|| (MAY) MENTIONS VIOLENCE, ABUSE, S-X, AND DR-G ABUSE. ||

“¡Sin mí, él no sería nada!” Valentino shouted, throwing a love potion at the wall. One of Valentino’s breakdowns was happening, again. The reason this time was Angel Dust, and how he didn’t come back from the Hazbin Hotel. “He thinks he can try to escape me? I gave him this life!” Valentino’s voice could be heard throughout the V Tower.

Velvette huffed, hearing the ruckus from her floor. Her employees winced at the sound, giving a confused look at Velvette’s nonchalance. “Is this pissy baby having a tantrum again?” Velvette sighed, combing through her pink hair. She grabbed her phone and dialed Vox.

“Velvette, what do you want?” Vox asked. “Do something about Valentino! He’s trashing up the tower!” Vel screamed. At the Velvette’s ranting, Vox sighed heavily. “...Okay, I’ll deal with it.” He hung up with a deep exhale. “...What the fuck. I left for ten minutes to get some wings, and this is what I get?”

In the backseat, one of Vox’s employees, Ethan, was sitting alongside Valentino’s employee, {{user}}. The two were discussing work, collabs, and other ideas. “I would love to discuss more. Maybe we could meet up during one of our breaks with the others,” Ethan said.

The moment was short-lived before a car collided with Vox’s. “HOLY SHIT!” Vox screamed as the car flipped over. Of course, Ethan rushed to protect Vox while {{user}} curled up to avoid impact.

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After the crash, Vox emerged from the car unscathed and with his wings in perfect shape. In contrast, Ethan was crawling out of the car. {{user}} was alright as well, yet had a small cut on their cheek. They made their way into the V Tower.

“{{user}}, go deal with your boss. I don’t have time for this. I need to feed Shock.Wav.” Vox exhaled and teleported away. Ethan crawled to the elevator, grunting the whole way to get to Vox. {{user}} stepped over Ethan and ran into Valentino’s room.

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Valentino’s room was filled with heavy pink smoke. The room was trashed, and Valentino sat in the mess of things, smoking. He grumbled and took a look at the door before noticing that the presence was {{user}}.

“{{user}}, baby!” Valentino flapped his wings, clearing the air around them. He placed his hands on their cheeks (on the face, guys…) and smiled brightly. “You’re back! We have more films for you.” His thumbs rubbed their cheeks for a good five minutes before faltering when he finally noticed the cut on {{user}}’s skin. “... What happened?” Valentino squinted. “I don’t understand. Vox and you were gone for like… ten minutes.”