angel, confused on why they thought it was best to give it to him, but shrugged it off for a later problem. 

Preferably when I had a drink in my hand. 

Angel took the goat with a confused look, but didn’t question it. While this was happening, Kit decided I made a damn good bed because they passed out, light snoring and a growl that I think was the closest to a purr the kid could get. I guess Angel also realized he was still on his knees cause he shot up quickly. I just adjusted the kid so that I was carrying them bridal style with their head laying comfortably on my shoulder. 

“Thank you for bringing them back,” the big king finally spoke up, causing the three imps to stiffen at the sudden presence of the King of Hell. 

I walked back in, ignoring the sputtering from the imps. 

I had to get this kid to bed. They’ve been through enough for the day. 

As we walked, the kid had finally relaxed enough that their tail had finally uncurled from around their leg and started dragging on the floor. Without thinking, I used my own tail to keep it off the floor. 

What the fuck was this kid doing to me.

“I’m glad their okay.” 

I managed to keep my face passive as I looked up at the giant spider that was accompanying me. 

Angel was looking at the giant board set up by the TV with the very detailed plan that Charlie had frantically came up with when Vaggie came back Kit-less. 

…I actually feared for my after life a little bit… Just a bit. 

“Yeah,” I mumbled, keeping my voice as quiet as possible. 

We both walked in awkward silence, wanting to confront the elephant in the room but not knowing how to. 

“You-”

“What-”

We both stopped, shocked at the cliche we just pulled. 

Angel snorted, holding back his laughs as not to wake Kit up. I couldn’t help my own chuckle at the hilariousness of it. 

Damn spider. 

“You go first,” Angel gestured, a small smile on his face. 

“What do you plan on doing?” I asked, glancing at the kid with a faint smile. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Like, are you going to talk this out with the kid? Or are you going to just bottle it away and pretend it never happened?” 

With that, the playful mood diminished, Angel running a hand through his hair. 

“Merda,” Angel glanced down at the kid in my arms before looking at me with a defeated look, “I’m gonna be honest. I’m not the best at ‘be open with your feelings’ thing.” 

Angel’s upper arms wrapped around himself, the goat still in his lower left hand. 

“But I can recognize the signs anywhere and…” 

Angel clenched his fists. I could help the small growl as I knew exactly what Angel was saying. 

“I know.” 

Kit whimpered, their lips slightly trembling. I held them closer, gently placing my forehead with theirs, letting myself purr for the first time in years. 

That helped greatly, cause they quickly relaxed with a small smile on their face. 

“But this is a very delicate situation,” I whispered, ignoring the awed look Angel was giving me even though I felt my cheeks slightly burn, “And we can’t force the kid to open up about things that they are not ready to.” 

“Right,” Angel mumbled, lifting up to look at the goat. 

“But we can start leading them in the right direction.” 

Angel whipped his head towards me, “We?”

I looked up at the arachnid, ignoring the heat on my face, “Kit looks up to you.” 

“Everyone looks up to me.” 

“Angel.” 

“Alrighty, shutting up.” 

“Anyways, Kit likes you. They clearly care about your opinions of them and sees you as someone important. Someone that they can trust.” 

Angel looked at the kid, his eyes slightly watering up, “The kid must of had shit adults in their life if I’m the first person they can trust.” 

I lightly shrugged my shoulder as we made it to our floor. Charlie wanted everyone to live close to everyone, the thought of closeness bring fondness or some bullshit like that. 

Made it damn easier to get this kid to bed before calling it a night. 

“Kit trusts you as well,” Angel whispered, looking at the kid with fondness, “Their eyes are practically saucers whenever they look at you.” 

I felt my heart melt at that. 

Angel reach down and gently ran a hand over Kit’s head, which the kid seemed to like cause they smiled big, “Honestly, they follow you around like a little duckling. Glued to your hip.” 

As we reached Kit’s room, Angel opened the door for me. He was an ass about it and did an over exaggerate bow. I rolled my eyes but walked on in. 

“Hence the we,” I lifted the kid’s covers and gently placed them down on the bed, “We both need to be there for them. That is the only way we can trully help them.” 

Angel nodded, looking down at the kid with an unreadable expression. 

When I went to step away from the kid, their tail tightened around mine, keeping me glued to the spot. Kit whimpered once again, starting to reach around looking for something. Without saying a word, Angel handed them the goat. Kit cleatched the goat to their chest, relaxing once again. Their tail still refused to let me go. 

Got a damn grip of steal. 

“Hang on.” 

Before I could ask, Angel left the room and left the door wide open. I shook my head, a fond smile on my face. Despite being a famous pornstar and only appearing to like sex. 

He could be such a dork.

…I think that’s a saying I heard some newer demons say. 

Oink .

“The fuck?” I asked, playfully glaring at the arachnid that now was holding his pet pig. He also had a couple pillows, a giant quilt, and a giant fluffy blanket. 

“Since we’re gonna probably be here all night,” Angel placed Fat Nuggets down and began setting the pillows and blanket on the floor where I was standing, “I thought it be better to get comfy.” 

“We?” I raised a brow. 

“Well,” Angel’s face suddenly went pink, the blush spreading across his whole face and down towards his chest, “You-You said it yourself. The kid likes and trusts us. They fell asleep to us near them. It only makes sense if we are there when they wake up. Shit is that weird? I could go get more blankets? Or-Or I-” 

“That sounds good,” I interrupted him, sitting down ontop of the blanket, “As long as you promise to stay on your side of the quilt.” 

Angel paused, before smiling and sitting down next to me, “I would, but I’m known to be a cuddler in my sleep. Led to me leaving a lot of one-night stands early.” 

“Of course.” 

“Hey! Not my fault no one here likes to cuddle!” 

“Keep your voice down. The kid is sleeping.” 

“Fine…but this is not over.” 

“Of course.” 

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Chapter Text

ZZZZZZZZZ

…the fuck?

ZZZZZZZZZ

…is that a goddamn motor engine?

ZZZZZZZZZ

I opened my eyes, dried tears on my face and a groggy feeling in my head. I looked around in confusion. I was back in my room. I was on my bed tucked nicely under my covers. I looked in my hands, where Billy was staring back at me with his cute button eyes. 

I sat up, trying to remember how I got back here. I recall coming back with Millie, Moxxie, and Sallie May. I remember hugs and tears. But that’s about it.

ZZZZZZZZZ

I could finally hear where the noise was coming from. It sounded like it was coming from the right side of my bed. I looked over, holding Billy at the ready. 

Would he do much damage? Definitely not. But it was all I had. 

As I raised him up, I stopped when I finally could see over my bed. 

…what the fuck?

There was Husk and Angel, asleep on the floor with blankets and pillows surrounding them as a sort of make-shift bed. Husk was the one that I heard snoring away, with Angel also snoring but not nearly as loud. 

What was stranger was that they appeared to be…cuddling? 

Angel was using Husk as a pillow, lying on his chest while Husk had an arm wrapped around him. Truthfully, you’d think with Angel having longer legs he’d be uncomfortable. 

Guess Husk made that good of a pillow. 

Fat Nuggets was also on Husk’s chest, though I must have woken him up, cause he looked up at me with an oink. 

My tail twitch, which is when I finally felt the light weight around my tail. I looked at it, and realized my tail was holding Husk’s captive. 

Ah…that actually explains some of it . 

…Husk’s tail had feathers on it? 

…Cool!

Oink . 

I couldn’t help watching in awe as this little pig ran and pushed my rollie chair towards the edge of my bed. With more smarts than I thought possible for a pig, he used the chair to be able to hop up onto my bed. As soon as he was on the bed, he came trotting towards me, grunting away. 

“...hey little buddy,” I whispered, smiling as the little piggy snorted into my hands, “Didn’t mean to wake you.” 

Oink.

I looked at the little alarm clock on the left bedstand, my jaw dropping. 

12:30 PM!!!!

“Holy shit!” 

“Ugh, keep it down will ya.” 

I slapped my hands over my mouth, looking over at the two sleeping men on my floor. 

…wait, that didn’t come out right.

Angel was stirring awake, unintentionally snuggling further into Husk. This, in turn, started waking Husk up. 

…oh boy. 

You could see when their brains had finally functioned enough to realize what was going on. Cause both their eyes widened as they slowly turned towards each other. They both refused to move, seeming to be frozen in… I don’t know what. You could see the wheels turning in their brains at full speed as they thought of their current situation. 

What were they thinking? I had no idea!

…but truthfully it wasn’t a “straight” look on their faces.  ( 😏 )

Oink . 

All of us looked at Fat Nuggets, who seemed unbothered by the tension between the two and just wanted… I don’t know, maybe food or something. He just snuggled deeper into the extremely poor pink shirt that was in desperate need of a wash. Or just to be put out of its misery. And since the attention was on the pig in my lap, the attention was also now on me. 

I felt my tail twitch, still wrapped around Husk’s feathery tail, as I cleared the lump in my throat. 

“Morning. Or I guess afternoon?” 

With that, Angel and Husk jumped apart, with Angel practically flying to the end of my bed while Husk was stuck. 

Honestly, it was impressive how fast they moved for just waking up and being old as dirt. 

“Sorry,” I unraveled my tail from Husk’s, and curled my tail around my own waist. 

Husk cleared his throat, a small bit of red visible on his cheeks, “It’s fine kid.” 

Both men refused to look at each other and it was incredibly awkward. I looked down and made eye contact with the pig, pretty sure we were both having the same exact thought. 

My god these two are hopeless.

“Oh, good morning!” 

“Holy hot tamale!” 

We all jumped and stared at Charlie, who had opened my door and came in without any of us knowing. 

Charlie just carried on like nothing was wrong. 

“We let you three sleep,” Charlie walked up, holding a giant stack of folded clothes in her arms towering over her head, “Yesterday was pretty draining Actually, we were worried when we couldn’t find Husk or Angel earlier but Niffty happened to have seen that they took you to bed and never seemed to have left She even said Angel came running in with ‘sleep over gear’ Anyways, I realized you’ve been stuck in the same clothes for the past couple days so I found some more for you I noticed you also seemed uncomfortable with the shirt so I found some of my old clothes from when I was a teen so they should fit you better and be far more comfortable Once you’re all ready you all should come downstairs I’ll leave y’all alone now bye!” 

Without letting any of us say a word, she was in and out. Leaving the giant stack of clothes on top of the dresser. 

…

The fuck. 

We apparently all had the same thought, cause Angel just mouthed what the fuck as he gestured towards the door that Charlie just walked out of. I just shrugged my shoulders, Fat Nuggets not phased at all as he sat on my lap like the little king that he is. 

“Guess we should take that as our cue to go,” Husk said, his face back to its usual poker state. 

“Yeah,” Angel stretched his arm’s up, “I definitely need a shower.” 

… when was the last time I showered?

I couldn’t help but check to see if I smelt. 

“Holy shit!” I gagged, scaring the poor little piggy in my lap, “I’ve been walking around smelling like shit! No wonder the pig fucking likes me so much!” 

Oink .

“I mean no offense to the Nuggets,” I gave Fat Nuggets a little scratch behind the ear that he appreciated. 

“I may have some spare shampoo and conditioner,” Angel walked up, a fond smile on his face, “It won’t be my usual scented shit, but I don’t know what smells you actually like so that should be fine.” 

“That would be amazing,” I smiled, grateful to just not stink up the hotel. 

Maybe that’s why I haven’t been seeing Niffty around. She doesn’t seem to like dirt or mess, so the smell probably was a trigger for her. 

That or the author completely unintentionally forgot about her favorite character and didn’t know how to casually bring her back into the story.

…wait why did I think that?

“I also may have a spare brush you can use for your fur,” Husk mumbled. 

“Oh, thank god!” I dramatically fell back onto my bed, the little piggy crawling up onto my chest now, “My fur was gonna be a nightmare! You have spared me from that cruel fate!”  

Husk chuckled at my antics, his smile back. 

Angel had a dopey grin on his face as he ogled Husk who somehow was too blind to notice it.

I smiled. 

This felt right. 

I felt light. 

I felt happy. 

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God, I needed that .

I stood in front of the mirror over my bathroom sink, taming my wild curls on my head. 

After Husk and Angel went and got their “spare things” they had in their rooms, I didn’t hesitate to run into the bathroom to finally get clean. It was the best feeling ever to finally get rid of all the grime from these past few days. I felt like I may actually be turning a new leaf. 

…also, pretty certain that the “spare things” we’re not really spare but I have no idea how to prove it. 

Anyways, the new clothes were also helping a lot with that. 

It was a real shocker to see that all of Charlie’s old clothes were darker and definitely NOT what you’d expect to see the bubbly princess wear. I decided to stick with a pair of baggy ripped black jeans and a black shirt with the words “Stay Weird” written on it with rainbow letters. I almost wore the shirt that said “Fuck U” but decided against it for now. Along with the clothes, Charlie was nice enough to even give me some of her old accessories, cause I now had a cute simple black choker as well as a pair of fingerless gloves that were just a little big but not badly. She even went through the trouble of cutting holes for my wings and tail into the clothes. She probably had Niffty help her as well. There were a lot of clothes.

I couldn’t help but stare at my reflection, the first time actually looking at myself since I’ve falling into hell. 

And I surprisingly didn’t change at all from what I looked like in heaven. 

My hair is its same short curly self, with it starting out black and slowly fading into a copper red. My black panther fur fluffy after my shower, and the lighting in the bathroom being just right to see my spots as well. Not usually able to see those. My wings were puffy and feeling a whole lot better and ready for me to be able to fly any day now. They were still black with their little blue shine on them. My blue eyes stared back at me, with their cat pupils and yellow where my whites should be not fazing me in the slightest. I may have stood out a little in hell, but I also stood out up in heaven anyways. 

I smile as I touched my reflection in the mirror without thinking.

Despite everything… It was still me. 

…fuck did I just reference Undertale?!

FUCKING DAMNIT!

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“How are you feeling?! Are you doing better?! Do you need anything?! I could-”

“Charlie,” Vaggie walked up and gently grabbed Charli’s arm, “Mi amor give them some room to breath.” 

“Sorry,” Charlie smiled, a small blush on her face. 

Goddamn these two are just about as sweet as Husk and Angel I swear-

“Hello Kit!” 

“Motherfucker!” I exclaimed, waving my arms around like a lunatic. 

“My goodness,” Alastor acted SOOOOO shocked that he scared me, “I didn’t mean to frighten you dear Kit!”

“No problem,” I practically growled through my teeth. 

“I was simply going to ask if you were excited for today’s activities?!” 

“...heh?” 

I looked towards the living room, seeing everyone sitting around with a covered board placed in front of the TV. 

“You’re clean!” 

“Woah!” 

I barely blinked before Niffty had someone perched herself onto my shoulders, playing with my wild hair. 

“Your hair is so shiny!” Niffty laid herself down on top of my head, “And soft! Can I have it?!” 

“Uh… no?” 

“Ah,” And with that, Niffty was off my shoulders and zooming over to stand by Alastor who was now with the others. 

…oh god I have to apologize *shivers*

…why did I think the word shiver like that?

“So,” I rocked on my feet, all eyes on me, “I guess I owe y’all an apology. I was being stupid and-”

“You weren’t being stupid,” Charlie walked up to me, holding her hands out to me in reassurance, “You were running on instinct.” 

“But I-”

“It’s fine Kit,” Vaggie spoke up, shocking me cause she’s never truly talked to me before, “You obviously have your mental demons. We’ll be here for you in whatever way you need.” 

I felt a pain in my chest. Not a bad pain. A good pain.

I didn’t realize how badly I needed to hear those words till now. 

...It feels amazing.  

“Now!” Charlie clapped her hands together, gesturing for me to sit between Husk and Angel, who were both avoiding looking at each other like the plague. 

Dear lord help these two fools.

“I thought that we should all play a little game!” Charlie stood before the covered board, with Vaggie standing on the opposite side with her arms crossed. 

“Oh boy,” Husk grumbled. 

POP!

I turned towards the sudden bubble gum pop to see Cherri Bomb had been standing leaned up against the wall this whole time. She was leaned up against a picture of- 

“Two Truths and a Lie!” 

I jumped, snapping back towards Charlie, who removed the cover revealing in bold letters TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE. Underneath it was the rules, which I think were mainly for the old farts in the room with me. 

…wait actually I had no idea how old anyone here is. 

…problem for later Kit. 

“And I’m out,” Angel stood up, looking ready to bolt away. 

“You don’t wanna play?” I asked, my ears twitched as I titled my head. 

“I mean,” Angel shrugged, trying to play it off, “I don’t really think this would be any fun is all.” 

…time for my secret weapon. 

“Please stay,” I put my hands up and did the biggest puppy eyes that I could do. 

Or I guess kitty eyes. 

Honestly, they're more effective than puppy eyes. 

“Aw shit no,” Angel turned away, looking at me through the corner of his eye, “Don’t do that. That’s not fair.” 

I just kept the eyes going, making them bigger and even pawing a little in the air. 

…maybe I was laying it on too thick.

“...fuck it.” 

Angel sat back down, crossing his arms and grumbling in Italian under his breath. 

Yes! Kit one! Angel zero!

I turned back towards Charlie, who had the biggest smile on her face and looked like she was about to cry tears of joy. 

“How about you go first Kit!” 

…crap. 

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” 

“You struggling there Piccino?” Angel had a playful smirk on his face. 

“Give me sec!” I crossed my arms, trying to think of something that won’t be too revealing. 

Angel just rolled his eyes with a playful smile on his face. 

What should I-oh!

“I got it!” I exclaimed, apparently scaring everyone with my sudden enthusiasm. 

“Go for it kid,” Husk said, a small smile on his face.  

“One,” I theatrically held up one finger, causing a few giggles, “I like spicy dishes. Two, I like mushrooms. Three, I once got into a fight with a kid that sent them to the hospital with a broken leg, a broken wrist, broken jaw, and two black eyes so swollen that they couldn’t properly see for a few days.” 

“Oh, that last one is absolutely fake,” Vaggie said, a sure smile on her face. 

“I don’t know,” Cherri chipped in, seeming interested now, “The kid showed up covered in bruises like they’ve been in a fight.” 

“I honestly don’t believe the first one,” Lucifer spoke up, looking pretty confident in his seat, “they seem to especially enjoy the sweeter dishes since they’ve had here.” 

“Or they were taking pity on your meals,” Alastor joined in, checking his nails as if bored of the conversation.

And while Lucifer and Alastor were arguing, everyone was debating on what they thought was true. It turned into a very heated debate that honestly was very interesting to watch. Lucifer and Alastor were arguing like an old married couple, while everyone else was truly trying to determine what was true with what little they knew about me. Honestly, I think Alastor and Lucifer forgot about the game, just dead set on one upping the other. Charlie and Vaggie ended up having to stop the two from having a full-on war in the living room. It was truthfully the funniest thing to witness. 

In the end, Vaggie, Charlie, Angel, Alastor, and Niffty didn’t believe the third one. While Husk, Lucifer, and Cherri didn’t believe the first one. With the final votes in, everyone turned towards me awaiting my answer. 

I couldn’t help the evil grin growing on my face. 

“Well, my friends,” I dramatically paused, clasping my hands together, “I am so sorry to say that…none of you are correct.” 

“...what now?” Alastor exclaimed, seeming truly shocked for the first time since I’ve seen him. 

“I absolutely HATE mushrooms,” I felt a phantom of the disgusting taste and texture of the devil plants on my tongue, “They are disgusting. I would rather die a thousand deaths than eat a mushroom.” 

“...what?” Angel whispered in shock. 

“I used to go to a friend’s house all the time and her grandma made the spiciest but most delicious meals of all time. I grew a love for spicy foods then.” 

“...what?” Husk now whispered as well. 

“All I can say, is that the kid was being a pussy-boy.” 

“...WHAT?!” Angel and Husk exclaimed at the same time while staring at me wide eyed. 

Oh yes, this was gonna be fun.

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“I don’t get why you’re so upset.” 

“You said you had sent multiple kids to the hospital!” 

“Yeah and?” 

“You also said you had been on the run from gangs and had a search warrant at one point.” 

“...okay yeah hearing that out loud, that does sound really bad.” 

The game ended up being a success. Everyone having a lot of fun, with me doing most of the truths and lies, but it was amazing! It reminded me about the times River would have me stay over with them and have a slumber party with them. Some of River’s other friends would join, but River always made sure to include me as much as possible. Whenever they thought, someone was trying to isolate me, they would stick to my hip like glue and practically make the others have to interact with me.  I didn’t mind their other friends not liking me. I had one true best friend and that’s all I needed. 

Anyways, every time I would reveal one of my many stories from my school years, I apparently activated an overprotective mode for Husk and Angel. Angel would fret over me, constantly asking if I was ever badly hurt from those encounters and seeming to be upset with any injuries I had gotten. Husk would look like he wanted to kill everyone who hurt me in the past even if it was years ago. It was an amazing feeling, but also kind of weird. I’ve never had an adult who cared for me to the point they would attack anyone who hurt me. 

Ms. Emily would care for me, but it always felt like a caring distant aunt. 

During one of Angel’s few turns he took during the game, I got super excited when I got the answer right I jumped up into the air and started flying. 

We all stood there in shock, but I was just over the moon to be flying again and just started flapping up in the air. There was still a slight strain in my wings, but it was more like a muscle not being worked for a while. When I came down from the ceiling, Charlie ran up and bear hugged me. She was jumping up and down in joy for me being all better. I thought I was gonna throw up cause of how aggressive she was jumping and hugging. 

Vaggie saved me from such a fate thankfully. 

Now after we all ate dinner, cause we played the game till past 9, I was tired from a full stomach and ready to call it a night. I was especially happy cause I could go out flyin again! 

…granted I apparently wasn’t allowed to fly without Husk there. 

Everyone said that it was the best idea, since even though I obviously knew how to fly it wouldn’t hurt to have a more experience flier to help me rework my wing muscles. 

…I hated that it made way more sense than me just jumping off the roof and fighting with fate. 

Now, I was walking back to my room with Angel, with Husk being pulled aside to talk to Alastor.  For what? I was not sure. Wasn’t my business.

…he did look truthfully pissed at the thought of talking to Alastor though, so I was too scared to ask. 

“If it makes you feel better,” I said crossing my arms, “I never was the instigator. They always striked first.” 

That at least seemed to calm Angel down just a bit. Angel crossed his arms, seeming to want to say something, but stuck on his words.  I didn’t want him to feel like he couldn’t say something to me. 

“Is,” I cleared my throat, feeling awkward, “Is everything okay?” 

Angel sighed, giving me a reassuring smile, “Yeah Piccino. Everythings okay. I just…” 

I titled my head, curious about what he was gonna say. Angel took a shaky breath before looking at me with a sad smile. 

“I just want you to know,” Angel gently placed a hand on my shoulder, “That we’re here for you Piccino. I’m here. Husk is here. We are here for you if you need anything. It could be anything, but we will be here for you.” 

…

…

“Merda,” Angel rubbed his face, pink showing up on his face when I didn't answer right away, “I knew this was stupid. accidenti, non sono tagliato per queste cose-” 

I ran up and hugged Angel tightly. 

“Thank you,” I whispered, a genuine smile on my face as I felt my eyes tear up. 

He hesitated, but soon Angel started hugging me back. 

“Farò tutto quello che posso per te, ragazzo,” Angel whispered, “Non sei più solo.”

...

Is this what home feels like?

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Kit's outfit's mentioned in this chapter were inspired by art from @an-angstyteen on Tumblr: 

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“Well, well look who’s up bright and early.” 

Lucifer was at the stove in the kitchen, with an amazing smelling food coming from the oven. He was wearing an apron with a duck on it. The duck had a chef outfit on, and it had a speak bubble that said, “Get to Quaking”. There was an already made coffee pot with a quarter of it gone. I don’t think it was Lucifer who drank it, with no mug in sight. But oh well! No time to dwell on it now!

I just smiled, feeling extremely happy and content with life for once. 

“I couldn’t sleep a wink more!” I flew over to the counter, grabbing a cup from the cupboard, “I’m so excited and happy and excited and-” 

“Alright alright,” Lucifer shook his head, continuing to make breakfast with a smile, “You’re in a great mood. Noted. Breakfast is almost done anyways.” 

I just smiled as I filled up my cup with water, my feet never touching the ground. I just stayed in the air, happy to finally move my wings. Yes there was a slight twinge in my muscles, but that could be easily fixed. Just gotta-

“What the hell are you doing, Петарда?” 

I fumbled with my cup, mumbling curses as I finally landed on the ground being startled by the sudden new voice in the kitchen. I looked over at Husk, who was standing in the doorway with a ‘I am to tired and sober to be fucking awake at this time’ look. He was fully dressed with his bow tie not tied and his hat crooked. 

He looked like the definition of rolled out of bed and just threw something on. 

“Well if you must know old timer,” I placed the cup on the counter, “There is this thing called hydrating. I’m not the best at it but I do know it’s somewhat important.” 

“Good,” Husk gave me a pointed look as he stretched, “Cause I was thinking of hounding you about drinking more.” 

“Damn,” I placed my hands on my hips, “I thought you didn’t want me to get drunk?” 

“I meant water you smart ass,” Husk gave me a playful glare as he fully walked into the kitchen. 

I playfully stuck my tongue out at him as I glanced at Lucifer in the corner of my eye. He just whistled, pretending not to be eavesdropping. 

Who knew the king of hell was such a gossip. 

“Your wings just healed,” Husk walked over to the coffee pot and grabbed a mug from the cupboard above it with ‘Fuck Mondays’ written on it, “You don’t wanna end up fucking them up too soon Петарда.” 

“Meh meh meh meh!” I playfully mocked Husk. 

“...Are you serious-”

“Meh meh meh!” 

“...Kid-”

“Meh!” 

“...”

“...”

“...brat.”

“Hey!” 

“Glad to see you two so cheerful in the morning.” 

We both turned towards the doorway to see Angel leaning against the doorframe. He had on a light blue pajama shirt that read “Hoes are my Bros” with pajama shorts on. He had on his typical boots and held Fat Nuggets in on of his lower arms. 

“I ain’t cheerful,” I crossed my arms with a playful pout, “I am spiteful!” 

“Sure you are kid,” Angel playfully rolled his eyes. 

I playfully stuck my tongue out at Angel. I glanced over at Husk, confused on why he hadn’t said anything. 

…goddamnit can the guy not be subtle. (eye roll emoji)

“Sorry Piccino,” Angel walked up to me with a small blush as he side-eyed Husk, “But you’re way too cute to truly be spiteful.”

“Oi! I’m not cute! I am vicious!” 

“Yeah yeah,” Angel rubbed my head, giving me a noogie, “Keep telling yourself that Piccino.” 

“Breakfast!” Lucifer hollered, holding up a sort of casserole breakfast dish. 

“Yay food!” 

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“...is there a reason for the audience?” 

Husk just shrugged, stretching his wings out fully for the first time since I’ve met him.

…wait how long has it been? A few days? A week?

Shit focus! 

After breakfast, which consisted of very obvious flirting between two very oblivious old men and the usual argument between two dumbasses with huge ass egos, everyone migrated outside. Niffty was practically vibrating in place, apparently hoping to see some carnage(creepy). Cherri and Angel were also apparently very excited cause they both stood there with big ass grins on their faces. Charlie and Vaggie were acting as a two person barrier between Alastor and Lucifer. Though it wasn’t doing much cause they just kept poking at each other with their magic. 

Jesus they are such children. 

“There’s nothing really better to do,” Cherri said, her Australian accent seeming thicker without her screaming her words, “Only other plans for the day was to cause some light anarchy.” 

“FIRE!”

“NIFFTY NO!” 

All of a sudden, Niffty had fire which Charlie quickly prevented from spreading. Niffty just sat there meniachly giggling. Everyone but Alastor stared at her in concern. Charlie thankfully managed to get her under control and proceed to have Vaggie hold her.

…I couldn’t help the fear that crawled up my spine at the little person. 

“Alright kid,” Husk put his hands in his pockets as he turned towards me, “Before we get in the air, we have a few rules.”

I groaned, my ears and wings drooping. 

Great. A safety briefing. How fun!

…sarcasm.

“Firstly-” 

“Zoom!”

“Fuck!” 

Husk exclaimed as I took off into the sky. I heard everyone laughing as I flew higher and higher with Husk shouting curses at me. I could faintly hear Angel trying to comfort the disgruntled Husk but I wasn’t really paying attention. I felt relaxed as the wind was flowing through my feathers. I felt like I could finally breathe in this heavily polluted air. My heart felt lighter than ever, with nothing seeming to be able to stop me.

"Oh mein Gott, Kind, du wirst mein zweiter Tod sein.”

I whipped around to see Husk beside me in the sky with his arms crossed. 

“That’s a new language,” I said, still with the biggest smile on my face.

Husk sighed, though there was a small smile on his face as well, “Damn kid, you trying to leave this old man behind? What happened to respecting your elders?”

I just laughed, taking back off to soar higher. I heard Husk chuckling as he followed me, shouting at me to be careful. I heard a cheerful soulful sounding instrumental building up. I just smiled as I embraced the happiest I’ve felt in a long time.

“ I love this feeling.

