Chapter 8: What's Wrong?

A few hours later after order in the Happy Hotel was restored the lobby came alive as the patrons were all back to their usual bout of tame discordance. Everyone mingled and shouted at each other, gave hearty maniacal laughs at each other's expense and basically looked over the whole cake monster fiasco from a little earlier with little care. It wasn't the most eventful thing to happen in Hell so no one was really that concerned about it unless they were joking about how scared someone was when it started rampaging. Husk had also recovered from the whole thing as he was busying himself with cleaning some glasses with a white cloth. As he minded his own business he was soon interrupted by some out of place sounds, like two girls giggling.

The description wasn't too far off because when he looked up he saw the young princess and cyclops trying to conceal their laughter behind a very cute and childish looking notebook. The girls happily spoke quietly as they scribbled away oblivious to Husk's attention and curious look. He didn't give a fuck what those two were so giddy about but all that tingling banter was making his fur rise in annoyance and he could only take so much. "Aye! What the fuck are you two doing?" He asked grumpily. The two sweet demonesses stopped their laughing then looked up from the book before abruptly closing it and smiling as they tried to look innocent-- "tried" being the operative word. "Nooothiiing." Charlie said as her eyes darted suspiciously to the left while Niffty just looked in any-which direction, her lower lip tucked under her teeth as she fought herself from giggling more.

Husk squinted not believing the girls for a second. They were obviously up to something. The stern chimera continued staring down the two while they tried to keep their eye contact with the cat stable for fear that they would crack under pressure from the hard glare he gave them. After a few moments of the three's silent battle of will Charlie spoke trying to ease the tension. "Soooo...Husk what do you think of Briskette?" She asked. The winged feline stilled, raising a brow at the question. "The fuck is that suppose ta mean?" He responded. Charlie paused as she rubbed her arm nervously. "Well...uh do you um...like her?" She asked. "Kid I don't like anyone." He answered before going back to his job.

Charlie was determined though she wanted some kind of confirmation that the grumpy old bartender had even the slightest ounce of liking for Brisk. "Come on Husk there's gotta be something you like about her!" The princess said.

"What about her eyes?" She suggested.

"I hate pink."

"Her fur?" Niffty tried.

"Too fluffy."

"Her bubbly personality?" Charlie chimed in.

"Too bubbly." Husk shuttered at the flashbacks that plagued his mind. All that candy and laughter- it was haunting. He opened a new bottle of booze and chugged it. "Don't you think she's pretty?" Niffty asked.

"Yeah-..." the girls beamed with hope until it was abruptly crushed by the cat's continued answer. "...pretty hyper, pretty annoying, pretty insane!" The cat answered. The girls looked defeated until Niffty remembered something. "What about her boobs?" She asked suddenly making Husk spit out his drink violently in shock. "*cough* What!" He exclaimed as he wiped his chin with his arm. The girls' hopes were raised once more. That reaction meant something and they weren't going to let it go to waste. Niffty then spoke again happily. "I saw you looking at her boob fluff earlier!" Husk felt his eye twitch at the claim. Yeah he was eying the chimeress' perky chest but it didn't mean anything.

"So what I ain't the first guy to peep at a woman's chest." He admitted. "Soooo...you like her boobs?" Charlie asked innocently hope gleaming in her eyes once again as she awaited the old cat's answer. Husker just glared at the two pests irate and tired of these stupid questions. He pointed in the opposite direction of where they sat and said in a stern tone. "Get lost you little gnats." After hearing the annoyed tone in the feathered feline's voice the taller princess grabbed the notebook and Niffty then ran off toward another location.

Husk pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation then looked up to see the customers at his bar staring at him. They had obviously been listening to their conversation which of course pissed off the chimera making him yell at the nosy bastards. "The fuck're you dickfaces look'n at?" He growled. The patrons just turned back to their own businesses not saying a single word.

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In the kitchen Allison was stirring some more batter (not possessed) for some cakes and Briskette was rolling out some dough for some pastries while Vaggie stood nearby checking off the task on their list as the many desserts that were already made were piled high and counting. Now they just needed actual food and drinks which Niffty and Angel were put in charge of for the following day. As Allison poured the last of her contents into a pan the doors to the kitchen suddenly opened startling the ladies from their respected tasks. "Charlie, Niffty? What happened?" Vaggie asked. "Nothing!" The two simultaneously yelped in response to the moth's worried question the rushed answer then piqued her suspicions. "Are you two up to something?" She asked somewhat scornfully. "What? No of course not!" Charlie said as she stood in a tense posture darting her eyes around nervously.

Vaggie squinted curiously at the two slowly breaking their will with her scrutinizing glare like a stern parent silently scolding her kids. Before the guilty matchmakers could blurt out their misdeeds out of fear Charlie spoke up to the chimeress and doe demoness at the stove. "Uh...h-hey whatcha guys make'n over here? *sniiif* it smells delicious!" Charlie asked changing the subject. "O-oh we're just making the desserts you requested. I'm m-making the cupcakes and Brisk is retrying the tartlettes. This is the last batch." Allison said as she opened the oven and places the desserts inside while her magic cleaned up the bowls and utensils that were used. The Latina watched the interaction with a pout she knew her girlfriend too well to believe her claims of innocents. She was definitely up to something most likely something she told her not to do, classic Charlie. "A-after this Briskette has offered to m-make dinner for tonight if that's alright with you both." Allison finished as she wiped her hands. The cat grinned in agreement as she now mashed and stirred the strawberries with the sugar and vanilla.

"That's great! So...um Niffty and I are gonna go and see if the uh...um!" Charlie paused unable to think up a convincing excuse. Niffty then quickly piped up. "Rooms!- the unavailable rooms, we're going to make sure they're ready for the new guests coming to the celebration!" She said then she and Charlie both cheesed innocently trying to hid their true intentions. Before the princess' lover could voice any speculations the two were soon nothing but a pair of red, orange and yellow blurs rocketing out of the kitchen doors at the other side of the room.

"God this is not good." Vaggie said as she tiredly rubbed her face. "What's not good?" Asked Brisk as she poured the mashed fruit and flavorings into the little dough cuts. "Nothing." She said. She didn't think I'd be a good idea to tell their coordinators that the manager of the hotel and their housekeeper were trying to set Allison up with the Radio Demon. The poor doe would probably die from shock and Lord knows what Brisk would do, the low-key junky was unpredictable most of the time and Vaggie did not want to provoke any kind of displeasure out of the cat or Satan forbid she got in on it.

"I'm gonna check on the café to make sure nothing is still crawling around there from (presumably) Alastor's little trick." She excused herself then left the kitchen leaving a blushing Allison alone with Briskette who was now placing her desserts next to her friend's. She closed the door and set the timer then prepared the necessary items for cooking dinner. Before she looked up to see her business partner looking down. She immediately pulled the doe into a tight hug poking her cheek and purring in comfort. "Come on sweetie show ya favorite gal-pal a smile!" She exclaimed. Allison just looked away silently. "You seem more down than usual, what's the matter blueberry?" She pried gently. The taller demoness contemplated for a moment she really didn't want to tell anyone about hers and Alastor's agreement but she knew she could trust Brisk with any secrets despite popular belief.

Even so she would rather just keep it to herself. There was a creeping feeling in her gut that told her she should keep the details of the arrangement to herself. "It's- nothing Briskette it's just been a long day that's all." She said as she continued with waving a finger to levitate the dishes as they were being cleaned in the sink. Brisk tilted her head curiously wondering what was bothering her dear friend/surrogate daughter. It's true the chimeress had her own children in life but they were all either in heaven or old as dirt on earth, she considered Allison like a child of her own as she happily supported her little projects and even helped her with whatever she could.

She believed one day the brilliant blue demoness would succeed in planning the most incredible event ever seen in Hell. She believed this project would be that success story, therefore she would do anything so long as there was hope that Allison could genuinely smile her most content smile. The chimeress actually looked a little worried for the doe. Right now all that she could see on the blue doe's face was a deep troubled frown. The cat's magenta pink eyes conveyed an uncertainty she had hardly ever showed. She was unsure that her friend was sincere about her state of mind. Allison was never good at hiding her feelings not even from Brisk.

