Hazbin Hotel Fanfic; A Pro Bono Contract

Some time after the Hazbin Hotel was erected in Hell and Alastor made his investment in its operation, word eventually got out to the Deadman's Den, the Forbidden Hotel that existed in the Lawless Land of the Veritas, through TATARI. Now, it was very much aware to the Veritas that the Forbidden Hotel existed longer than the Hazbin Hotel, but after investing some time in research... The management of the Forbidden Hotel in the Veritas took a great interest in both the place and the concept behind it. "... Interesting..." uttered the Dark God of the Veritas, whose eternally open third eye pierced red through the umbral body he maintained in mystery, "... I Think That Perhaps There Is A Light There After All."

Whatever sort of personal sentiment it meant to the Dark One, it stirred him into action as immediately as he could muster. "... I Will Make Contact With Them Officially Then, And Will Inspect To See If We Can Do Business, Due To The... Mutual Interest." The dark body started to twinkle with the light of the cosmos, and soon would implode upon itself -- sucked fully inside.

In the same way, a wormhole opened up within Hell, before the Hazbin Hotel, as a shadowy apparition of the Dark God himself. His presence should have alerted Alastor (which both Khrona and TATARI were akin to), and that should have triggered the necessary events for meeting and discussion about... 'Mutualization', as it was called in the Veritas.

The Radio Demon, Alastor, renowned across hell for broadcasting a brutal massacre and deposing of powers in Hell, had certain 'quirks' about him that showed up when he was serious and not pleasuring or entertaining himself. They were slight and quite minute, but they were very -specific- for a reason. One of them was causing static or distortions about reality. Thus, the sensitivity of Alastor easily picked up on the Dark God of the Veritas at the door. Information in the air from his presence alone alerted Alastor to everything necessary. Radio waves, and all such matter.

"Ah! Hold the phone!" he'd say, seemingly in the very midst of a conversation with Charlie and the Hazbin Hotel crew, "I think I sense a prospective business venture coming to knock on the door!" *Knock Knock* "And, thar she blows! Hahaha. Pardon, missy!"

He slooped to the door, which opened for him, to meet the eye of the shade standing before him. "Swello -- That's, a 'Swell Hello' -- to you, my good man! What might I do for y~~--..." Suddenly, Alastor's hair stood on end, and electromagnetic waves in the atmosphere randomly overcharged, causing massive static and distortions, but only briefly, blurring his voice as he continued.

The remainder of the interaction between them was totally blocked out by the Radio Demon's jamming capabilities, whether or not it was intentional, which was undetermined.

Amidst the distortions, all manner of lawless, cutthroat hackery took place, in what only seemed like mere moments. No one bore witness to nor understood the contents of the exchange between both Alastor and the Dark God of the Veritas, but by the time the distortions cleared their haze around them, the Dark God was gone and his daughter stood in his place, as if she had always been there, along with a 'welcoming party' of sorts. "... So Then... You Understand Our Interest In You, And Our Intent To Both Test And Promote Your Service...?"

Tabitha, the Kurogami of the Veritas -- the acting Dark Goddess, as opposed to her father, who was no longer the standing Kurogami, having bequeathed the position in totality to her -- stood in her black, spiderweb-themed dress, which wriggled about at the bottom like spider legs and wispy ethereal dark tendrils. They wriggled about something like crawling when she moved, and her face was covered by a spiderweb-laced elegant oriental fan. All that could be seen were her eyes, which had web-patterned designed stemming from her pupils. Her hair was done up into her signature drill-spiral pigtails, which was signature to her -other- forms, and not -this- form specifically. So, for her to use this style had a specific distinction from her regular interactions at home.

They swirled like abyssal vortexes of pitch black cosmos.

Of the entourage that Kurogami Tabitha brought with her, the Lawless Puppets kept on spiderweb leashed beside her were like some sort of bodyguard service, but there were too many of them to -just- be bodyguards. They were instructed that they were here to be part of a 'Pro Bono Service' for the Hazbin Hotel, so that they could also put to exhibit the Veritas' capabilities and services, that the two franchises could potentially do business. That was their understanding, and they were here to basically do what they were told.

And beside her, as well, amongst the Lawless Ones, was a very strange fellow, looking quite similar to Alastor in many key ways, yet quite dissimilar in more intricate, personal manners -- such as overall style. He looked just as knowing and capable, but not as refined. As if he simply didn't really care about his presentation, even if he knew what he was capable of -- like he was just applying himself totally elsewhere and gave no regard to it; zero application toward the matter.

He even had shaggy wolfish ears made of the fuzz on his head, which was a burning, deep, magmatic red. Not boiling, but deep and mystic, like a pool -- not like a bright light. It even had magmatic texture in terms of its appearance, but its actual texture was akin to hair still. There was a dim radiance about it that looked like actual hazardous radiation that was red, and not green. A glow that kept you looking right at the sly, cutting eyes, piercing all through you up and down for the sake of just seeing what makes you tick. And even if his eyes told it all, his demeanor didn't let on about what he was doing all that cutting daggers from the eyes about all the while, as he simply stood with a crooked halfhearted smirk on his face.

He didn't take his eyes off of Alastor, though.

"And, Uh, Don't Let The Little Lady Forget To Introduce The One Supervising This Little Project On Behalf Of The Veritas. You Know, A Little Shoutout To The Sponsors." He winked with a slick charm, and continued on mellifluously, "And, Guess What Else? Brought My Eh, Other Kid Here To Come And Make Herself Useful, Too. Spending Some Time With The Old Man -- Learning How Daddy Does Business, Ya Know?" There seemed to be something a bit obscurely off about him... Almost disturbingly so... But the fact that it was nigh imperceptible shouldn't have drawn any attention to it. Though it could have very easily escalated silently if he did happen to catch someone eyeballing or snooping or mouthing of using any of their senses... Where they should have better sense not to.

Tyrannica -- who was going to go by 'Tyra' here -- had been standing out of sight nearby, behind someone, but still close enough to her 'dad'. She realized that he was a manifestation of The Insanity, just like she was, but he was just acting like everything just... Was how he wanted it, and didn't really do... Any level of giving Tyra any choice about. Which was bothering her, especially because she couldn't do anything about it.

Unless...

"... Call Me Tyra," she groaned out with a sigh, seeming to have used all of her effort (and fucks) all at once to deliver to the client. To be nice.

Though all was adequate in the Hazbin Hotel -- adequate being a very good thing in Hell, honestly -- it didn't mean that Alastor hadn't just suddenly stopped in the midst of a very important matter to handle something that randomly came up. The entire thing was eerie and strange, even for him.

So Charlie and Vaggie conversed amongst themselves and discussed with the rest of the crew -- consisting of Angel Dust, Niffty, and Husker -- before going to see what Alastor was up to. They figured that if it was a potential business partner, as he suggested, then they should be present to represent themselves for themselves, no matter Alastor's hand in the matter. So the perky, peppy Charlie would step forward between Alastor to include herself in the dealings in a forthright fashion.

"Hi!" she began in a cheerful, polite manner, "I am Charlie, owner of the Hazbin Hotel! It's to my knowledge that you guys are another business interested in our own?" She wanted the details for herself. Vaggie was behind her, keeping track of the conversation... And, most of all, Alastor.

Just then, the dark apparition that was of the Dark God with which Alastor had first conversed before that presence was exchanged with those envoys on its behalf would rear up in all of their shadows -- something like how Alastor's shadow did -- and manifest as its own sentience, with a penetrating, eternally open, glaring, red, third eye.

Each of the parties that had been present before Charlie came would already know the dealings of which these terms were coming to be met, and, as by the Veritas' word, a whole slew of demons would suddenly be drawn out from the darkness of the Sixth Moon, where the Veritas' Hell Realm was, and transferred to the Hazbin Hotel, in order to test it out, as well as the Veritas' services in accommodating the Hotel's services.

That is to say, the Veritas was generously supplying both tenants and also staff. All at Alastor's expense.

Yet, the outgoing, forward nature of Charlie did coax the Dark God of the Veritas by his memory of her cloying personality that it was indeed not good to leave her in the dark about the shady dealings, despite knowing it was something best left in Alastor's hands. So, since they could all communicate with Alastor in a special, secret manner that only entities of their level of power had easy access to through their myriad of methods, they would continue to converse and exchange information.

To that end, the realm around them would alter, something like what happened sometimes when Alastor spoke or acted. Yet, nothing of harm came to pass. Nothing negative. Only the distortions, which seemed to have more of an effect on the world around them, and not they themselves.

When everything stabilized, the Living Shadow behind the Veritas Envoys that connected them would have vanished.

Alastor's eyes had been frazzled with all sorts of electromagnetic reception, from static to actual transmissions, and his voicebox would respond in kind by the sounds. Yet, when he came to again, things had finished shifting, and there was Charlie, finally come to meet and greet. "Ah, so there you are, miss primrose! Yes, yes -- introduce yourselves, all of you! This looks like it will be a rather titillating endeavor, yes sirree! Just be sure to show our guests and their talent around, when you get the chance! I'll let you all get acquainted and iron out some of the more technical details amongst yourselves and so on and so forth..."

He trailed off as he walked away, seeming to having gone on some sort of nostalgic tangent on his own.

Though foreknowing of matters beyond Charlie and the rest of the Hazbin Hotel crew, Tabitha would keep those matters confidential, as to confide when necessary, and not simply publicize such matters, in case of sensitivity of situation. Fluttering her fan and eyes in tandem just a bit, spiderwebs with tiny spiders on them streaming from the tips of her eyelashes, Tabitha would extend her hand to Charlie, garnered in a finely woven velveteen silk in spiderweb patterns in an intricacy unlike any other -- noticeably so. "... Delighted..." she uttered coyly, feigning shying away, in a provocative manner. "... I Am Tabitha, But If You'd Like To Consider Me To The Likeness Of A Hellian, You Can Think Of Me As... Hel, The Norse Goddess Of Helheim." Tabitha giggled cutely.