I can’t seem to get enough. ”

As I flew up towards the sky, I could hear Husk following close behind me. I turned back around towards him and flew backwards as I continued singing. 

“ I feel like I’m finally breathing.

No more acting tough. ”

I whipped back around and took off even higher still. I felt like a kid all over again as I hooted and hollered. 

“ No more need for screaming.

No need to be so rough. ”

I stopped before I could go above the clouds, turning around to see how far behind Husk was. I was shocked to see that he was already beside me and not even breaking a sweat. 

“ It might seem misleading.

But up here I’m freed from my cuffs. ”

I pretended to break away from cuffs, which had Husk playfully rolling his eyes. 

“ I can see why it’s so appealing.

Imma call out the doubters bluff. ”

I nudged him in the shoulder playfully, before yoinking his hat and flying above the clouds. 

“Hey!” Husk flew after me, “Give that back you little shit!” 

I just laughed at the impronto game of keep away. 

“Never!” I called back while holding the hat on my head.

“ Soaring up above the clouds.

Free from the chaotic sounds. ”

I dove in and out of the clouds, constantly managing to lose Husk just as he was about to catch me. I kept giggling. 

“ Flying over the crowds. ”

I stopped at a hole in the clouds, looking down at the now very small city. I smiled, feeling content.

“ Staying up here with the time I’m allowed.

I don’t want my feet to ever hit the ground. ”

“Gotcha!”

“Ah!” I laughed as Husk managed to finally catch me and got his hat back. 

“ In the sky I am relieved, ”

“You do seem happier,” Husk said as he readjusted his hat on his head.

“ Yes I agree. ”

I smiled as I soared away. 

“ No worries for me I guarantee.

Down below I am screaming like a banshee.

I gestured back towards the city below before looking up towards the strange sun. 

“ Up here I feel so carefree.

My soul is finally Flying Free. ”

Husk crossed his arms as we stared down at the city.

“Stay focused, no time to dawdle.

You haven’t been in the skies for awhile.

Husk playfully lectured as it felt like the wind was slightly picking up. 

“If you get hurt that would be truly awful.”

“ Aw, you actually care for this wee child? ”

I teezed Husk as he scoffed and gently ruffled my hair.

“Fuck off, it’d just be immoral.”

“Yeah sure,” I rolled my eyes, not believing him at all.

“Shut the fuck up and listen to my advice.

Stretch your wings farther, follow my model.”

Husk started flying again, so I quickly followed behind. As Husk sang, he pointed out the differences in our wings, which once I copied what he was doing I felt a lot of strain on my wings be lifted. 

“Now when we start this decline.”

I heard decline and I got ready to start diving head first towards the ground. Before I could however, Husk stopped me with a worried look on his face.

“Do it carefully, you're not frickin immortal.”

Again, I felt that weird feeling I got the last time Husk or Angel showed concern for me. Like someone was willing to actually take care of me for once. 

“There ya go, your gonna be fine.”

Husk gave me a reassuring tap on the on my shoulder as he slowly began to descend. I followed, still trying to figure out what the hell was going on with me. 

“To fly is to be above it all.

The world below seems so small.”

It was so weird seeing the whole city from above. It made it seem so much smaller and not as scary as it really is. I couldn’t help the smile on my face as I looked over at Husk who now just had us gliding just below the clouds. 

“So truthfully it is your call.”

Husk suddenly started poking my sides. 

…damn me being a ticklish mother fucker.

“If you want to risk the fall.”

“StOP!” I laughed, trying to swat away Husk.

“No more time left to stall.”

Husk finally let me go, and I just flipped him the bird as I tried to catch my breath with a big smile stuck on my face. 

“Glad you’re no longer feeling crappy.”

I just smiled as we continued on our way. 

“You can fly over the sea.

Fly over the trees.”

Because we were so high up, I finally saw in the distance what looked like a forest area with a small pond a few mile behinds the hotel. 

“I’m sure that you can agree.

It’s amazing feeling, Flying Free.”

“ There is truthfully no better feeling. ”

I did little spin in the air, having to catch myself slightly at the end but caught myself easily. I looked over at Husk, who looked like he was trying not to have a heart attack. 

“The wind blowing through your feathers.”

Husk suddenly grabbed my sides and began tickling me. I, sadly, began dying laughing.

“Jeez kid, why ya squealing?”

He let me go, smirking. 

“ Catch me if you can old timer! ”

I zipped off, Husk easily catching up as we just zoomed through the clouds heading back towards the hotel. 

“ We are free up in the skies.

A taste of life others despise.

Like the sun and stars we rise. ”

I could see the hotel slowly coming more and more into view as we continued flying. I didn’t want this flight to already end soon, but I still felt my wings slowly getting tired the longer we were up here. 

“ It’s like the universe has answered our cries. ”

Husk gently bumped my shoulder with a genuine smile. 

“Jeez kid, don’t be so surprised.

In the sky I am relieved.”

“I agree,” I said with a gente bump of the shoulder back to Husk. 

“ You can fly over the sea. ”

Husk rolled his eyes as I repeated the same line again with my best imitation of him. 

“Up here you feel so carefree.”

Husk proceeded to make his voice higher and imitate me as well. 

“ I’m sure that you can agree .”

I laughed as we both finally came close enough to the hotel to see somewhat silloutes in the distance. 

“ It’s an amazing feeling, Flying Free. ”

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“On your left! On your left!” 

“I see them!” 

“Shit, there is a sniper on the tower!” 

“Shit! Damn it!” 

I tossed the controller onto my desk, the death screen mocking me on my computer screen. 

“Damn Piccino,” Angel sighed, leaning back onto his chair that he brought from his room, “You got ganged up on.” 

“Yeah,” I ran a hand through my hair, seeing the speaker icons popping up for the enemy team. Most likely mocking me for getting killed like that. 

Too bad I turned them on mute and couldn’t hear their bitch ass voices.

“You’re really good at this,” Angel said as I grabbed my controller and got ready to respawn, “Didn’t you just start playing?” 

“I did,” I said as I picked my new layout, “Just after Husk and I got back.” 

“How are you this good!” Angel gestured towards the screen, Fat Nuggets making little oinks from being woken up before falling right back asleep. 

“I’ve played quite a few games similar to this when I was alive,” I said as I began preparing my revenge, “Most of this has been me learning these somewhat different controls.” 

“Son of a bitch,” Angel said as he watched me kill someone around the corner. 

We fell into silence, with a random comment from Angel or I here and there. I didn’t realize how much I missed these kinds of games. I got to play games with River, but most of them were all super kid friendly. Mainly cause there are a lot of kids up in heaven. And mostly things similar to Mario Kart, even though I swear that led to more cursing than any other game I’ve ever played with others. 

“What the hell are you two doing?” 

I glanced towards my door, seeing Husk leaning against my open door that I had subconsciously left open. 

Some old habits die hard I guess. 

“Watching the kid smoke these pricks!” Angel exclaimed with joy as I wiped out the enemy team with an evil smile on my face. 

“I thought you were going to bed, kid?” Husk asked as I heard footsteps walking towards the two of us. 

“Nah,” I said without looking back, “I said I was gonna get READY for bed. Not GOING TO bed. There is a big difference there.” 

“And this is getting ready for bed? Screaming at a computer with weird ass bunny pajamas?” 

“Yep!” 

“Chillax Husky-poo,” Angel said, gesturing towards me, “They wanted to de-stress before bed. What’s the harm in that?” 

“OH YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!” I yelled at the screen as someone managed to snipe me, “YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE GOTTEN A HEAD SHOT COUNT! THAT WASN’T MY HEAD AT ALL!”

“...yeah,” Husk now was on my left, “That looks like a great way to de-stress.” 

“It is,” I said, keeping my voice as calm as possible as I again planned some revenge, “It allows a person to release any and all pent up emotions without truly being able to hurt someone.” 

“Do you even know what time it is kid?” 

“Uhhhhhhh, 8:30?” 

“It’s 11:57.” 

“...damn it.” 

“Wait really?” Angel pulled out his phone, checking to see if Husk was telling the truth about the time, “I walked in here around 9.” 

“Yeah, so the kid needs to actually go to bed.” 

“What?” I looked over at Husk, my eyebrows raising, “Why?” 

“What do you mean why? It’s almost midnight.” 

“And?” I typed in chat that I was going afk so that I could actually look at Husk.

“And you should be in bed already.” 

“It’s fine,” I waved my hand nonchalantly, “I’ve been up way later than this.” 

“You just spent a whole afternoon working out.” 

“So?” 

“Nah Piccino,” Angel chimed in, “Husk has a point. You might not feel tired now, but if you stay up any later you’ll definitely feel it in the morning.” 

I groaned as I looked towards my game, seeing that we were on match point to win, “Can I at least finish this round? We’re just about to win.” 

Husk crossed his arms, contemplating it. 

“Sure,” Angel answered for him. 

“Yes!” 

I went straight back to the game, not noticing the silent debate going on between the two grown men sitting behind me. I typed in chat that I was back and quickly pulled out every trick I knew. I was like a ninja, hiding under smoke coverage and sneaking behind people for easy kills. It caused the other team to start soley focusing on me. My teammates thankfully knew what I was doing and used the distraction to win the match point for us. 

“Yes!” I exclaimed, jumping up and down with joy and the victory screen, “We did it!” 

“Good job Piccino,” Angel ruffled my hair as I laughed with joy. 

“Nice one,” Husk nodded, seeming impressed with what little bit of game he got to see, “But a deal is a deal kid.” 

“Ugggggghhhhhhhhh,” I closed and shut down my computer before slowly dragging myself towards my bed. 

“Yeah yeah,” Husk tried to look annoyed, “Complain all you want you little Firecracker. Just get into bed.”

“Alright “dad”,” I sarcastically said as I pancaked onto my bed.

Husk rolled his eyes as he walked towards the door, “Shut the fuck up.” 

“Night Piccino,” Angel said as he left the room with Husk. 