The cat watched with a slight frown as she read the other woman's slow and deliberate movements. It was as though the demoness was in a sense dragging out her task. "Ya sure?" She asked. Allison must've heard the worry in her older co-worker's voice. She tensed at the question then resumed her work just as quick as she froze then continued mixing and pouring ingredients with her magic as she attempted to ignore the shift in Briskette's voice. "Y-yes I'm j-just trying to g-get things done soon w-what with the little s-set back from earlier." Allison assured.

Still not buying the excuse Brisk reluctantly let the topic go with a sigh. She didn't trust that the doe was being fully truthful but she knew her deer friend could be stubborn when she wanted to be. "Alright then. I'm all done after this batch once I'm done baking I'm gonna get started on dinner!" The cat lady said trying to sound like her usually happy self. Allison nodded with an approving hum. "No no! You go on and take a break I'll finish up everything else here." She offered. "Are you sure?" Asked the older chimeress. "Positively! G-go on now." She kept her attention on her task while Briskette's concerned gaze lingered on the blue lady for a little longer before she exited the kitchen.

Once the doe demoness heard the footsteps leave the kitchen and the door close she sighed deeply as she slumped over her cooking area on the counter as though she had been holding in a breath ever since Alastor's name was mentioned. Her mind still couldn't process why the hell the deer demon would ever want to dine with her when he's shown indications of disdain for her very presence. She was utterly confused. She knew she couldn't just trust him but she couldn't back out now it'd be rude, plus it would likely either get her killed by the deer or her attempts to get out of the arrangement would probably backfire on her.

She was too afraid of every possible bad outcome to calling it off or trying to get out of it like with most of her other past dates, only this time it wasn't some lowly sinner potentially trying to take advantage of her, it was an all powerful overlord who had an appetite for other demons. Allison's face scrounged up in thoughtful terror. Her mind was flooded with visions of her blood-ridden corpse being feasted on by Alastor his sharp yellow teeth tearing into her flesh, his claws digging into her body, his wet greedy tongue licking her blood...the next thing she knew her eyes were dialed up and her lips curled into an amorous smile as she let the thoughts become more viceral and violent. Instead of being appalled by the images she became aroused a small purr sounded from her throat. She immediately caught herself and shook her head so she could force herself to be disgusted but she knew it was futile.

"Nonononononono! I can't think like that! God why?" Why indeed 'why was I cursed with such grotesque desires?' She asked herself as she always did when her mind went to these unsavory places. Allison would never allow herself to act on those unsettling desires. It was unprofessional, plus she would hate to let herself get carried away or else someone would get hurt. "What will I do?" She whined into her hands as they slid down her face in despair. The only solace that she got from any of this is that if she could keep Alastor in a good mood maybe he would back off from disrupting their planning throughout the rest of the cycle.

The doe took a breath and continued baking her last batch of treats and tending to her feline friend's last batch as well. Hopefully once this was all over she could at the very least find a way to keep the Radio Demon from destroying everything she and the two hotel managers have worked for. She only hoped her efforts wouldn't cause her to become another trophy on the overlord's wall.

All Allison could do was pray for a miracle.

...

Outside of the kitchen Brisk made a distraught, face the first true frown she'd made since coming to the hotel. This was not good. She's never seen Allison look so down before. Sure she always looked down but never this much like she was holding a really horrible secret inside. She walked into the bar not even noticing where she was sitting as she climbed onto a barstool her eyes cast down in fearful contemplation as she wondered if something awful had happened to her dear friend.

Husk looked up only to sneer in annoyance when he noticed the chimeress had returned to his bar. He was in no mood for this freak and her insane antics especially after all those strange questions Charlie and Niffty asked him a few minutes ago about where his level of attraction to the lady cat stood. He would've just ignored her but when he took a double-take he saw that the feline was not being her usual cheery self. She seemed sad and quiet, like something was wrong. He also couldn't just move on to another patron since they were the only ones there with the exception of a passed out demon at the far end of the bar.