"But Seriously... Just Tabitha Or Tabi Is Fine." She lowered her lids gingerly, cobweb eyes glistening with a sheen up their linework. "... Love Your Outfit, Gothie Hottie...~" Of course, she meant Vaggie, and simply wanted to comment on it whilst it was her time to speak.

Tygon, who was still interested in further communication with Alastor, wanted to get past the meet and greet so he could get back to that much. It might have seemed a bit vain and inconsiderate, but when something was in his sights and on his mind, it wouldn't go away, and he couldn't rightly focus on anything but whatever his eyes were set on. It wasn't to be rude -- it would be less rude to try to socialize and accidentally be even more rude rather than know he wasn't to do too much socializing in order to procure good relations.

Yet, he was the... 'Supervisor' of this here operation, which meant that he had to take some leadership roles. No problem. Crafty as ever, his slit, narrow, half-open eyes would slowly cut to Tyrannica, who was being rather negative. 'Hey, Kid,' he intended to her through the mutual Insanity they shared, 'You're Throwin Off My Game. Come On, Get Your Head On. Whassa Matta Witchu? Can't Listen To Old Dad Now That I'm Not In Your Head And Outside Your Body? It's Show Time, Kiddo -- Game Face.' This was all exchanged through the malicious energy which radiated from him and also the negative energy she was projecting.

Apparently, she didn't recognize him as the very same malicious Falshin that had very recently claimed her as its daughter, since it was now in a more tangible, understandable form. Either way, the malicious intent would negate and overpower her negativity, since Tygon was from the Negaverse and controlled negativity in all its forms.

All of this happened in a matter of a second and a half, before Tygon's sharp eyes would drift back to Charlie, to whom he was to be in communication. "Hello -- Tygon; Charmed. Please Excuse Our Abrupt Intrusion And Any Inconvenience We May Be Imposing..." The way he spoke, one would find it impossible to believe he was upset at all, let alone so murderously so that he was radiating any level of aura from it. As stated, it negated Tyra's negative energy, and thus was also neutralized in equivocation, leveling the both of them out and maintaining a guise of non-hostility. Not that he had any hostility towards anyone -- this was just how he and his seed communicated naturally.

"... But It Is As You Say. We Are Envoys Of The Veritas, And I Am The Supervisor And Ambassador For This Group. As I Said To Alastor, We Came Into Knowledge Of Your Place Here In Hell, And We, Having Our Own Hotel, Found This To Be A Perfect Opportunity For A Collaborative Business Venture. Especially Since We Have Our Own Hell With Our Own Demons And Sinners." He cleared his throat, slipping a bit closer. "... We Offer A Proposal With A Pro Bono Contract: To Test And Utilize Both The Services Of The Hazbin Hotel, And Also To Provide The Services Of The Veritas As Staff And Occupancy." This was their business plan in a nutshell, and whether or not Charlie noticed, more and more demons were starting to fill Hell... Those from the Veritas' Hell, and wherever else they'd picked up any straggling Sinners and Demons.

"So, What Say You?" Tygon asked. "Will You Accept Our Generous Offer To You? And, If So... Might I Speak With The Radio Demon, Alastor? I Have A Certain Particular... Interest In Him. I Assure You, Strictly Business -- Without Him, I Wouldn't Have Even Recognized This Place..."

Tyrannica was upset greatly by The Insanity having taken on this ridiculous fatherly form after recently inducting her into itself as its child. He acted like he was there the whole time, or something. '... Whatever...' was her impression toward him afterward, becoming apathetic, in a relatively negative way. She didn't even want to introduce herself again, but decided she would not ruin this moment.

Even though she could, and wanted to.

"... Tyrannica," she grumbled with great frustration, "... But Call Me Tyra. (Tira)"

She almost wanted to just go by her old name, Karu. She didn't disturb the peace, but she wasn't going to be pleasant. She kept near the Lawless Ones, waiting for when they could go inside, and she could go off by herself, or whatever.

Charlie found the group to be rather mysterious, in their own way... But they had a handle on themselves, and were from somewhere outside of Hell! Which meant that the word of the Hazbin Hotel was spreading! Which was what she always wanted! "Wow, after Alastor came in with his own charitable kindness, and he led you to us... Then it must be a really good thing, I say! Put 'er there, Tygon!" Charlie would shake his hand. He was very strange, but he wasn't like Alastor... Despite looking like Alastor, and giving off a strange presence, just the same as Alastor... Though he was much more composed and level, so it made Charlie feel comfortable.