“Night Angel,” I said as I got under my blankets with Billy, “Night Husk.” 

“Night kiddo,” Husk said as he shut the light off and closed the door behind them. 

I closed my eyes with a smile, the strange warm feeling still in my chest. 

Don’t know what that is but I love it.

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pajama's reference: 

Chapter Text

Flying Free: 

Chapter: Training montage

Description: Kit is so happy to be out and flying once again, feeling the happiest they’ve been in a while. ( Kit , Husk )

Verse:

I love this feeling

I can’t seem to get enough

I feel like I’m finally breathing

No more acting tough

No more need for screaming

No need to be so rough

It might seem misleading

But up here I’m freed from my cuffs

I can see why it’s so appealing

Imma call out the doubters bluff

Chorus: 

Soaring up above the clouds

Free from the chaotic sounds

Flying over the crowds

Staying up here with the time I’m allowed

I don’t want my feet to ever hit the ground

In the sky I am relieved, (You do seem happier) yes I agree

No worries for me I guarantee

Down below I am screaming like a banshee

Up here I feel so carefree

My soul is finally Flying Free

Verse:

Stay focused, no time to dawdle 

You haven’t been in the skies for awhile

If you get hurt that would be truly awful

Aw, you actually care for this wee child? 

Fuck off, it’d just be immoral ( Yeah sure )

Shut the fuck up and listen to my advice

Stretch your wings farther, follow my model

Now when we start this decline

Do it carefully your not frickin immortal

There ya go, your gonna be fine

Chorus: 

To fly is to be above it all

The world below seems so small

So truthfully it is your call

If you want to risk the fall

No more time left to stall

Glad you’re no longer feeling crappy

You can fly over the sea

Fly over the trees

I’m sure that you can agree

It’s amazing feeling, Flying Free

Bridge: 

There is truthfully no better feeling

The wind blowing through your feathers

Jeez kid, why ya squealing? 

Catch me if you can old timer!

(instrumental)

Chorus:

We are free up in the skies

A taste of life others despise

Like the sun and stars we rise

It’s like the universe has answered our cries

Jeez kid, don’t be so surprised

In the sky I am relieved ( I agree )

You can fly over the sea

Up here you feel so carefree

I’m sure that you can agree

It’s an amazing feeling, Flying Free

Chapter Text

“I’m boredddddddddd.” 

“Go play your games then.” 

“I’ve been playing them for hours alreadyyyyyyy,” I groaned, sinking further into the bar stool and leaning forward onto the counter, “I need new stimulationnnnnnnnn.” 

“Oh my god kid,” Husk grumbled, wiping down the bar counter with a rag, “I don’t know what to tell ya. I’ve got work and can’t really help you much there.” 

“Everyone’s workinggggggggg,” I pushed myself up, throwing my head back, “Charlie’s working. Vaggie’s working. Niffty’s working. Alastor’s working. Even Luci is working!!!” 

“Luci?” 

“He said I could call him that,” I waved my hand dismissively as I dragged myself off the barstool, “Guess I’ll go and melt into the couch, since there is nothing better to do.” 

“Sure kid, just don’t cause too much trouble,” Husk said, putting his rag down and stretching as he walked towards the door, “I’ve gotta run out and get more shit. Don’t burn anything down.” 

“No promises!” I yelled out as I flopped down ontp the couch. 

You’d think being down in hell there would be a lot more to do, but you’d be wrong! I’ve been practically forced into house arrest, as everyone here were terrified of the thought of me going outside alone. Husk and Angel practically lost it when I talked about going for just a walk around town. Which I mean, I kind of get. Last time I was in the streets it was nothing but chaos. Granted I was also in a crazy amount of pain at the time, so it could’ve been that as well. 

Anyways!

I flipped on the TV, being greeted with the news…again!

Seriously?! Is there nothing better to watch here?!?!

I began mindlessly flipping through channels, hoping to find something worth watching. There has got to be something.  

“And we’re back with “Yeah, I fucked your sister. So What?!-” 

“EW!” I turned the TV off, chucking the remote, “ew ew ew ew ew ew.” 

I shivered, trying to forget about the show title I just heard. 

“...I think I’m gonna have nightmares.” 

“Yeah, sorry Piccino,” I turned around to see Angel walking into the room, “Should’ve warned ya about that.” 

“Are all the shows like that?” I asked in horror. 

“Yeahhhhhh,” Angel rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, “Pretty much.” 

“...now this is just sad.” 

Angel chuckled, coming over and sitting down next to me on the couch. I took notice that Angel was yet again not in his usual outfit. He was wearing leggings with a giant oversize great sweater. 

“I have the day off today,” Angel said as he pulled out his phone somehow reading my mind, “And I didn’t feel like trying.” 

“Fair,” I said gesturing towards my own outfit. 

I was currently wearing a pair of dark grey leggings with a baggy sweatshirt saying “I speak fluent sarcasm” on it. I had on a pair of black combat boots that Charlie had gotten for me as well. My hair was just it’s usually messy self, with me not really having any proper way to do anything with it. 

…Not that I had any knowledge of what to do with my hair.

“Do you have any plans today?” Angel asked, scrolling through his phone. 

“No,” I groaned, falling back into the couch cushions, “I am going to die of boredom! There is nothing to do!” 

“Want something to cure that boredom?” 

“...I’m listening.” 

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“Yeah Kit! Rock it!” 

I don’t know what kind of weird dance I was doing, but I was doing it. 

Angel had ran upstairs and came back with a giant speaker that he plugged his phone into with an aux cord. At first, I was confused, until Angel began playing random cheesy pop sounding songs. There were a good few that had sexual innuendos, but it was pretty similiar to music back when I was alive so I quickly ignored those and just jammed out to the music. 

Some were quite catchy, but I could not tell you any of the names of the songs or the artists. Almost like the author didn’t want to think up any actual names. 

…what?

“Oh I love this song!” Angel exclaimed as a new song began playing. 

Underneath the neon lights, we shine,  

Laughing loud, sipping drinks, we are free.  

With a wink and playful jibe, we align,  

It’s all in jest, come and join our spree.

Angel began dancing without a care, laughing as we both just danced. It was so stupid how fun this actually was, but it made me feel light and joyful. 

They say that love can sting, who knows?  

All this charm wrapped in a sweet disguise.  

But in this place where wild laughter flows,  

Trust me, life’s way better in wise lies.

“Yea Piccino!” Angel exclaimed, a giant grin on his face, “You’re killing it!” 

“Hell yeah I am!” I exclaimed, laughing. 

This place is full of friendly assholes,  

Dancing past the limits, breaking the norms.  

With hearts of gold in playful roles,  

We laugh through chaos, ride the wild storms.

“Dance break!” Angel began doing the robot as an instrumental break began playing in the song.

I laughed, also doing the robot with him. 

We just laughed, both knowing just how ridiculous we were being but not caring at all as the instrumental came to an end. 

Chasing dreams where no one takes offense,  

Making friends in the quirkiest ways.  

With every joke, we build our defense,  

Living for these vibrant, reckless days.  

“This song is so fucking cheesy!” 

“I know! It’s fucking great!” 

They say that love can sting, who knows?  

All this charm wrapped in a sweet disguise.  

But in this place where wild laughter flows,  

Trust me, life’s way better in wise lies. 

This place is full of friendly assholes,  

Dancing past the limits, breaking the norms.  

With hearts of gold in playful roles,  

We laugh through chaos, ride the wild storms.

“Take it away Piccino!” Angel gestured towards me dramatically. 

“Ah yeah!” I began hovering in the air, basically throwing my arms around chaotically. 

We were just laughing and having a blast, not a care in the world. 

So raise your glass with a cheeky grin,  

Life’s a party, let’s let the fun roll.  

In this wild world, where friendships begin,  

We’ll forever be these friendly assholes.

The song came to an end, with Angel and I doing a silly similiar pose. It took just a few seconds before we were both laughing hysterically. 

“Oh my god this was so stupid!” 

“I know!” 

“You two having fun” 

We so didn’t scream when we heard Husk speak out of nowhere. Husk was standing by the bar, his arms crossed with a giant crate of drinks ontop of the bar. He had a giant smirk on his face as I felt my face heat up in embarrassment. I glanced at Angel in the corner of my eye, and his fur was all a hot pink around his face and down his neck. 

“H-how long h-have you been th-there?” Angel asked wearily. 

“Around when the last song started,” Husk shrugged his shoulders as if it wasn’t a big deal that he just watched us dancing around like a bunch of fucking baboons. 

Angel and I groaned in embarrassment as Husk burst out laughing. 

Despite the embarrassing situation, I couldn’t help but smile. 

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Chapter Text

Friendly Assholes: 

Chapter: Bonding with Angel

Description: Angel is determined to cheer Kit up. What better way than to make playful fun at the hotel staff with a popular song in hell that is sang by an unnamed popstar cause Mac is too braindead to think of even more names for one off characters. 

Verse 1 :

Underneath the neon lights, we shine,  

Laughing loud, sipping drinks, we are free.  

With a wink and playful jibe, we align,  

It’s all in jest, come and join our spree.  

Pre-Chorus: 

They say that love can sting, who knows?  

All this charm wrapped in a sweet disguise.  

But in this place where wild laughter flows,  

Trust me, life’s way better in wise lies.  

Chorus: 

This place is full of friendly assholes,  

Dancing past the limits, breaking the norms.  

With hearts of gold in playful roles,  

We laugh through chaos, ride the wild storms.  

(instrumental break that has all that weird repeating off words and such that cliche pop songs will do)

Verse 2: 

Chasing dreams where no one takes offense,  

Making friends in the quirkiest ways.  

With every joke, we build our defense,  

Living for these vibrant, reckless days.  

Pre-Chorus: 

They say that love can sting, who knows?  

All this charm wrapped in a sweet disguise.  

But in this place where wild laughter flows,  

Trust me, life’s way better in wise lies.  