Try as he might he couldn't overlook how weird it was to not see the fluffy feline smile or even remotely look happy in any way. She looked so distraught and her quiet demeanor just added to the oddity in her behavior. Husk still figured it'd be best not to get involved but part of him was curious to why she seemed so upset. It somehow bothered him to see the chimeress so troubled so much so that he sighed angry with himself for not minding his own damn business as he turned to tend to the normally bubbly cat who was currently making a puzzled posture as she rested her chin on in her paw, her claws curled up while her mind tried to decipher some sort of hidden mystery.

"Here." Husk said as he slid a drink toward the female. She looked up to see Husk turning his head away from her like he was still trying to ignore her presence but it wasn't working. Briskette was a little apprehensive though not because she didn't trust Husk but because she didn't really drink alcohol often but Husk reassured her. "I can tell ya ain't a big drinker it's just root beer." He said.

Brisk smiled a little then took a sip of the drink. It was really nice she imagined it'd taste even better with ice cream in it. This idea brought her mind to all the times she and Allison would celebrate the conclusion of a client's project with a root beer float in their apartment. Allison would be a little upset that things hadn't turned out the way she'd planned but the drink/treat and talking everything out with Briskette always seemed to make her feel better. The chimeress looked back down frowning. She figured root beer floats would not fix whatever was troubling her friend now. Husk furrowed his brows in worry as he watch the fluffy female. He'd told himself a million times that'd he'd prefer the female to be all sad and droopy so she'd shut up and not bother anyone, specifically him but now that his wish had come true he wasn't feeling the relief that he was hoping for.

"Hey everything alright? Your not acting all smiley and shit like usual." He asked. Brisk looked up from her drink. "Huh? Oh yeah. I'm fine just..." She trailed off as she somewhat slumped again. "Did something happen?" He asked sternly with some concern. Brisk looked down again her short bushy turquoise brows furrowing as her eyes squinted sadly. This was serious! If there's one thing Husk had his morals about it was his discontent with women getting hurt.

He had a wife and daughter that he cared for very much in his past life so any mistreatment of any woman was considered unacceptable to him. "No...at least I don't think so- It's Allison." She answered cryptically. "You think something happened to her?" Husk tried to clarify. "I guess. She was really upset and trying really hard not to let me see her face, she seemed scared." Brisk answered.

Husk figured this would be a long conversation so he decided that he needed a drink. "Don't she always act like that?" The cat asked as he took out his booze. "Believe me I've known her for a long time, long enough to know the difference between typical-scared Allison and something-is-wrong-scared Allison." She said moping at her drink. The sound of the cap popping off the booze bottle cracked through the silence before the male took a large swig of his own drink letting the bitter taste sink in before continuing the conversation. "So did she say anthing about it?" The cat went on. "Not much she kept saying she was fine, that she was just trying to catch up on everything that was lost during that attack in the lobby-- she did walk off all huffy." Brisk speculated. This thought alone just made her worry even more. She became wide-eyed as she loudly voiced her theory of what was possibly plaguing her friend.

"Oh! What if she's getting really discouraged about this celebration. She really wants to make it happen and there have been a lot of problems that nearly delayed everything, including me." She concluded sadly and slightly ashamed. Husk couldn't disagree with that. What with Brisk being an indecisive, drug-pushing nut-job and (supposedly) Alastor fucking up their progress, it was possible the doe was getting fed up but she was too passive to do anything about it. Then again why would he care when he just knew this whole thing wasn't gonna work just like all of Charlie's other attempts at hosting a sin-free activity for the patrons in the hotel. Husk just scoffed after gulping down some more of his drink.