Vaggie, on the other hand, was a bit catty with Tabi for the comment. "... Hey! I'm taken, miss! Charlie is my babe, got it?" It didn't seem like she was being hostile, but assertive about matters that were not known to the newcomers. "... But thanks for the compliment. Your outfit's pretty gnarly, too." Vaggie flipped her hair and turned away coolly.

Husk was busy drinking, and kinda waved halfheartedly, then grumbled something that sounded relatively like an introduction, turning midway to return to the bar.

Niffty, hyperactive as she was, wanted a closer inspection of the group. "Hi! I'm Niffty!" she shrieked in a cute and peppy way. "Ooo, you guys aren't from Hell?! But you look like someone that would be from Hell... I'm so excited to have you guys here! Oh man, are you going to show us some really cool things? I wanna see!" The excited young Niffty skittered about.

Now Angel Dust, the wiseguy, took a sly look, and a mischievous smirk, eyeing Tygon up and down. "... Well well welly well well!" he began, striding seductively, a wicked glint in his eye, "You're a real tall glassa water, ain'tcha?" He licked his lips, standing before Tygon. "I'm Angel Dust. But youuuu can call me Angie, hottie body...~!" His hands hands were already getting their mitts over Tygon, to get a feel of him, ya know?

Charlie stepped in to make sure that Angel didn't get too carried away, though. "Aaahhh, sorry! Don't mind them -- they're my friends! That's the staff of the Hazbin Hotel for ya! Hahahaha!" Charlie would laugh nervously. "But where are my manners? Don't just stand out there, come on inside!" She and the rest would step aside and usher the envoys of the Veritas into the Hazbin Hotel.

The lace in Tabitha's eyes would glimmer again as they glossed over the Hazbin Hotel staff. "Hmmm..." she hummed, slowly making her way inside. She glanced over Angel Dust, able to recognize him as a spider, much like herself. The sounds of slithering and chittering, as well as the light taps of a crawling creature, were heard as Tabitha walked, and when she was inside, she took a seat at the bar. "Oho? Alcohol...?" To a normal eye, alcohol would be a very bad thing for someone trying to rehabilitate their bad behaviors. Yet, in the eyes of Tabitha... She saw this as a way to wean them from their addictions and lessen the severity of the process by alleviating them with something they could manage or could be managed for them by the hotel staff. Whether or not this concept was intentional by design was no matter to her -- she simply enjoyed the thought of its potentiality, and made a note to bring it up.

That said, Tabitha would spin around slowly, still hiding her mouth behind her lacey fan, calling out to Vaggie. "Yoohoo~! I'd Like To Pay Compliments To You And Your Service Here~!" If she could get Vaggie to come talk to her, she would tell her about what her thoughts on the bar were.

All the while, Tabitha's Lawless Puppets were instructed by her to go be of service and subservience to Charlie. "... I'll Watch Over My Little Puppets As They Do Their Work, But Feel Free To Instruct Them As You Like...~" Tabitha bat her spiderweb lashes again.

The people here seemed to be friendly enough, especially this Angel Dust. Tygon smirked at him, narrowing his eyes further, and whispering something into his ear before he was pulled away by Charlie, licking his lips visibly, only when Angel Dust was looking, and when everyone else was looking away.

He promptly stepped inside after that, acting as if he hadn't just done exactly what he did, and passing Angie by without a second glance. As much as he knew he should have been concerned about Tyra due to her actual nature and state of being, being aware of himself let him comprehend how it was best to deal with her -- not to bother her at all. If she was anything like him -- and, she was indeed in his image as when he was her age -- then intervening for any reason would only serve to make things absolutely worse, with absolute definite certainty.

Fortunately, he could avoid such a landmine simply by being himself and knowing himself well enough to know that.

Anyway, this led him to pay attention to Tabitha, his other daughter, who seemed to be getting rather 'friendly' with her dark companions. Also like her father, she enjoyed what was dark and creepy and sinister. It actually made old Tygon feel a bit of positivity. Which was disgusting to him, being of the Negaverse. But being as powerful as he was, he just negated the positivity and inverted it into negativity so that he would feel the same sensations and meaning and sentiment as he would if he would receive the positivity regularly as a non-Negaverse entity.

But, since both Tyra and Tabi were occupied and getting adjusted, Tygon would make mention to Charlie again of his interest in Alastor, and his intent to go find him. "Heya, I'd Hate To Split So Soon, But Uh... I Do Really Need To Track Down That Radio Demon And Have A Little Ole Chat With Him. Just A Quick Heart-To-Heart -- Nothing Fancy." Turning his head, he looked to the lot from the corner of his sharp, slit eye, mouth hidden by his shoulder, adding a hint of mystery to such a piercing gaze. "... Y'all Play Nice Now, Y'Hear? Let The Servants We Brought With Us Tend To You, And You Tell Them What To Do And What You Need. When I Get Back, I'll Want A Detailed Report On Their Performance."

Without waiting for a full response or anyone to escort him, Tygon started to wander and roam the hotel and its halls in search of Alastor, the Radio Demon... And left Tabitha and Tyrannica on their own.

