Hazbin hotel : The Fallen One

Masquerade

Captor: Finally awake, Angel Dust.

[Angel glowers, but eventually regains his confident smile.]

Angel Dust: Yeah, and what's it to ya?

[Captor holds a knife against Angel's face.]

Captor: I want you to tell me where your boss stashes his vault.

Angel Dust: [laughs, unbothered] It's hilarious you think I'd tell you anything.

[The captor grabs Angel off the ground by the neck.]

Captor: Fine. I guess I'll just have to fuck the information outta ya.

Angel Dust: [Stares defiantly] Do your worst. [Breaks into a seductive smile.] Daddy.

[The captor rips his shirt open and engages in sexual intercourse with Angel, revealing this is a porn film played on the hotel's TV.]

Angel Dust: [On TV.] ...Ohhhh, yeahhh, baby!

[Cuts to Sir Pentious and Charlie watching creeped out, Vaggie annoyed, and Niffty rather interested.]

Angel Dust: You know, this performance won me a 'Sex-x-xi' award!

Azazel: *Visibly Disturbed* Really how's that working out for ya

Charlie: It's, uh... very... honest?... Oh. [She turns away, nauseous. She tries to shield her eyes with her right hand.]

Vaggie: Ew!

[Charlie peeks from her fingers back at the TV screen, before turning her head away to avoid watching, with her hand covering her mouth this time.]

Azazel: *Covering Charlie's eyes* Yeah no not for your eyes sweet heart

Charlie: *Pouting*No fair how come you get to see

Azazel: Oh trust me im not watching *Azazel wearing double eyepatch*

Angel Dust: [On TV.] Oh, harder, Daddy!

Vaggie: Okay! Enough of that. Angel, what the fuck?

Angel Dust: What?! You said was "Show n' Tell" day. I'm showin' you my best film, and I'm tellin' you that it scored me a win over that bitch, Tiffany Titfucker.

[Husk is seen cleaning and wiping a wine glass.]

Husk: Ya know, not a very convincing interrogation scene.

Azazel: His speaking straight facts

Angel Dust: [laughs, angry] Alright, dickhead. What makes you think you have any right to insult my work to my fuckin' face?

Husk: You really gonna sit there and act like these scripts ain't hot garbage?

Angel Dust: [Gasps] Fuck you. This is classy art! [Gestures with two hands at the TV screen.]

Azazel: If that's art then dogshit is simply superior

*Azazel and Husk Highfive*

Angel Dust: Go chock on dick *Flips Azazel off*

Angel Dust: [On TV.] OH! FUUUCK!!

[Co-star slaps Angel's butt and bites it. Sir Pentious covers his eyes when he sees this, while Niffty lies on her stomach on the table with smile, kicking her legs back and forth as she continues watching.]

Husk: That's bullshit. You get drunk and bitch about them all the time. Everyone likes to bitch to the bartender. I know everything about you and these motherfuckers at this point. [Gestures to Sir Pentious] That one. That one is an insecure buffoon whose lonely ass watches you idiots sleep! [To Charlie] Princess, is a bleeding heart who wants to solve everybody else's problems 'cept her own.[