"Whatever. Why does she even care about this fucking celebration anyway the hell's she try'n ta accomplish? These thing don't ever work anyway." He questioned indignantly. Briskette's fur bristled a little as her expression became more offended. She stood slightly and pointed a claw into the male cat's chest almost scolding him as he recoiled taking the brash unexpected treatment with a shocked expression. "Allison works very hard to try and give her clients the best experience possible out of their celebrations! She just wants to help make Ms. Charlie's party a success, is that so hard for a grumpy old cat like you to believe?" She nearly hissed. Husk couldn't even blink as he stared at the chimeress' angry pouty face. It was surprising to see the cat react so defensively, never seemed to have a single mean or spiteful bone in her body. She was even surprised at herself as she drew back with a paw to her mouth. "Aye sorry okay? Jeez don't gettcha tampon in a twist." Husk defended with his paws up as soon as the lady let up.

Brisk looked even more upset and ashamed when she sat back down slowly. "Sorry. Allie's just a really nice girl and I just... wish I could do something to make her even a little happy." Briskette said. Husk kind of understood where she was coming from it was mostly the part about wanting to make the girl happy. He'd had that feeling once when he was alive but he hasn't felt that need in a long time. He could say he felt it now although even if he didn't like seeing the female cat all sad he didn't want to make her happy, more of he wanted to cheer her up just a bit so that he could go back to ignoring her more easily.

He sighed before leaning toward the other. "Look don't go make'n it into such a big deal. Trust me you'd be better off not get'n involved. Down here, get'n in other people's business don't help noth'n." Husk advised before taking a long swig of his booze. Brisk looked back up not liking the advice. She cared about Allison, loved her like a daughter she couldn't just leave her alone to be internally tortured.

"I can't just stand by while she's suffering! Maybe if I tried talking to her again she might open up I..." Husk grabbed the cat's mouth with his claws shutting her up manually.

His gaze was looking a bit lazy and half lidded and his face was getting red. Briskette stared in consern as the drunken cat shared eye contact with her though his eyes seemed a bit out of focus. "Prying just makes things worse take it from someone who knows." He assured. He sounded fine for the most part but his posture seemed a tad off for some reason. The chimeress then removed the bartender's paw from her mouth. "Are you okay?" She questioned. Husk was a little thrown off by the question but he soon figured out what she meant. "It's nothing just a bit tipsy from the booze." He said putting a paw to his head. He was use to the buzzing effects of alcohol when getting drunk became inevitable, so for the chimera this was normal.

He wasn't that far gone yet but he could feel himself getting dizzier as he slumped over the counter startling the cat female. Briskette immediately got behind the counter and pushed the heavier cat over a bit so she could see his face. She pulled him up to his nonfunctioning feet making him fall back onto the chimeress' bosom. Husk almost wanted to push the lady away but the scent coming off her chest stopped any attempt he would have made to get away he wondered in the back of his mind if the junkie-feline tasted as much like vanilla as she smelled. He involuntary purred as he nearly slipped away breathing in the lady's sugary smell but once he caught himself he turned his head away from the chimeress' chest with a growl. Brisk was completely unaware of Husk's internal struggle as she looked around for anyone who could help with the situation.

The stubborn and vulgar drunk saved her life today and she wanted to return the favor however she had no idea what to do or who to go to. "Don't bother I get drunk back here all the time. Just let me sit down and sober up." He said. Brisk was confused but she complied as she nodded then lifted him with an arm over her neck then walked him unsteadily to a chair behind the bar and sat him down into it. She sat next to him on a sturdy crate watching him slouch deeper into the wooden furniture. "Give me a minute." He said. Brisk obediently sat and waited as instructed for the cat's senses to come back. Husk would normally bound back within half an hour so he expected to be fine in a bit.

Brisk however was unfamiliar with how this process worked so to her it would feel like forever. To pass the time she decided to try talking with the old man. "So...you said you've dealt with a problem like mine before. Were you trying to help someone too?" She asked. Husk paused for a minute he spoke in a slurred drawl. "Mmore like I was jus' try'n to satisfy myy own curiosity. Whole thing blew up in my face." He said looking down in brooding.

"Was it someone you loved?" Brisk questioned. "I don't love anyone." The stubborn old cat declared. "But you use to." The female said rendering the drunk speechless as he looks away, the remark wasn't a question. He sighs then props his elbow on the arm of the chair. Briskette watches intently as he slumped to the side in thought. "That was a long time ago. I don't really think about that life anymore." He said roughly.