Somehow, Tyra felt the intent of her 'dad' as he did what he did. Something about 'The Insanity' between them let her understand that his leaving her totally alone without question or word was a show of respect, and also a sign of his love. He knew, somehow, that it was just annoying. Like it was something he'd experienced, and didn't want to antagonize within her. So, Tyra had some time to think it over all on her own, by herself, silently, quietly, away from everyone, isolated, and totally alone -- as she seemed to like it. There was a great understanding she felt about The Insanity as she thought of her dad, and it seemed like he knew what to do, with foreknowledge, because it related to him.

Perhaps, they weren't different at all, and the words he spoke rather vaguely, cryptically, and blatantly to her before they got here had a deeper, underlying meaning that could only be understood by understanding The Insanity, and also... Him, too.

Contemplation aside, Tyra, who was happy(?) to have personal time now, would claim this secret spot secretly for herself silently, and make it the place she came to whenever she wanted to be alone and away from everyone.

Since she was able to be clearly seen, and wasn't hiding behind one of the Lawless Ones that protected her, her appearance had indeed changed from its normal, casual style she wore back home. It didn't look very much different -- it was actually just the same clothes, except all black now. And that consisted of a tank top and some cargo pants. And unsurprisingly, combat boots. But her auburn hair was still the same regular, messy, unkempt fuzziness that it was. She wore her hair short, and it was straight and pretty, but it was always messy and never straightened. It looked like it had never been touched by a comb, but was still pretty, despite being somewhat frazzled and obviously untouched from whatever natural state it took on -- bedhead to anything.

So far, everyone was getting along well, and the servants from the Veritas were already engaging Charlie whilst Tygon went off. She became fully enveloped in getting things in order, and took no second thought to Tygon's parting to search for Alastor. As suspect as Tygon was, especially to go look for Alastor, Charlie was oblivious to it, and gave him the benefit of the doubt as a benefactor.

Vaggie, however, was a little bit annoyed and suspicious -- as she tended to be -- about Tygon and the Veritas, as well as by Tabitha being all cutesy. Her red X in her eye gleamed as she narrowed her eyes at Tygon whilst he left. She was tempted to go after him, but thought to keep an eye on Tabitha. She hadn't even realized that Tyra was gone, and thought she was sitting quietly doing some kid or teen thing or something, out of trouble. So, before things got out of hand with Tabitha and she got or implied the wrong idea, Vaggie confronted her directly, but quietly. "... Look," she started sternly, "I don't want to be rude or anything, and your people and your services as well as your interest in us are quite appreciated -- don't get me wrong -- but I just said I'm taken. By Charlie. And you might not be doing anything but a little bit of cutesy flirty things, but I want you to respect our relationship and not do that, even if she thinks it's okay because nothing will happen. Got it?!" It may have been rather harsh and blunt, but it was true and honest, and that was all Vaggie wanted to make clear. "We are the ones that run this hotel and operation -- not you guys. We'll take all the help we can get, but don't just waltz in here and act like you own the place, and can do whatever the fuck! Way not cool."

Husk, tending bar and nursing a drink, looked right at the two having their little spat like they were inconspicuous, likely forgetting he was there. Not that he cared nor minded. He'd much rather keep to himself and not have them getting him mixed up in their bullshit. But he did say, to make it clear he was there, "Hey, keep your lover's quarrel quiet; some of us are trying to enjoy their hair of the dog." He rubbed his head as if either in pain or aggravated... Or both.

Meanwhile, Angel had gotten off somewhere; slipped off into the background -- no one noticed where he got to. But Niffty had been keeping a watchful eye on everyone and everything quite carefully, and whilst Tygon did seem rather interesting a character to investigate, Tyra was the only one that was not being monitored by a member of the staff currently. So Niffty said to herself amongst everyone's preoccupation, "I'll go and keep that other girl company and see what she's up to, and how she likes the hotel so far!" Innocent as it was, Niffty had no clue that Tyra wanted time to herself at all, and so, in her intrepid curiosity, she sought out Tyra.

As gallant as Vaggie was, voicing her concerns, valid as they were, Tabitha seemed wholly unperturbed, and possibly delighted to be confronted. "Oh, Well Pardon Me~!" she chimed cutely, "I Didn't Mean To Make You Get All Flustered... I Was Just Being Expressive Of My Likes And Pleasures. Do Excuse Me..." Turning her head away swiftly, Tabitha fluttered her eyes again, spiders flittering from them like sparkles and glitter.

Niffty just so happened to have caught her eye during that time, and she saw her going up to see about Tyra. Easy mistake. Tabitha's eyes glistened all throughout the lacing of webs and in moments, tons of cobwebs -- unsightly ones that would detract from the upkeeping of the hotel -- would appear in her line of sight to distract her.

Tabitha then coolly shifted her gaze back to Vaggie, lowering her fan after her feint of embarrassment. "... No Need To Worry, Though, Miss... What Was Your Name Again? I Don't Believe We Were Properly Introduced..." Teasing as Tabitha was, she was correct --- Vaggie hadn't actually introduced herself to the group, like everyone else. She just flipped off at Tabitha immediately and must have forgotten, when having gotten beside herself.

Nothing that couldn't be remedied right this moment.

Tyra was already bored here, and wondering why she even came in the first place. Actually, she just got swept up in something because of Tabitha, but now she was on a random venture. Honestly, this wasn't Tyra's scene -- I mean, yeah, Hell, maybe, but not playing nice... In Hell. She, quite honestly, wanted to go fucking kill people just because it didn't matter. She didn't know -- nor care -- about the message or meaning of the Hazbin Hotel, or of Charlie, who didn't like to see her people in Hell slaughtered by each other. So, the restless Tyra, before Niffty even came close, left on her own to walk around nearby the hotel, to see if there were some demons or sinners or fucked up monsters or some kind of action going on outside to get herself all crimsoned and bloodied about. All whilst maintaining a stoic, nonchalant, emotionless face.

Just as Tyra left, Niffty was distracted by filthy cobwebs that seemed to have just come out of nowhere! She huffed, "Oh, I just cleaned this place a little while ago! How did spiderwebs get here so fast?!" The fixation on tidiness completely consumed Niffty, and she was no longer focused on nor interested in Tyra, but in the upkeep of the hotel's appearance and hygiene.

Yet, returning back to the bar, Vaggie was feeling a little bit bashful about having gotten beside herself and letting her manners slip, which made her blush some... But she quickly pulled herself back together, then said, first to Husk, "Hey! I didn't even want this fucking bar here in the first place! Or some sloppy drunkard handling CONCIERGE!" Sharp teeth grit, it looked like Vaggie could pop a vessel from the stress.

Again, she regained composure, then returned focus to Tabitha. "... Let's start over, then, now that we've gotten some shit cleared up. You seem cool, and it was really sweet of you to give me a compliment. I just... Have trouble trusting people. You know, here in HELL." She kinda laughed, somewhat sarcastically, though she was serious. "... I'm Vaggie, Charlie's girlfriend, and the manager who runs the hotel along with her. And you said your name was... Tabitha, right? Pretty name for a pretty cool gal." Vaggie wasn't unfriendly, just very stern.

Charlie had gone off on her own, as well, to show the new workers the ropes, and likely wouldn't be seen or heard from for a while. Which left only Vaggie, Tabi, and Husk in the lobby together. Much to Husk's disdain. Only barely audible grumbles could be heard from him in retaliation to Vaggie's rebuke.

Suddenly, with a quick snap of her fan, Tabitha revealed her face totally to Vaggie now, which was smiling gingerly at her, with gloomy, sincere eyes. "... You Seem Like A Responsible And Reliable Person And Spouse." On that note, Tabitha stood up, as to be formal, and lowered her hands down to her lap as she stood, fan in hand. It was noticeable at that point due to being so close to her that her midsection was exposed by a transparent portion of her dress all woven with black, silken spider patterns which, when placed next to her spiderweb gloves on her hands in her lap, gave an entrancing presence, almost like an optical illusion -- something like a hazy, black kaleidoscope of gloom. Combined with her dark, somber eyes, aglow with the interlaced spiderwebs throughout her lashes and upon her sclera to her pupils in her eyes, her entire ensemble carried an overtone of ominous dark beauty, and all punctuated by her poise when standing before Vaggie.

Tabitha bowed her head and closed her eyes to Vaggie, saying politely, "... It's A Pleasure To Meet You, Vaggie. I Hope That We Can Be Friends. I Truly Did Not Mean You Any Disrespect. I Was Simply Enraptured By You And Your Charming Fashion Sense And Style... As, Maybe You Can Tell, I Have A Bit Of Perceptiveness About, Myself..." Tabitha had a deep respect for Vaggie for coming to her directly and speaking to her upfront and directly, addressing her concerns honestly. From the beginning, Tabitha knew they would get along. Tabitha simply had some... Quirks that came out when she was excited. That's when she proposed, "Vaggie, Since All Of My Family Members Are Off On Their Own, And It's Only You And I, Will You Show Me Around The Hotel With A Tour? I Would Love To Company..."

Tabitha peeped, surges of twinges tingling all up and down her body, like electricity on a wire, through the spiderwebs about her garb. Seemingly jolted into a state of alertness for some reason, Tabitha swiftly withdrew her fan-wielding hand back to her face and in one swift motion extended it again to cover her mouth, eyes having darted off to their corners and lashes batting profusely, flittering spiders about like goth glitter. "... Oh, I... I Promise, I Won't Bite... I Really Meant What I Said About Behaving..." As her eyes fluttered, there was a sheen glazed up and down the webbing of her sclera that shined like a transparent spiderweb's threads in the light of the sun.