Chorus: 

This place is full of friendly assholes,  

Dancing past the limits, breaking the norms.  

With hearts of gold in playful roles,  

We laugh through chaos, ride the wild storms.  

(instrumental break that has all that weird repeating off words and such that cliche pop songs will do)

Outro: 

So raise your glass with a cheeky grin,  

Life’s a party, let’s let the fun roll.  

In this wild world, where friendships begin,  

We’ll forever be these friendly assholes.

Chapter Text

“Okay, I got this right?” 

Oink.

“Right! I got this.” 

I took a deep breath. I was standing in the middle of my room with a pair of leggings and a random shirt that said “Normal People Scare Me”. Fat Nuggets was sitting on my desk chair, staring at me with a tilted head and looking adorable as usual. Since Angel had to go to work and I’m still on house arrest, he asked me to watch Fat Nuggets for the day. This led to Husk having a playful argument with Angel about being replaced as the designated Nuggets babysitter. I also was confused why Angel was trusting me with his pet piggy, but I won’t complain. 

How could I say no? I get to spend the day with the cutest pig to ever exist.

Anyways!

In front of me was one of the planted pots from the hallway that I snagged. Niffty just so happened to be in the hallway when I grabbed the plant, which led to an awkward stand off before she went scurrying off. I decided not to question it and just dragged the pot in.

I shook out my hands, determined to master these strange magic powers I was given. I didn't want another incident to happen again. And I would probably be let out by myself if I could kick the shit out of assholes on the street. 

Damn I could be the next Poison Ivy..

Anyways!

I threw my hands up and stared daggers at the plant, trying to get the weird shit to happen again. 

Nothing happened. Fat Nuggets snorted behind me like was laughing at me. 

“Grow!” I exclaimed, throwing my hands towards the plant again. 

The plant did nothing. It was like it was lifeless. 

…I checked to make sure it was a living plant. It is.  

“Abracadabra!” 

…nothing.

“Alakazam!” 

…nada. 

“...Shazam?”

…

“...okay this is fucking stupid,” I growled as I put my hands down in embarrassment. 

Oink .

“I don’t know why I thought that would work,” I walked over and picked up the plant with a sigh, “This ain’t a fucking Disney movie.” 

Oink.

“I mean, I guess we can burst into song randomly like a Disney movie.” 

Oink . 

“Maybe,” I sat the plant down on my desk next to Fat Nuggets, “I need to imagine it growing? Or is it just tied to my emotions? These powers did show up whenever I’ve been upset or angry.” 

Oink . 

“Don’t judge! The only knowledge I have of magic is what I’ve seen in books or movies.” 

“That truly shows dear.” 

“...Nuggets you can talk?” 

I stared at the pig in question, who just tilted his head back at me. I heard a laugh by the door with a slight radio crackle. I whipped around towards the door to see Alastor standing in my open doorway. 

Crap, did I forget to close my door?

Also, how long had he been standing there?! 

Creeper?! (aw man!) 

“Oh,” I clasped my hands together and awkwardly shuffled my feet, “Hi Alastor! Sorry, I forgot to close my door.” 

“Quite alright my dear,” Alastor waved his hand around as he still stood right outside my door, “I just heard a bunch of funny words and couldn’t help but be curious.” 

“Shit sorry,” I rubbed the back of my neck as I glanced at the plant still on my desk, “I’ll be more quiet. I know y’all are working.” 

Alastor glanced at the plant, his unmoving smile seeming to soften as he was thinking. About what? I had no idea.

…goddamn he is very creepy and hard to read. 

“Practicing your magic?” 

Crap.

“Yeah,” I picked up Fat Nuggets, who oinked at the sudden move, “But I need to go feed this little cutie anyways, so Imma be taking a break.” 

Alastor just hummed as he turned around and walked out the room while calling over his shoulder, “Very well. I’ll leave you to it then dear!” 

I blinked in confusion at the strange interaction that just happened. Fat Nuggets and I stared at each other, most likely thinking the same exact thing.

What the fuck?

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“You are one spoiled pig.” 

Oink.

“Yeah, yeah,” I rolled my eyes as I fed Fat Nuggets his veggie salad, “Just eat your carrots and squash.” 

As soon as I placed the plate in front of Fat Nuggets, he chomped away. I just sighed as I looked down at my hands. I felt so conflicted about these magic powers. On one hand, I had started losing control so easily and have hurt people because of them. Yeah, it was just a scratch on Angel’s cheek, but what if next time it’s worse? However, I remember the feeling I felt when I was with Millie and Moxxie. I was able to somewhat control them there and I felt powerful. Like I could take anything on. 

Isn’t that how villian story starts?

…I’ll just have to be careful.

“Why is magic so hardddddd,” I groaned as I face planted into my hands, “Stories that have the protagonist do magic describe it as being natural for them.” 

Oink.

Fat Nuggets just kept eating, ignoring my death-life crisis. I just sighed, running a hand through the mess of hair on my head. I really need to get some proper hair products for this mess on my head. Fat Nuggets make cute little snorts as he devours his food. I couldn’t help but coo at him and pat his head. 

“You are such a great listener. Oh to be a cute little pig with no worries in the world-” 

“Hello there-” 

POOF

“-Kit.” 

“What the fuck Alastor?! You scared the shit out of me! Do you need to start wearing a fucking bell?! And why are you giant?!” 

Alastor just stared in shock down at me. He looked like he was trying to process what he was seeing in front of him. Which felt weird cause he did appear to be a whole lot taller than normal. 

Like freakishly bigger…

Like he suddenly became like that giant from Jack and the Beanstalk.  

“Actually,” I finally looked around, seeing that everything was a whole lot bigger, “Why is everything giant?” 

Oink .

I looked up at the counter, Fat Nuggets staring down at me with what looked like a worried look. 

I tried to reach up, however instead of my normal hand, I saw a… hoof?

“What the fuck?!” I screamed as I stared at my new hoof, “What’s happened to me?!” 

“It appears,” Alastor finally spoke, “That you turned into a pig-” 

“No shit Sherlock!” 

Alastor’s eye twitched as I screamed at him but I didn’t care. 

I WAS A FUCKING PIG!!

“WHY?! HOW?! WHAT?! AHHHHHHH!!!!”

“What’s going on here?” 

Oh god I am doomed.

In walked Charlie and Vaggie, Vaggie holding some sort of spear. They also froze in the kitchen, trying to process the site of two pigs in the kitchen. 

“¿Por qué carajo hay dos cerdos?” Vaggie mumbled as she appeared to be blue screening and in her default language now.

“Did Angel get a second pet pig?” Charlie asked, literal stars in her eyes, “Cause they are adorable!” 

“I am not adorable!” 

“Holy shit!” 

“¡¿Qué carajo?!”

…oh boy this is gonna be a long day.

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“So,” Cherri stared at me with a wide eye, “They turned themselves into a pig?” 

“Yeah,” Charlie rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly, “And we have no idea how to change them back.” 

“They are so cute!” Niffty ran up, picking me up off of the coffee table. 

“Nooooooo,” I groaned, trying to wiggle out of Niffty’s grip, “I am not cute!” 

After trying to explain what had happened to the best of my ability, Charlie exploded with awes as she pratically squeezed the life out of me. Vaggie practically had to rip me out of her grip, with Alastor just laughing by the door. It was honestly surreal to hear Alastor seeming to be genuinely laughing for the first time since I’ve met him. 

Fat Nuggets and I were carried into the living room, now being surrounded by the few adults who happened to be working from the hotel today. That apparently was Alastor, Charlie, Vaggie, Niffty. 

Cherri just so happened to be hanging out at the hotel. 

“Niffty dear,” Alastor stood behind the couch in his typical sketchy way, “They do need their brains unscrambled.” 

“Aw,” Niffty reluctantly placed me back down on the coffee table. 

Without thinking, I shook similar to how Fat Nuggets would when put down after being held for awhile. This led Charlie, Niffty, and Cherri to awe at me. 

“Stop that!” 

I felt my face warming, which made me question if pigs could blush. 

…problem for later Kit.

“Alright,” Charlie clapped her hands together, “So we have three options that we can try.” 

I nodded my head, “Hit me with them.” 

“Well,” Charlie began slowly pacing as she began explaining her ideas, “First, I can try and use one of my dad’s old books in an attempt to change you back.” 

“Mi amor, are you sure that’s a good idea?” Vaggie looked up at Charlie in concern, “Some of those books haven’t been touched in centuries.”

Oh god please don’t use me as a guinea pig for old ass magic. 

“That is where the other options come into play,” Charlie continued enthusiastically explaining her ideas with a pep in her step, “We could also just wait for my dad to come back and see if he can turn them back.” 

“If?!” 

“Or Kit can try and turn themself back to normal.” 

“You don’t think I’ve been trying!” I stomped my foot in frustration, “I have been doing nothing but trying! It’s like whenever I want to actually use any magic girl shit it doesn’t work! It only ever happens when I get-” 

POOF!

“-upset…fuck.” 

I had turned back to normal with green electric magic girl shit surrounding me, still standing on the coffee table as well. It had to be a very strong table, cause it didn’t even groan at the sudden new weight. Fat Nuggets oinked in joy as he gave me piggie kisses on my leg. 

Thank god that my clothes apparently stay on my normal form… this would’ve been extremely awkward otherwise. 

“Well problem solved,” Cherri said with her phone out, “Good thing I took a picture when I did. Angie is gonna love this shit.” 

…fucking damnit.

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“And I ended up getting a magic 101 lesson for at least two hours.” 

“Damn ZooZoo,” Birdie said in the game voice chat, “That sounds rough.” 

“Yeah,” I sighed as I kept sneaking around to find the opposing team, “But it’s whatever.” 

“Honestly,” Moon spoke up, sounding bored but intrigued at the same, “It sounds like you have some badass powers if you needed to have a giant lecture on how NOT to have them flare up like crazy.” 