Brisk looked down sadly ears drooping with shame as she too shared a little about her past. "I know you think I was a wreckless mother but I really did love my kids. I just wanted to make them feel better about our situation." She said. Brisk remembered how her family lived in poor unhealthy conditions due to having little money, her children would scrounge for food or steal from people on the streets and she would work tiredly everyday then come home moody and irritable. Her husband died in the war and the man that fathered her eldest son disappeared on her before she even gave birth. She struggled to keep her children happy and to see a bright side to how they lived but it seemed impossible to make them smile for too long. She then discovered the special ingredient that would change her life forever thanks to a troublesome friend at work. It mellowed her out, relieved her stress and curved her anxiety, always keeping her in a constant dream. She even worked more efficiently which got her a promotion so she could feed her children better it, was a miracle until things began to change for the worst.

She became reliant on the drugs causing her health to decline both physically and mentally. It was like she was so carefree now that nothing bothered her, not even serious things like losing her job or her daughter getting caught in a fire that she started by accident. Her six year-old son wondering off because she was so caught up in her hallucinations that she didn't notice. It was all spiraling out of control. Her two older kids were worried but there was little that they could do. They were still too young to even understand the situation themselves. For Brisk it was the happiest she'd been for most of her life. She even convinced herself that the substances were just food ingredients as she learned how to incorporate them into her dessert recipes. Her final mistake that landed her in the asylum was when she fed her substances to her youngest child.

She just wanted him to understand how happy the ingredients made her how they could make all his troubles disappear and for a moment it worked but she had given him too much and it caused him to have a heart attack and die. The fact that she still held her faith in the drugs had her declared insane and sent away to a funny farm where she spent the rest of her life living in her delusions.

After comitting suicide she ended up manifesting in Hell. She never complained but she still sometimes wished she could be with her deceased son even though she knew she didn't deserve it. After a while she found out about Allison's small business in coordinating events so she appointed herself as the blue doe woman's assistant and the rest was history. Now here she was sober enough to recount her past actions and regretting it terribly.

"I make light of my sin because my intentions were good but truthfully, I'd give anything to take it back." She said sadly her voice nearly cracking with guilt. Husk furrowed his long red brows in pity another feeling he hasn't felt since he was alive. It was weird at first to see Brisk so down but now it was downright unnatural. Briskette wasn't just some overly happy nutso with a sugar/drug addiction, she was a mother who fucked up trying way too hard to make her kids happy. She was always trying to better someone's day but hardly anyone appreciates or even wants happiness in Hell. So it must've been difficult even if people accepted her drugs.

Husk turned away from the chimeress before uttering a single gruff word of condolence. "Sorry." He nearly whispered. The female looked up to the other cat still slumped in the chair. He wasn't looking at her but she could still guess his expression she smiled greatfully.

She then asked again to assist him. "Are you sure there isn't anything I can do to help you? I could get you some water." Brisk offered. The inebriated cat turned to looked at his look-alike from the side. He would've told her to fuck off and that he could deal with it on his own but he was too out of it to speak. He looked down at her hopeful pink eyes almost feeling thankful to her as he pondered for a moment before he suddenly felt dizzy again. He did his best to fight it but the alcohol had finally reached his brain causing him to pass out.

Husk then fell over onto the chimeress' chest eyes fluttering until they closed as he buried his blushing white-furred face into Briskette's fluffy bosom. She was surprised but she soon didn't mind when she noticed how exhasted he looked. Husk enjoyed how warm the chimeress was, like a cushy pillow that had been kept heated up, soft and comforting just like he thought she'd be. This was far better than sleeping on a cold floor or risking a bad neck trying to rest slumped over a counter and she smelled amazing. Husk may not like the taste of sweets but the smell of vanilla was just so tantilizing and calming it made him drift off not yet asleep but incoherent to the world. Brisk scratched the males relaxed head as he purred in response he was too far gone to protest.

Brisk smiled as the grumpy old cat closed his eyes. He drifted off into a drunken slumber breathing contently. She may not have been able to see him smile but she could tell he was in some sense or another, happy which was all the lady chimeress could ask for.