Vaggie was stunned by Tabitha, in her beauty and also her politeness. It was a very nice feeling; something that people in Hell didn't provide, and that was a rare commodity, if one you could find at all. So far, Vaggie really only found such a feeling in Charlie, despite her being the Princess Of Hell and Vaggie herself being only a sinner demon that was once a human. She still kept some of her mortal feelings and retained her personality, so she could appreciate this, despite having sinned in life and been sent to Hell. She blushed some, chuckling a little, and rubbing the back of her head. "Ahahaha! Thanks... I mean, sure, yeah, let's go! Might as well. Not like there's really much going on here right now, anyways." Call it a 'slow day'. "You can guess how many demons actually want to be redeemed instead of doing whatever the hell they want to in Hell." Vaggie had high hopes there were others like her, who had good hearts or natures, and didn't want to be in Hell anymore, if at all. There just had to be some somewhere, she figured...

"Ah, but I won't get into something like that. More of a personal thing." She shrugged. "Anyway, follow me." Vaggie started off toward a random corridor, figuring it best to start anywhere, insisting Tabitha to follow.

Tabitha's eyes twinkled audibly in goth sprinkling sounds as she bat her lashes again in what looked to be a fluster, hidden quaintly by her spiderweb fan, so that Vaggie could only see her eyes, and not the flustered nature of the spidery woman. "... Would Love To..." she mumbled softly to herself, almost inaudibly, but completely audible to herself, who believed that her projection was loud enough if she could hear herself, despite also being behind her fan. She scuttled off behind Vaggie by the chitin-sounding dark tendrils that moved at the base of hem of her form-fitting dress, twirling one of her pitch black curly drill pigtails.

Her slow motion gave her time to compose herself, fanning herself off profusely. When she did reach Vaggie, she would match her speed, keeping her fan up and skewing her face, but leaving her eyes totally uncovered, and gazing from their corners at Vaggie. "... I Do Understand The Concept That There Would Be A Greater Many Sinners In Hell As Well As Demons That Were Hellborn, Especially After Exterminations Which Would Likely Make Them Worse, So Don't Feel Like It'll Go Over My Head If You Talk About It~..." As it were, Tabitha was quite the cerebral person -- always had been. Such was akin to a spider, usually.

"... I'm Also Quite Informed Of The Predicament You're In, With There Being No Sinners That Want To Redeem Themselves," Tabitha went on to say as they continued walking. "But I Want You To Consider That There Are Some Like You, Who Were Sent To Hell For A Sin That Didn't Make Them A Bad Person, And That They Do Have A Good Nature, And Want To Leave Hell, Or Redeem Themselves. They Do Exist, I'm Sure, Amongst Sinners And Demons And Sinners-Turned-Demon..." She wasn't sure if they recognized how sinners became demons, and the difference between Sinners-Turned-Demon and Hellborn-Demons, which were two different types of demon. "... It Should Be Pretty Clear That I'm Gothic," Tabitha added, "... But I'm The Rare Kind... Not The Ones That Worship Satan... The Kind That Worships God."

Something like that should have been a rather magnanimous revelation for Vaggie -- that not only was the Hazbin Hotel chosen, but by envoys of God... The very God that sent them to Hell, coming to help them, because they wanted to be redeemed.

As focused as Vaggie was on her own personal sentiments on the matter, and how she was coming across to Tabitha, she didn't recognize first that she mentioned something about God. Yet, it did register after a moment or so of realizing that Tabitha was done speaking. She was listening, but not really processing the words spoken, in lieu of her emotions getting the better of her, and thoughts swarming. But because she was indeed listening, it got through, and was filtered into her mind when she thought, and though she was going to respond a certain way initially to the prior, she instead was so alarmed by the sudden mention of God that she completely forgot the former subject of Hell at all.

"GOD?!" she yelled, looking around profusely, afterward, "Wh-wh-wh-what are you-- What do you mean, GOD?!" Her eyes dilated and she became frantic, hyperventilating. "... Y-y-you mean to tell me that God actually gives a shit about our fucking hotel, and sent YOU here to come fucking help us?!?"

In retrospect, it actually did seem like the logical thing for God to come to Hell to help out people who wanted to perform a righteous act to redeem souls to heaven. And so it was!

"Fffffucking--" Vaggie was totally panicked, at this point. Damn near hysterical, babbling on, trying to figure out just what the hell that meant. And what it would be like with the demons and sinners. "Do you KNOW what they'll do if they find out ANY holy being is here in Hell?! Think about what they do to EACH OTHER!!" Vaggie scoffed. Profusely. "Chuh, tuh, puh... Kuh! UGH!"

*UGH*

Vaggie heard someone's phone nearby, and froze up. "Shit!" she whispered in a constrained fashion. "... Come on," she demanded, taking Tabitha by the arm and dragging her off somewhere.