After having said lecture, Angel thankfully was back home so I could pass off the cute pigger and try to forget that today even happened in my room through video games. I found myself playing the same game, which I now can recall the name, “Call of Guns and Death.” 

…kind of on the nose, but whatever.

Anyways, this time when I booted the game, I decided to plug in the new headset that Charlie gave me, that apparently used to be hers when she used to do a lot of online gaming. She said she doesn’t play them much anymore, mainly playing co-op games with Vaggie now-a-days. I knew it was a risk, recalling the extremely toxic voice chats I’ve been subjected to when I used to play games like this when I was alive. 

But apparently luck was on my side. 

I ended up on a team with two very fun players with the usernames RoyalBird12 and MoonBreaker69. While the fourth person was muted, I ended up getting along extremely well with the other two. We ended up staying together for the rest of the night, planning on sharing something called a Pisscord when I eventually made an account. 

Not gonna lie, it felt nice to have made my own friends outside of the hotel. 

“I mean they should be cool,” I sighed, “But honestly, they’ve been nothing but a pain in the ass.” 

“How so?-Oh you fuckheads!” Birdie asked, then she shouted as her death appeared on screen.

“I’ll avenge you Birdie,” Moon said as the person who killed Birdie appeared with a death message, “Anyways, you were saying ZooZoo?” 

“I mean, no matter what I do, I can’t seem to use it when I want to-die fuckers!” I managed to kill some of the enemy team, “And they just seem to hinder my everyday life.” 

“...not gonna lie, you sound like you're describing the typical ADHD experience.” 

“Birdie!” 

“Sorry, sorry. But maybe looking at it that way can help?” 

“...what?” 

“I think what Birdie means is that in the same way that every person deals with ADHD differently, maybe you just need to find the way that works best with you.” 

“...damn are you a therapist Moon?” 

“Hell no. I would rather drop fucking dead then be a therapist.” 

I couldn’t help but burst out laughing, Birdie laughing as well. And with that, we continued the game, cracking jokes here and there.

If everyday could be like this, I’d be forever happy. 

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Chapter Text

“So… you have more powers?” 

“Yeah!” I beamed proudly. 

“And Daddy Luci says you might have even more?” 

“Yep!” 

“Don’t call the king of hell daddy Angel.”

“Damn kid,” Angel whistled, sitting with me at the bar and ignoring Husk’s comment, “How have you gone this long without knowing?” 

“Not sure,” I shrugged, deciding to sprinkle in most of the truth, “I guess I have never had an opportunity to use them.” 

“I call bullshit,” Husk grumbled, drinking from one of those cheap booze bottles. 

I’ve been here for at least two weeks, honestly maybe more because it feels like I’ve been here for at least a year, having developed a sort of routine with the others. During the day, I occupy my time taking care of Fat Nuggets and playing games with Birdie and Moon. Sometimes Moon can’t play our typical games because they have an adulting job and so we would end up being on a call with Moon. Sometimes Birdie and I would try playing random two player games we find. 

It usually would be a terrible idea cause most of them were sex related and Birdie revealed that she is also Asexual. 

…honestly we are both scared beyond belief and agree to never venture into that unknown ever again.  

Anyways, towards around five, Angel would come back from work and I would end up hanging out with him at the bar with Husk. It was really fun, with Angel testing my animal knowledge that I always bragged about. Fat Nuggets would also claim me as his favorite person every time I was ever in the room. It made Angel jealous but also was apparently the cutest thing he had ever seen.

He apparently had a folder on his phone literally just labeled “The Two Small Beans”. 

All three of us would sometimes play cards with Husk, who was now teaching me how to play so many games. If we weren’t doing that, Husk would teach me card tricks. 

I hate to brag, but I think I’m getting pretty good. 

Anyways!

“Call bullshit all you want,” I place my hands sassily on my hips, “But I never needed magic.” 

Angel and Husk made eye contact, having one of those telepathic adult conversations that I wish I could decipher what they were somehow saying to each other with their minds. 

Knock knock knock.

We all turned towards the door, with the knocking seeming to never end. The person on the other side just kept banging on the door. I growled as my ears pinned back from the annoying knocking. 

“Motherfucker,” Husk also had his ears pinned back in pain.

“I got it,” Angel groaned as he got up from his seat and headed towards the door, “Calm your tits fucker! I’m coming!” 

The knocking paused.

…until it started back up again even louder than before. 

“Holy fucking shit,” I rolled my eyes while trying to not let the banging get to me, “Some people are just-” 

SLAM!

“The fuck?” 

Husk and I both looked over in confusion as Angel had suddenly slammed the door, his eyes wide like he had just seen a ghost. Angel peeked the door open, then quickly slammed the door shut again. 

“Hey Husk, do you happen to know where Smiles and Charlie are?” 

“They should be upstairs with Vaggie. Said that they were gonna brainstorm ideas to attract more people to the hotel. Why?” 

“We need them down here now.” 

Now I was getting worried. Angel had pulled out a tommy gun out of nowhere and was glaring at whoever was through the door. Husk stood up, a blood red interesting looking card appearing out of thin air. I picked Fat Nuggets up, who quietly oinked as he seemed to also realize that something was wrong. 

“Kid, go get Charlie and Alastor,” Husk said, placing himself between me and the door. 

“But-” 

“Now Kit.” 

I shut my mouth, knowing this was serious if Husk was using my actual name. 

I swear, I think he and Angel are allergic to saying my name. 

Ignoring the no flying rule, I went flying up the stairs. Fat Nuggets oinked in my arms at the sudden speed increase. Thankfully, the meeting room was only on the third floor, so it didn’t take me too long to slam open the meeting room door. Everyone looked up in shock as I managed to barely save myself from falling on my face. I could feel the familiar tingle from my new powers acting up, but over these past few weeks I managed to be able to somewhat control them and keep them from going crazy again. 

“Niño, ¿qué carajo pasó?” Vaggie looked at me with concern at the way I had come flying in. 

…literally. 

Charlie was looking at me with wide eyed concern and Alastor was his typical Chesire self. 

“You’re needed downstairs! Someone is at the door and whoever it is has Angel and Husk pull out weapons and look ready to fight.” 

As soon as I said that, Alastor disappeared into the shadows as Charlie and Vaggie went sprinting out the door behind me. Vaggie had her wings appear, which I totally forgot that she had because she was able to hide them away, and she grabbed Charlie. 

I hesitantly looked back towards the stairs, debating on whether or not I should head back to the lobby. I hesitated for one second before I went flying towards the stairs. I was determined to help, even if that meant being a nuisance to the person. I stopped at the top of the stairs, looking over the balcony. 

I may be an idiot but I’m not that stupid to just possibly enter in the middle of a fight. 

Alastor, who somehow became even scarier, was holding up a person with some sort of shadow tendril with the scariest look while still smiling. Vaggie had her spear out and was pointing it at the person. Charlie suddenly looked a lot more like a demon of hell, with horns and a tail to boot, and was holding a frickin 'trident at the person. Angel and Husk were also surrounding the person. 

What made my heart stop was when I realized who it was that they were threatening. 

Despite the darker and spikier clothes, I could recognize the head of the angel army anywhere. 

It was motherfucking Adam. 

He wasn’t wearing his helmet, which I always thought was stupid, but he now had the horns of said helmet on his actual head. His halo was black and his eyes had demon slits in them now. He also had a demon tail similar to Charlie’s. His wings had gone from a golden color to an ashy gray. 

Despite that, you could still clearly tell that it was Adam. 

“Can we talk about this?” Adam groaned, sounding like he was in severe pain. 

“Cabrón, how are you alive?!” Vaggie yelled, her spear now barely an inch away from Adam’s face. 

*Trigger Warning Applies Here*

I felt my gut twist as the conversation began to fade to background noise as others began yelling as well. Why was he here? How was he here? This was bad. Shit, what if he recognizes me? I never really talked to him, but I have bumped into him occasionally and I stood out a lot compared to the other angels. 

What if he recognizes me and outs me to the others? 

I had just gotten comfortable. Of course it’s when I started getting comfortable. 

What will happen if the others find out? They don’t seem to like angels. Would they kick me out? Would they kill me? 

Oh my god how would Husk and Angel feel? 

I swear I could hear my heartbeat in my ear as I slowly backed away from the banister. I could faintly hear Fat Nuggets oinking away. I felt my back hit the wall. I could hear a ringing in my ear. 

I could already hear Angel and Husk telling me how disappointed they are. I can practically see the disappointed looks on their faces-

“Kit!” 

“Piccino, what’s wrong!?” 

This was it. They were going to-

I felt something cold and slightly wet brush against my cheek. 

I blinked. I hadn’t realized that I had slid down the wall to sit down and had dropped Fat Nuggets in the process. Said pig was giving me pig kisses on the cheek. He must’ve also ran to get Angel and Husk, cause they were both in front of me. Angel was closest, crouched down and with a hand out like he wanted to comfort me but didn’t know how. Husk was standing still but he looked like he was ready to try and fight whatever was causing me pain. 

“Sunshine, are you okay?” Angel whispered, his hand briefly moving towards me before retreating once again. 

I blinked back the tears, clawing at my chest. It felt like a giant weight was pushing on my chest and keeping me from breathing. I could faintly hear Fat Nuggets. 

He probably told them. 

They’re gonna get you to let your guard down. 

They’re gonna hurt you. 

I don’t want to be hurt.

“Farfallina bella e bianca.”

I blinked in confusion. There was singing in another language in a calm and quiet voice. It was soothing and sounded super familiar. 

“vola vola mai si stanca.”

I felt a hand gently placed on top of my head. I don’t know why, but I felt myself start to breathe normally.

“vola qua, vola là:

mai nessun la fermerà!”

Without thinking, I latched onto the person singing. I realized that it was Angel who was singing. I felt my tears falling freely as I sobbed into Angel’s arms. 

“Vola, vola ore ed ore,

poi si posa su un bel fiore.”

I felt Angel hug me back, rubbing soothing circles on my back and gently patting my head. I thought I heard some commotion from downstairs, but I ignored it and instead focused on the warm feeling. I felt a clawed hand also running through my hair. 

“vola qua, vola la:

mai nessun la fermerà!”

As Angel stopped singing, I just sat and focused on breathing. Now that I wasn’t panicking as much, I could feel the familiar magic tingle that meant that I had lost control again. Most likely how Husk and Angel knew that something was wrong. I took deep breaths, feeling the magic tingle begin to go down. 

“When did you fuckers learn to grow plants?!” 

I heard Adam downstairs, then was quickly followed by what sounded like someone smacking him. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

The guy has needed to be slapped way more for many different things. 

“Feeling better Piccino?” Angel asked, still hugging me tightly. 

“Yeah,” I whispered, my throat feeling quite sore, “Sorry about that.” 

“Don’t worry about it kid,” Husk said, making me realize that he was crouched down with Angel and me, “But are you sure you’re okay?” 

I felt the lump in my throat return, but took a deep breath. 

You better say something so they don’t suspect the real reason you freaked out.

“I just,” I felt the tears welling up again as I thought about everyone looking ready for a beat down, “The anger- I mean you all were so serious. The yelling- I just thought-” 

Angel shushed me as he hugged me tighter, “It’s okay Sunshine. Deep breaths. Take your time. You are safe.” 

I took a shaky breath. I heard a quiet grunt as Fat Nuggets laid down in my lap. I couldn’t help but smile at the cute little booger. 

“...everyone was so angry.” 

“Yes we were angry,” Husk said, gently placing his hand on my shoulder, “But we were not angry at you.” 

I couldn’t help the shiver as I thought I could hear Jackass screaming at me before Thee Bitch would start beating the crap out of me for angering the Jackass. 

“Anger leads to hits,” I mumbled without thinking.

I tensed as I realized that I said that out loud. I felt the panic begin rising once again. 

Fuck! Why did I say that?! I wasn’t supposed to say that! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I saw Angel and Husk’s eyes widen as I guess it clicked in their heads what I meant. 

Fucking big mouth stupid piece of-

“Kit, look at me.” 

I gulped as I meekly looked up at Husk. 

“We can’t promise we’ll never get mad,” Husk said, a seriousness in his voice that I’ve never heard before, “It is a normal emotion that everyone gets. However, we would NEVER hit you for it. I would rather chop off both my hands and go sober than ever hit you. Ever.” 

I felt my jaw drop. 

…the alcoholic said he would rather go through the pain of going sober before ever hitting me. 

“Whiskers is right Kit,” Angel chimed in, giving me a reassuring smile, “I would never subject someone else to that. Especially a child.” 

…I feel like there was more to that sentence than he is letting on. 

“...do you mean it?” I couldn’t help but ask, doubt creeping into my head, “Even if I do something incredibly stupid?” 

“Especially if you do something stupid,” Angel reassured me. 

*Trigger Warning End Here*

I smiled, grabbed Husk and dragged him into a group hug with Angel. 

I was incredibly shocked about how comfortable I was with getting hugs from Husk and Angel. I knew that I had grown comfortable enough with everyone here to the point that I didn’t mind them placing a hand on my shoulders. However, I had been very clear, especially with Charlie, that I wasn’t comfortable with hugs and prolonged physical contact. She was thankfully very understanding and had managed to pull back on her physical affection. I know it was hard for her, so I typically also would push myself slightly out of my comfort zone and give her permission for one hug per day. 

The day I told her that, you’d think she was gonna explode with how excited she was. 

After sitting for what felt like hours but was probably only five minutes, we all pulled back and I picked up the piggie once again. Fat Nuggets gave me a hell of a lot of piggie kisses, like he was trying to say “You dumb bitch! Love yourself fucker!” 

“Are you okay to come down?” Angel asked, “Everything has calmed down and we do want you involved in the conversation since you do live here as well.” 

I took a deep breath and nodded. 

Even if Adam did out me to the others, I was gonna hope that what Angel and Husk just promised will hold strong. 

We all walked downstairs to what honestly looked like a warzone. 

Turns out, my magic girl shit had been the strongest it has ever been and every single plant that was in the lobby had grown to monstrous sizes. The whole lobby was full of thorny vines that still had the faint shimmer of green on them as they seemed to finally gone still. Vaggie and Charlie were out of breath as they looked like they had been trying to make sure none of the vines broke anything important. Niffty was frantically running around, seeming to be planning on how to get this mess cleaned up. Alastor was standing as creepily as before, however he had released Adam, who was staring around the lobby in pure disbelief at what he had just witnessed. 

“What the fuck was that shit?!” 

“Sorry,” I mumbled, feeling so embarrassed, “It was an accident.” 

Adam turned towards me, frog-blinking as he seemed to be processing that someone else was now in the room. I could practically hear the gears trying to turn in his head. 

“...who the fuck are you?” 

Without thinking I snarked back, “You kiss your mama with that mouth dickhead?” 

Everyone froze… then everyone but Adam burst out laughing. 

“Who are you calling dickhead dickhead?!” Adam shrieked after recovering with his face all red, “And I don’t have a mother you bitch?!”

“I ain’t no bitch,” I crossed my arms, feeling more confident, “And I ain’t your therapist. No need to yell out your trauma.” 

“My trauma?!” 

“Ragazzo, oh mio dio,” Vaggie barely managed to get out between laughs. 

“This is Kit,” Charlie interrupted, at least attempting to hide her laughs, “They are a guest of this hotel and they have a right to be involved while we figure out-” 

“Figure out what,” Adam crossed his arms, a far cry from the imposing head of the angel army, “It’s your guy’s fault I’m down here, so you fuckers have to fix this shit.” 

“Our fault?!” Vaggie exclaimed, her grip tightening on her spear, “Perra you were the one who decided to move the extermination ahead of schedule and threaten us!” 

“I’m not a pear!” 

“I didn’t call you one! I called you a perra!”

“Stop calling me a pear!” 

“¡Dios mío, voy a castrar a este cabrón!”

“I don’t speak taco!” 

I snorted, trying so hard not to die a second death. 

“Oh boy,” Charlie whispered as she was trying to process what the hell was going on in front of her. 

This was getting good. Where’s the popcorn?

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“I don’t get this.” 

“It’s the simplest of games,” I focused on the screen, enjoying the easy victory, “You are just thinking way too hard about this.” 

Husk just grumbled as he continued to walk around aimlessly in the game. 

After seperating Adam and Vaggie, I was finally told about Vaggie’s backstory and how she was an exorcist angel, hence why she was so violent with Adam. Adam apparently had been stabbed to a second death during the last extermination, which is why he was incredibly shocked to wake up alive, but now with a sinner form. It wasn’t hard to figure out who had stabbed him because whenever Niffty walked into the room, he would deflate and cower away in fear. Adam had been wandering around when he realized that his only way to even be able to contact heaven would be through Charlie, which is why he came to the hotel. 

Oh, everyone took full advantage of the predicament that Adam was in. 

Charlie and Vaggie said that they would allow Adam to stay, but only if he took part in the redemption program. They also said that Adam would have to follow a strict set of rules until he proves himself to the hotel. 

He. Was. Not. Happy. 

However, he couldn’t really do anything, as this was truly the only place he could afford to stay. Since he had no money and had no modern skills for any of the jobs in hell. 

Literally. When Angel asked about this work experience, he only talked about being a shepherd. 

…old motherfuck-

“Haha! Suck it you undead motherfuck!” Angel exclaimed as he finally managed to kill a baby zombie. 

Yes, we were playing a knockoff hell version of Minecraft. It was called Skincraft. 

Why?... I don’t know. 

It’s like the author just couldn’t figure out any other proper name to call the game. 

…man I need to stop having these weird thoughts. 

After the whole Adam situation, Angel and Husk were determined to help cheer me up. So, we found an XBox looking console and booted up Skincraft. It seemed like the easiest option for a game to play, since there weren’t many rules if any at all. I mainly built the basic base and ran the farm for food for us. Angel became determined to explore, constantly traveling so far away from the base that he had to carry a bed with him at all times because it would get dark and he would be thousands of blocks away. Husk was determined to be able to simply get supplies like wood and stone. 

But it was like the game could sense that he was the newest player and targeted him with everything it had. 

“What are you assholes doing?” 

We all turned over our shoulders to see Adam standing behind us on the couch. Despite how he asked, he was looking at the TV with genuine curiosity. 

“It's a sandbox game,” I explained, turning back towards the TV, “Basically, you can do whatever you want in the game but you need to also be able to survive the monsters and natural things like hunger.” 

“...huh…can I try?” 

I blinked, looking over my shoulder in curiosity. 

“...sure?” 

*spongebob narrator* 5 minutes later.

“What the fuck! Fuck off you fucker!” 

“I told you not to look him in the fucking eyes!” 

“How was I supposed to know that he’d fucking chase after me!” 

“I literally told you that’s what he would do dumbass!” 

“Husk watch out!” 

“Oh shit!” 

I couldn’t help but laugh as I watched the three old men screaming and yelling at a video game. 

I just smiled, feeling extremely light and happy. 

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Chapter Text

Farfallina bella e bianca: 

Description: A traditional Italian lullaby, Farfallina Bella e Bianca is usually a favorite of both babies and parents. The song is about a beautiful, white butterfly. 

Lyrics: 

Farfallina bella e bianca

vola vola mai si stanca

vola qua, vola là:

mai nessun la fermerà!

Vola, vola ore ed ore

poi si posa su un bel fiore

vola qua, vola la:

mai nessun la fermerà!

Translation Lyrics: 

Little butterfly beautiful and white

flies, flies and never gets tired

flies here, flies there:

no one will ever stop her!

Flies, flies hours and hours

then she stops on a beautiful flower

flies here, flies there:

no one will ever stop her!