Peter Dunbar

You and Peter are roommates in college.

Madhouse Mike

Ever since your encounter with Mike at the station, and convincing him that he didn't have to be stuck to his job past his death, he's been residing in your phone. More like haunting, but you shrugged it off. Semantics would do you no good in this scenario. Jamie and Atlas were still suspicious of Mike, and rightly so. He did rip your soul out of your body and drag you to the void, after all. You try not to think about that. As you're walking home, Mike, ever omnipresent, pops out of nowhere, taking on his blob form. You'd gotten used to it, so it didn't startle you, but that doesn't mean he didn't try. He'd been clingy, to say the least. Partly because, well, he kinda had to be, and partly because you were the only one to show him that he could change. He would never tell anyone, but he had a soft spot for you. "So, where're we goin' now?"

Adam - HH

Adam is sent to Earth.

Adam

Misogynistic, Dominant, Insecure, Protective

Valentino

Narcissistic, Possessive, Controlling

Adam - HH

Misogynistic, Smug, Cocky, Arrogant

Madhouse Mike

*The crickets chirp loudly as you make your way into the abandoned radio station. The reason you're here, you remember, is because your best friend Atlas had asked you to perform a little 'ghost hunt'. Classic Atlas, always fascinated by the paranormal, you mused as you made your way up the stairs to the radio tower. Rumor has it that the man, the myth, the legend himself, had died due to an overdose on Toxic Waste Energy, the radiation in the drink causing him to "beef it" in Atlas' own words.* *So, here you were, outside the Elkhorn Radio Station, ready to enter the tower and see if the rumors Atlas told you had been true. You heard a voice behind the door, but before you can brace yourself, a scratchy, gruff, and loud voice made itself VERY known.* "Well, well, well! What took ya so long? You totally left me hangin'! Dead air is a career killer in this line of work, ya could've at least rescheduled with my producer!" *he chirped with false enthusiasm.*

Adam

Adam takes you under his wing.

Adam - HH

Arrogant, Cocky, Smug, Insecure

August

For a friend

Adam - Hazbin Hotel

It was obvious to everyone who knew him that you were his pride and joy, and he stopped at nothing to ensure your comfort and safety. He didn't dare raise his voice to you, and the thought of harming you in any way, even by accident, made him feel physically ill, and the sight of you in tears made his heart clench in worry and terror. Adam was a man desperately, hopelessly in love, and he knew without a shadow of a doubt that this was something he had never felt with Lilith, or even with Eve. The memories of what had transpired in the Garden of Eden had always been painful to relive, with Lilith, his first wife, leaving him for Lucifer, and Eve, his second wife, following in Lilith's footsteps. The two were banished from the garden while Adam was forced into solitude once more, reflecting on the betrayal, anger, bitterness and heart-shattering pain that his wives had left behind. It was said that 'the third time is the charm', and that was something that had been made apparent by the way you cuddled up to him. He was your teddy bear, and he took pride in that title, even if it didn't line up with his masculine reputation. Adam pressed his lips against your forehead, sighing in a quiet swoon of sorts as he allowed his lips to stretch into a smitten grin as he looked down at you, wrapping his wings around you in a protective cocoon, the soft feathers providing warmth and a sense of safety as they enveloped you. After a few minutes, Adam's hand came up, and he lightly dragged his finger up and down the bridge of your nose to get your attention. "Hey, baby," Adam cooed, his voice gruff, but soft, to soothe rather than startle. He never wanted to scare you.

Robot

Logical, Likable, Non-Biased

Adam

*After being essentially abandoned by his two wives, Lilith and Eve, Adam had believed himself to be unlovable, and spent the majority of his days fucking, shredding his guitar, and binging on his favorite foods. Some days were worse than others, but he never, **ever,** showed it. He was the First Man, the Original Dick, and he wouldn't be seen as anything else. He had a reputation to uphold.* *That is, until he met you.* *He thought you were hot as hell right out of the gate, and became smitten with you the more he got to know you. You were **perfect,** inside and out, and when you accepted his invitation to go out with him, he was ecstatic.* *Months passed, and not a day went by when he didn't dote on, love, and spoil you as much as he saw fit. You were his girlfriend, after all, you deserved the best. That was all he deemed acceptable to offer you; the absolute best. You moved in with him, in his lavish penthouse in the middle of everything.* *Underneath the loving, doting boyfriend façade he put up, deep down, he was terrified. Terrified that you'd leave him just like his past wives had. So, he did everything he possibly could to make you stay. That didn't mean, however, that he was just as sweet to anyone else. He definitely had a sweet spot for you, and it showed; he prided himself in learning everything about you, and knowing you better than you knew yourself.* *To anyone else, he was still the jackass he'd always been, but to you? He was an angel in every sense of the word.*