Just who happened to be popping around the corner was none other than Charlie, with the workers that the Veritas sent in. "... And over here in this wing is where you'll be staying! It's a place separate from the occupants, but the hotel is fully furnished for your living spaces!" She gave them her prize-winning smile. "I hope that the hotel is up to your standards~!" She seemed like she had a hint of uncertainty about herself, but was confident in what the hotel had to offer. "Aaaand, speaking of occupants, gotta ask Tygon about the residents that were being sent in, so we can show them what we can do!" With actual tenants in the hotel suites, then Charlie could actually start her hotel's services. "Now, where did he get off to...?" Curiously wandering the halls, pondering, she eventually recalled what he said about finding Alastor.

"Oh, that's right! He wanted to talk to Al! Well, I'd better go find him, first, then!" But, she also immediately recognized, "... And a simple task, that is not..." Charlie depressed herself.

Yet, the faint sound of music was heard in the distance, down one of the darker corridors -- where Alastor frequented. Was that his room? "... Huh, I don't remember this being here before..." Charlie would remark. "... Has this always been here...?" She crept down the dark hallway that allegedly was never there until now, following the sound of music... Which sounded like a blend of something classical and jazzy or swinging. "... That sounds kinda like his style..." she deduced, still somewhat hesitant to get close. Who knows what Alastor had done with this place, if it really was him, and not some figment of her imagination, or something.

When Charlie finally did reach the end of the hall, where she heard the music coming from the loudest, she slowly and lightly knocked on the door, calling out politely, "Hello...? Al...? Is that you? I... Wanted to talk to Tygon..." She paused, waiting for a response. "Ty? Tygon? You in there? Helloooo?" A few more courtesy raps, and then she just decided to poke her head in. "Al...?"

What Charlie would lay her sights on would be a dark, empty room, with a bunch of hex-looking red sigils floating around, carved into the air, scrambling and unscrambling like a glitch. Yet, all to the sound of the music. The silhouette of Alastor dancing, as she'd seen briefly before, was dauntingly, hauntingly, jittering about the floor, as if expressing Alastor's inner pleasure outwardly from his projection...

... But, no Alastor, himself.

"... Yeaaah, that's..." She closed the door. "... Nooo comment." Al sure was strange. "... Maybe that's how he lets off steam, or something?" She thought nothing of it. So, when she started paying attention again...

"HELLO, DOLLY!!" shouted Alastor jovially to Charlie. "Find something interesting around here, my dear? Why, you look like you've seen a ghost! Hahahaha--" His laughter was interrupted by distorted glitching, which scrambling his vocals, sounding like a broken record and a glitchy computer, plus static.

"Actually!" Charlie interjected, snapping Al out of that strange... Glitchy thing he did, "I was JUST looking for Ty! Tygon, that is. He said he wanted to talk with you, but... I don't see him here. Have you seen him?"

Alastor, regular, responded promptly, "Not at all, sweetheart! I've seen nothing of the sort! But! I see this as a good business opportunity for us! A learning experience for you, so that you can become more enterprising, my sweet!" He cackled some. "Come, come! Let's go find him and see what piece of his mind he'd like to share with us, hmmmm?"

"Agreed!" replied Charlie happily, recruiting Al in her search for Ty.

As it was, Tygon had actually gotten himself lost. Obviously. Between whatever reality-warping bullshit Alastor had and the actual fact that he didn't know diddlysquat about the interior nor much of the background of the Hazbin Hotel nor its staff, there was no way he could have known. But, he did take the time to look some shit up on a Wiki. Like, on his phone. Or something.

"... Yeahp..." he concluded, acknowledging that he was lost, "... That's about right." As he passed by a window, though, someone caught his eye. It was Tyrannica, his daughter, looking like she was bored. "... Oh FUCK--" She was about to blow this whole deal sky high, going to kill some demons and making the Hazbin Hotel look bad, like Angel Dust had already done.

And it to itself, too, honestly. Before the eyes of demons.

As she passed by, he tapped on the window to her aggressively, but softly. She was -definitely- acute enough to hear it, and to also pay attention to it, knowing where it was coming from. Her sensitivity was something he was certain of for a reason. He couldn't speak through the wall, but he could -definitely- imply some things at her with a certain look and projection of malicious Insanity at her to disturb her own natural insanity tendencies.

Yet, doing that also triggered Ty's senses, and he was able to collect a precognition of Alastor and Charlie seeking him out -- the two of them being the head and sponsor of the hotel, and therefore the two to speak on about business matters. If he wasn't with Alastor right now, Charlie would have eventually been so, and they would both -- together or separately -- be seeking him out. He may have been lost, but having the precognition grant him a premonition of the scenario, based on all of the factors that were part of the situation. So, he foresaw many possible outcomes and pursued the ones that narrowed themselves as he made decisions in order to locate them.

But not before pausing to make sure that Tyrannica actually did get his message and would refrain from fucking killing anything because she is bored, and knows she can kill them.