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Upstairs in the hallway Angel Dust was in a hotel room that wasn't his own rumaging through stuff that also wasn't his own. The room was like every other room in the Hazbin place with the exception of the many papers stacked around the comfy looking chair and the fabrics strewn about placed together by color. It was a tad messy but there was a certain organization to it a sort of method to the madness. He wasn't sure at first if it was the right room but now he was sure, it was Allison Blue's hotel room.

After his brief encounter with her earlier he happened upon her room. It gave off a sad depressing aura that he just couldn't ignore. With a swift jimmy of the lock he found himself in the blue doe demoness' domain curious for the answers needed to put his and Husk's bet into motion. He wanted to see if he could find anything that would give him an idea of what the doe was into sex wise. You could tell a lot about someone's prefrences through the contents of their private stuff.

The spider hoped to find something to clue him in; secret kinky toys, magazines, pictures, just anything that expressed her sexual interests. So far all he found was papers, flowers and fabric, seemed more like she had a kink for paper. "Damn! She n' Al are meant for each otha' she might just be as much of'a prude as him." He said to himself. He could just ask the demoness about where her sexuality stood and all that but he had a feeling the most he would get out of her on that topic would be "u-um" "mmmm" or "eeeh". Typical mummbling stuttering shit that might likely last for hours.

The pornstar glared at the drawer he was looking around in filled with filed documents and planners. It was so fucking sad. He knew Alastor was Ace but that didn't mean he wasn't prone to some kind of sexual arousal, same could apply to Allison but he just didn't seem too convinced that she's ever even touch herself before. However discouraging his finds were the determined slut kept looking as he pushed the drawer back in then continued with another one. He soon came across the last one hoping that there would be some kind of secret to be revealed. It was locked but that was the beauty of bobby pins.

He effortlessly unlocked and opened the drawer then froze in his spot. "What the fuck?" He muttered in horror as he stared at the contents inside. He wanted a secret to unveil and boy did he get one but it wasn't at what he expected much less hoped for.

The hotel room door slammed shut as Angel Dust pressed himself up against it his eyes wide and shocked by his discovery in the doe's room. "Jesus Allie what the fuck are you into?" He whispered to himself as he ran a hand down his astonished face. "Angel?" His name was called by a female voice. The spider looked up to see Vaggie standing before him looking a bit worried by his behavior. "I wasn't snooping through Allison's room!" He blurted out. "Okay? Weird...Anyway have you seen Charlie and Niffty anywhere?" She asked. "Nope! Haven't seen em'." He said in a high-pitched tone like he was scared, though he was being truthful. "Well...okay, if you see them let them know that Allison and Brisk are still baking so dinner will probably be a little late." Vaggie said as she eyed the spider with a curious squint.

Angel nodded fast before he made a mad dash toward his own room. The moth watched puzzled as she shook her head at how strange the horny patron was acting. Despite herself she didn't want to get involved so she turned and headed off to continue looking for her girlfriend.

Meanwhile Angel had made it to his room shutting his door in disbelief as his mind thought back to the contents of the doe demoness' hidden secret. The drawer did not hold any dildos, or sexy adult magazines or videos. It was full of knives- knives, broken bottles, glass shards and other sharp objects covered in blood. They were small and convenient looking, like they weren't meant for inflicting serious damage. He began to wonder what the hell was Allison's deal. "God just how sad is that chick?" He asked himself.

What else was he suppose to think after seeing all those bloodied razors? It looked like she had cut someone up or likely even herself but something about her meek and shy demeanor told him the ladder was more so the case. He sat on his bed in thought thinking that maybe he should just talk to the doe. She was honest enough to give him a straight answer, right? Fat Nuggets then came over and nuzzled Angel's leg wanting his full attention.

The fluffy Arachnid smiled then picked up the little porker so he could feed him for the final time this evening. As the hooker grabbed the bag of food he made his absolute decision that he would definitely talk to the blue dame and get some real answers once and for all.

To Be Continued...