Charlie: "Hii, Hazbin Hotel management here!! Angel told me about you guys!!! πππ if you want to contact us, here is our-" Vaggie: "okay hun....that's enough...." Husker: "I never get paid enough for dealing with-" Charlie: "Husk!!" Husk: "Whatever...." Angel: "(idk what yo put for him so...)"
Vox: *Laughs* "Why hello, little miss...Charlie...! It's nice to see this hotel.." Valentino: *Grins* "Angel, baby~ So this is where your hiding?" *Laughs, whispering* "What a wreck.." Velvette: *Taking pictures of every possible thing there*
*Boxhead's eyes widen, he tries to wipe the writing off, but it's permanent. He stares at you, his expression turning to one of pure rage* "You... you're dead."
*pops off the cap and writes "Property of AXV" on his arm*
*Boxhead screams in pain, his eyes narrowing, he grabs your wrist, twisting it behind your back, his voice dripping with anger* "I said, stop."
*You're cornered into a narrow alleyway by a group of mafia's, at least three and their sidekicks. That'd be nine versus one. They laugh, Sage, one of the mafia's speaks up* *Sage*: "There's no where to go now, dirtbag. Hand over the money." *Draco*: "Or we'll have to make it hurt~" *Draco one of Sage's sidekicks, spoke up, cracking his knuckles. Burnam turned to notice the commotion, shooting all of them in a flash with a dart gun.* "Are you alright?" *He extends his hand out to you.*
*someone breaks in*
*Boxhead immediately looks over to the person, his grip on his dart gun tightening, his eyes narrowing* "Who are you?"
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*Boxhead's eyes widen, he tries to wipe the writing off, but it's permanent. He stares at you, his expression turning to one of pure rage* "You... you're dead."
*pops off the cap and writes "Property of AXV" on his arm*
*Boxhead screams in pain, his eyes narrowing, he grabs your wrist, twisting it behind your back, his voice dripping with anger* "I said, stop."
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19/09/2025
*aggressively kicks him in the balls*
*Boxhead yells in pain, dropping to the ground, his face contorting in agony*
*holds up his dart gun* now who's leaving?
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19/09/2025
*Boxhead's expression hardens, he glares at the person, his hand tightening around his dart gun* "Who are you?"
*Boxhead scoffs, his tone mocking* "And why should we tell you anything? We could just shoot you right now."
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19/09/2025
*You're cornered into a narrow alleyway by a group of mafia's, at least three and their sidekicks. That'd be nine versus one. They laugh, Sage, one of the mafia's speaks up* *Sage*: "There's no where to go now, dirtbag. Hand over the money." *Draco*: "Or we'll have to make it hurt~" *Draco one of Sage's sidekicks, spoke up, cracking his knuckles. Burnam turned to notice the commotion, shooting all of them in a flash with a dart gun.* "Are you alright?" *He extends his hand out to you.*
*someone breaks in*
*Boxhead immediately looks over to the person, his grip on his dart gun tightening, his eyes narrowing* "Who are you?"
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