Death Of a Sinner (Hazbin hotel x Male reader)

Prologue 3: The Boss

Note: The story you are reading is owned by me. And is non-canon, this is my own take on the storyline.
The rights to Hazbin hotel belong
Vivienne Medrano

Y/n POV

It's been About 2 Months now since I've been in hell and my time here has been working wonders, Charlie and Vaggie have been getting closer with each other, sometimes I feel like a third wheel.

But then again they are like my best friends at this point. Well considering their my only friends for right now since a lot of sinners don't really like interacting with anyone, here's an example

(Flashback)

I walked down the street I was looking for a clothing store and I asked this big red sinner. I think he was a Jackal demon.

Y/n: hey, sorry to bother you dude. Know where I can find a Clothing store at?

Jackal: Go Fuck yourself

Y/n: so Noooo then....

*The Jackal demon picked me up and threw me into a dumpster*

Y/n:*scream* Fuck *hits dumpster and door closes*
(Flashback end)

(Flashback again)

I walked to a park and sat at a bench while Charlie and Vaggie set up for a picnic

Charlie: uh, Vaggie we forget the bread :(

Vaggie:*sighs* Charlie I told you before we left if you had everything

I stood up

Y/n: I could go get some bread for us real quick Vags

Vaggie: Don't call me that

Charlie: awww thanks Zy

Y/n: no problem Char

Charlie got up and gave me a side hug while Vaggie got up and gave me five Mammon dollars for the bread at the store.

Vaggie:*gives money* here this should be enough for a loaf

Y/n: alright thanks Vags

Vaggie gave me a "I'm done with your shit look"

Vaggie:Ve a por el pan, cabrón!(Just go get the bread, fucker)

Y/n: okay I'm going, Christ

I slowly walked away from the two to go get the essential ingredient for this picnic that they oh so forgot back at the place we were staying at. God if they weren't so forgetful I'd be out of entertainment.

I walked for like ten minutes and went into a corner store. And I looked for the right bread. Then I went to the counter.

Cashier:*Seductively* You come here often~

Y/n: I'm just here for bread Ms

*Shows money*

Cashier: I take other forms of payment you know~ *she shows her cleavage*

Y/n: sorry I'm not really interested in whores, who don't have self respect

Cashier:*grabs my arm* Let me succ you pretty boi~

Y/n: