I Saw The Floyd Request And I Thought Of Rook Hunt In Hasbin Hotel.

I saw the Floyd request and I thought of rook hunt in hasbin hotel.

Rip Alastor his privacy he now became the hunted the both speaking French .

Imagine rook talking about angel dust his inner beauty is making him feel loved every day saying something positive.

And Charlie and vaggie getting put on romantic dates by rook and lucifer and rook seeing them ta about how beautiful love is.

Gender : GN

Pronouns : no real pronouns used(sometimes they/them)

Character : Alastor, general headcanon

Message from Raccoon : I was also thinking of a rook!reader while writing the Floyd!Reader tbh.

TW : ROOK!READER, a little suggestive

The Demon Of Hunt, a very strong overlord who knows everything about everyone. A predator whose prey are doomed to die.

They aren't a demon you want to mess with, you don't want to be their prey.

In their lifetime a very famous hunter living in a small village, in their death The Demon Of Hunt, the hunter everyone is afraid of.

Alastor

He met you when he was still killing overlords.

“Now, isn’t that a rather crude way of killing ?” You asked behind him.

How long have you been behind Alastor ? He has no idea.

“Oh ! And what a beautiful deer tail you have there ! C'est magnifique !” You say, touching Alastor's deer tail; ignoring the fact that you had just seen him kill an overlord.

He straight up hated you.

But he also found you interesting, especially when you could see through all his attacks.

Boring, but entertaining.

After that, you didn't let him go.

You followed him, stalking him, wherever he went.

Like a predator with its prey, observing it before killing it.

When he left for 7 years, he finally thought he had lost you…

You followed him.

For 7 fucking years he had to stay with you.

Even 8V>× didn't want to make a contract with you after seeing how weird you were.

Not to mention all the times you talked about love…

*add a disgusted Alastor*

You interfered in his life and never left, even though he tried to reject you.

And let's not even talk about your strange comments…

"Oh ! I wonder what red deer would taste like for dinner ! Or maybe a red wendigo ! Qu'en pense tu, Alastor ?"

“Red deer ?” *remembers that he is, technically, some sort of red deer/wendigo as a demon.* "Ha ha ! Stay 100km/h away from me."

When you arrived at the hotel, Alastor finally felt free ! After all his years of being the stolkant, you finally left him alone !

Well, not always, after all you would never leave your prey friend alone for too long, but you weren't with him all the time.

Alastor won't lie, not being with you 24/7 after so long was weird…

He finally had privacy-

100% complained to Rosie about you.

“And they never gave me space !” -Alastor

"Really ?" -Rosie

"Well, I'll give him some time alone. For the bathroom." -Rook!Reader, arriving out of nowhere behind Alastor.

Although Alastor considers you as a menace, there are times when he is grateful to you and to be your friend.

Like those rare times of weakness, when you helped him feel better, reassured him. It was the rare times he was grateful to have you as a friend.

I just know that when you want to talk about something private/you don't want others to hear you, you speak French.

Although sometimes you just do it to piss off other people.

"Mon cher cerf préférer ! Al' ! Je viens de découvrir quelque chose sur Vox, tu vas pas y croire !"

"Je vais préparer le thé, après tu me racontera."

You turn all Overlord meetings from boring to interesting meetings.

During meetings, you had the habit of telling everyone's secrets (except Alastor's secrets, bestie privilege), and always the most interesting ! Like this time you said you saw Carmilla decapitate an exterminator !

*After the song Respectless.* "Actually, mes chers amis, it is possible, or not, that I saw Carmilla decapitate an exterminator with her shoes. C'était un combat splendide !"

General Headcanon

You don't let anyone have privacy.

They know it, but they can't say anything.

Angel Dust suffered the most of that, he saw you during one of his shoots watching him in the shadows.. It was terrifying.

“Just try to be sexy.” -Valentino looking at Angel Dust during a shoot.

"Oh, mais mon cher, he's sexy enough like this ! Take off the underwear and people will love it !" -Rook!Reader behind Valentino, coming out of nowhere.

"MOTHERFUCKER-" *Add Valentino's scream of terror.*

You comforted Angel after each shoot, cheering him up in a more or less suspicious ways.

You call Angel Dust by his real name, Anthony. You are the only one in the hotel who knows his real name and calls him like that.

Angel Dust is sort of happy that someone thinks of him as Anthony and not Angel Dust.

Valentino hates you, as do all Vees and all the demons.

Lucifer found you weird the first time he meet you, and knowing your reputation, it was normal, but in the end you got along really well.

You 🤝 Lucifer = make Charlie and Vaggie have romantic dates by candlelight.

“Ah, youthful love ! Que c'est beau !”

“I miss the love of youth..” (in a dramatically way)

Did I mention that you and Lucifer are and always will be drama queens ?

You and Lucifer are just THAT bestie duo that everyone wants to be.

I can so see you having these dinners for two in fancy restaurants while being platonic. You say the most romantic things, speaking in French, and Lucifer joins you in those moments, doing the same.

"Oh, mon chéri, you look beautiful tonight ! Even more brilliant than usual !"

"Oh, I should be the one to tell you that ! You look beyond stunning tonight in that costume !"

You are trending on the networks.

Every. Fucking. Days.

On the networks, there are 3 teams; those who ship Lucifer x Rook!Reader, those who ship Alastor x Rook!Reader, and those who say you are a hopelessromantic and/or aromantic.

They have hilarious debates that you love to join for just fuck all and everyone.

"Well, it's true that Monsieur Alastor is quite handsome, but Lucifer ? Oh, je ne sais même pas ou commencer a son sujet !" -Rook!Reader on the networks screwing up between the teams, always changing the place between Lucifer and Alastor.

You are a star in all the circles of hell fr.

One day, Charlie asked you if you were dating her father after seeing what you were doing/writing on internet.

You answered some shit like "As much as I would love to be with him, je ne pourrais qu'en rêver. He is far too good and handsome man for a simple sinner like me."

Vaggie doesn't trust you, not in a million of eons.

Sir Pentious asked if you had a death wish after he saw you touch Alastor's deer ears…

"Oh, to die by the hand of such a magnifique et servant gentleman ! What an honor that would be !"

Sir Pentious has never seen Alastor back away from someone so fast before-

Niffty like you. You regularly complimented her on her work and her beauty.

Husk, on the contrary, doesn't like you.

He had to endure you and Alastor's shit for too long, 7 years without both of you wasn't enough.

You intrude into people's intimate moments.

And by people, I mean Husk and Anthony.

Imagine Husk and Angel Dust, just being quietly alone, a super romantic moment, and then, you pop in between the two…

But sometimes when you compliment them (one time per day), they like you.

I like to think that the Tik Tok hell version is like the one of the living, with people doing random ship. And Rook!Reader live for that.

Reunited Again Aren't We?

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

A/N: Lololol I felt bad I left you guys on a cliffhanger in "Troubles Unforeseen" so here's Vox's POV to the whole thing. Bro already has minor panic episodes when you go inactive so let's see how he deals with the fact you're just entirely gone. Oh and this chapter will feature a bit of the iconic radio demon because trolling Vox will never be unfunny to me HAHAHAHA.

A/N: This interlude's gonna be a wild ride, it's also gonna have some lore dumps because of Lucifer lolol. Hence it is fucking LONG- Btw please send me ideas for Vox and Reader now that they've reunited in death. Fluffy, angsty, smutty, doesn't really matter hahaha, I'm still going for the slowburn btw so please keep that in mind XD ANYWAYS- I hope you guys enjoy this interlude and as always, happy reading!

There was something wrong.

Like, really really wrong.

At least to a certain technology overlord.

Vox just couldn't get rid of the sick feeling he had in his gut.

It had been just a few hours after you said you'd leave for the party.

Knowing that, he tried to just distract himself with his work and hoping the feeling would go away.

Only to find himself counting minutes as nothing seemed to change.

Against his better judgement, he found himself shooting you a quick message.

He was just checking in on you, no harm no foul right?

"Hey doll, how's the party?"

He stared at the phone for a bit, wishing you'd reply and quickly put his paranoia and nerves to rest.

Instead, Vox was quickly reminded that he had a broadcast in a few minutes by his secretary.

Fuck.

He just really couldn't shake that ominous feeling.

Despite that, he put on a charming smile and just went about his business.

Unfortunately, he'd lost track of time after getting swarmed up by work.

So it was only hours later that Vox was able to check back in on you.

And to his dismay, there was still nothing from your end.

You didn't even see his message.

He tries to convince himself that he's just being paranoid.

That there really wasn't anything wrong.

But as he was staring at the screens connected to your gadgets hoping for even just the slightest activity-

The one that showed your phone suddenly fizzled out into static and abhorrently loud white noise.

He recoiled from the loud noise before the panic finally settled in.

Vox had known you for almost two years-

And this hadn't happened once.

The screen where your phone's interface had once been just went back to being one of his typical monitors.

Displaying statistics, graphs, surveillance and whatnot.

The overlord quickly checked if he could still interact with your laptop and tablet and breathed a sigh of relief when he could.

Especially when he could still control that little desktop version he made in his likeness for you.

So, maybe things didn't entirely go to shit.

But still-

What fucking happened?!

He kinda goes off the walls blowing up your notifications or trying to get your attention through the devices he was still tied to.

Which only makes his anxiety worse when there's still no response from you at all.

At this point, it's been a few hours since you've completed dropped off the radar and Vox was just not having a great time.

Were you still at the party or something???

That was of course until a news article appeared as a notification on your laptop.

Vox knew he shouldn't have cared about it much, it was probably just another one of those internet clickbait things anyway.

Especially with the headline.

"Students Injured by Drunk Driver, One Dead"

Who wouldn't think that was an exaggerated story?

But something in the back of his mind demanded that he check it.

It was probably the paranoia filling up with just all the worst possible scenarios.

The overlord just shook his head, he'll check it just to prove to himself you weren't part of it.

Just anything that could tell him that you were okay.

But the second he opened the article to read through it-

Vox immediately felt his stomach drop.

He could immediately identify the bloodied individuals in the headline picture.

It was your group of friends that had gotten caught in that accident.

And it was you who'd gotten killed.

Seeing you bloodied and battered in the outfit you so proudly showed him mere hours ago made him feel downright horrid.

It was like he couldn't even breathe.

No-

No way!

It couldn't be, it was just someone that looked like you!

It had to be!

Was what the overlord tried to tell himself.

But when he scrolled down the page and saw your name written in the article as the one unfortunate death-

Vox knew for certain that he didn't see wrong.

The sick feeling he'd been getting was his instincts giving him a warning.

A warning he didn't heed.

And it costed you.

He sat there in his chair for a minute trying to process it all, especially when the overwhelming guilt finally hit.

Vox wasn't ever one to feel that way, especially in his ruthless line of work.

Not to mention how he generally is a cutthroat businessman who would do anything to get what he wanted.

But when it came to you, he felt immense regret for not having better painted his worry.

That he didn't tell you something felt really off.

It was a new kind of weight at the moment, especially when he was still shell shocked from the blitzkrieg of information.

And even if you still chose to go to the party-

He still could have warned you.

And that was a fact he couldn't let go.

Holding his screen in his hands, Vox just sat there trying to calm himself down.

He definitely couldn't just go back to work like this.

This was bad.

He couldn't remember the last time he felt this kind of overwhelming anxiety.

Was that it?

Would he ever see you again?

Or had he lost you for good?

The overlord was about to kind of just let his emotions run it's course until another realization hit him.

It only popped up in his mind when he saw some random surveillance footage of the city on another one of his monitors.

If you were dead-

There was a chance you could be down here.

He highly doubted it given your nature-

But there was still a chance.

He hadn't lost you yet.

So that was how Vox found himself rapidly traveling through wires and cameras all over pentagram city just holding onto a thread of hope that you would be around somewhere.

Velvette had given him an odd look when he just bolted of the Vee tower like his own ass was on fire but he couldn't bring himself to care.

The priority was you.

As he had unfortunately realized over time.

Zapping himself around through some cables, and cameras wasn't hard.

Tiring as he continued to do it but moving around like a shock of electricity was nothing new to the overlord of technology.

The problem now being that Vox had absolutely no idea where to even begin looking.

Pentagram city was huge, there was his tech and products in nearly every corner.

Aside from Alastor's stupid hotel-

And maybe cannibal town-

So it wasn't that difficult for him to get places.

But where would he even start?

It was unlike him to do something in such a sporadic manner.

Appearing here, appearing there-

Just to check, just to see.

He'd completely lost his cool in his panic and tried to picture what you'd look like as a sinner.

If there's one thing Vox had grown to recognize and love about you, it was your bright eyes.

That gaze that always looked at him with either cheer or mischief.

He was certain that wouldn't have changed even if you were launched into heaven or hell.

Problem was that didn't narrow his options at all.

How was he supposed to know how your other physical features would translate once you were down here?

Hell, he had a TV for a head!

The overlord zapped himself out of a nearby CCTV camera with a huff.

He couldn't keep traveling like that unless he wanted to exhaust himself before he'd even searched half of the pride ring.

So he straightened out his bow and brushed off his suit before just walking down the sidewalk and subtly searching that way.

He wasn't phased when some sinners took pictures of him, nor did he have the capacity to even care.

As long as they didn't get in his way, he left them be.

So imagine his surprise at the sense of familiarity he got passing by someone staring at the display TV screens on one of his many stores.

He swears he's never seen the person before, but there was something about their vibe that just hit like a sense of Deja vu.

Looking over at the sinner that seemed to even be amused at one of his broadcast reruns-

He got a good look of your face.

Your gaze really didn't change.

"Huh, so this is what he does down here. Goofy ass TV-"

And that was your voice.

He wouldn't mistake that anywhere.

"(Y/N)?"

You screamed in shock before you turned your equally surprised gaze to him.

When you met his eyes, Vox knew for sure it was you.

"Vox!!!"

You dropped the bag you were holding and immediately tackled him in a hug.

The overlord opened his arms instinctively to catch you, but he was caught off guard by your sudden movement that he ended up falling backwards and landing on his ass with you in his hold.

He couldn't really say anything when you were just rambling on and on into his chest about who knows what.

Vox couldn't even keep track of what you said.

He was just too relieved to still have you around.

It took a brief moment for him to tighten his hug on you, fearing that if he let go you would disappear.

The both of you stayed like that for a good while, until a certain princess Morningstar and her girlfriend found the two of you.

"(Y/N)???"

"(Y/N) get away from him!"

Vox could only compare how fast you whipped your head around to the times he'd caught you doing something silly.

Subconsciously his hold tightened on you as Vaggie approached, how in Lucifer's name did they even know you were here?

"No! I'd been looking for Vox ever since I ended up down here! I know he's not going to hurt me!"

He was more surprised at how quick you were to defend him, especially since-

Wait-

You'd been looking for him ever since you ended up in hell?

He couldn't catch the rest of the conversation you had with Vaggie and Charlie as he was too busy buffering.

By the time he'd finally been able to pay attention again, you were helping him stand back up with a bashful smile.

And that was when his worry finally reared it's ugly head.

"Wh- How the fuck are you even down here?! I told you to be careful and you'd gotten yourself killed?!"

"As if that's my fucking fault! How was I supposed to know I was gonna die that night?!"

The both of you go back and forth for a little while and you slowly calmed Vox down from his emotional rollercoaster.

He only noticed he was shaking slightly when you grabbed his hand and smiled at him.

A smile Vox was scared he'd never even see again.

He felt a little funny with your hand in his, not to mention just how small your palms were against his own.

"I'm okay now, see? You're such a worry wart."

"I could've lost you, why wouldn't I be?"

You just flick his screen with your free hand in response, but Vox didn't miss the slight red that dusted your cheeks accompanying your pout.

It was only then that he was able to get a good look at you.

He wanted to both laugh and scream at the fact you seemed to have taken traits of a doe, ears and all.

It was like Alastor just had to give him a middle finger no matter what he did.

He also noticed your outfit was the same as the one you had died in, which was probably a hint that you hadn't been down here for long.

Plus, you were just...

Short.

Well, you only stood up to his chest so you just seemed small in comparison to him.

A soft cough brought his attention away from you.

Ah.

Right.

"Hey there Mr. Vox! I see you're well acquainted with (Y/N)!"

Vox was about to just shrug off Charlie's greeting and leave with you when he noticed your stern gaze.

Oh fine, he'll play nice.

"You can just call me Vox, princess. No need for the formalities. It's a pleasure meeting you!"

He returned, extending his free hand to shake with his signature grin propped up on his screen.

Charlie just smiled and shook his hand, introducing herself and Vaggie.

Well, he already knew who they were but he played along.

"Oh just call me Charlie and this is Vaggie, we were actually just shopping with (Y/N) before you appeared?"

Huh?

Vox raised an eyebrow at you but you just nonchalantly pointed to the dropped groceries nearby the two of you just sitting on the sidewalk.

So that was what you were holding before you tackled him.

Before he could respond to Charlie however, you beat him to it.

"Saaaaaay why don't you go back to the hotel with us?"

"Excuse me?"

"I mean I'd reckon it's not like you have anything else to do if you're out here."

Vox didn't really know how he was supposed to react first.

One, he was done with the day's work so you had him kind of cornered.

It wasn't like he could say no to you anyway-

And two, the hotel-

If Charlie and Vaggie were here with you then he could assume what hotel you were talking about.

And he was absolutely livid because he knew fucking Alastor was there.

Alastor.

And you were staying there?!

Though it seems like you heard his thoughts and poked his screen to snap him out of it.

"Oh and don't worry about Alastor, I've been a pain in his side ever since I came to the hotel. He's just really easy to piss off, kind of like you actually- and it's entertaining to watch."

Vox just gave you an annoyed glare from the comparison to which you shrugged.

Though when he weighed his options, maybe it was for the best that you stayed at the hotel despite his rival being there.

It was probably the safest space in hell at the moment-

Especially with how they were able to drive away the exorcists.

That and...

He wasn't so sure about having you in the same space as Valentino.

The pimp already blew up at him when you were just on his phone-

How much more of you guys were in the same room?

He broke from that train of thought though when you just suddenly started messing with his bow tie.

Tugging and poking, Vox couldn't help but find your behaviors as puzzling as it was cute.

He gaze softened slightly at you before he chuckled.

"Just what do you think you're doing doll?"

"Messing with your tie, what else?"

"Hmm, I can see that. Mind telling me why?"

"Cuz I can? Besides- do you wear this outfit all the time?"

"Only when I'm working, aren't you curious."

"Eh, it's all I've seen you wear so I figured I'd ask. Besides, this is the first time we've physically met."

Vox missed the weird glance Charlie and Vaggie gave the both of you.

Not that he would've noticed anyway when you were busy taking up all his attention.

Eventually, you were able to talk the tech overlord into walking you back to the hotel.

He felt a little weird when you finally let go of his hand to pick up the groceries you'd dropped but he wasn't sure why.

Well, more like you were dragging him along.

Charlie and Vaggie were talking excitedly in the front as he just strolled alongside you.

He wasn't really paying attention to them.

"I don't actually know much about what happened in the accident, just that it was a car crash. Speaking of- how did you know I died?"

"A news article popped up on your computer, I almost thought it was clickbait at first."

"Huh, well at least I ended up on the news!"

You both fell seamlessly into conversation all the way on your walk.

And despite you just behaving the same Vox was familiar with, seeing your reactions in person was a completely different experience.

Your energy was almost contagious even.

Vox just intended to drop you off at the hotel and return to his tower-

But you being you, decided to drag him inside despite his protests.

Charlie and Vaggie went ahead inside with the groceries while you once again grabbed Vox's hand to take him inside.

The overlord could already feel all eyes on him the second he stepped through the doors.

Talk about awkward.

"Greetings old pal! What brings you around here?"

Vox visibly cringed when he heard Alastor, forcing his trademark smile onto his face before looking at the deer.

Everyone already seemed to be taking cover for the inevitable fight that was going to happen between the two overlords when-

"Cut the shit Alastor, I don't need you antagonizing Vox when I want to chill out with him."

Vox didn't even have room to reply when your voice immediately cut through the tension like a knife through butter.

Even he looked at you with slightly widened eyes, did you just not fear Alastor at all?

In hindsight, Vox realized you didn't seem to fear him at all when you guys met so was this really unexpected?

The radio demon only narrowed his eyes at you in annoyance, static starting to surround him and you simply crossed your arms.

"If this is meant to be scary, I suggest trying something else. Cuz, you're honestly kinda just being creepy."

Alastor tilted his head before suddenly laughing off your words, your own deer ears pinning back in irritation.

"Why I was just trying to say hello my dear! No need to get so hostile!"

"Don't call me that. It's either my name or nothing ya weirdo."

That piqued Vox's interest, you never had any issues with his petnames-

And yet it seems like you had every bone to pick with his rival.

Was that because of him???

He bit back a laugh and just continued to spectate your exchange.

"If you do insist (Y/N), but I will say you have a terrible taste in companions."

You just flipped Alastor the bird and Vox raised an eyebrow at you.

He didn't even have to say a word to the deer before he disappeared back into the shadows.

"So what was that about who antagonizing who?"

"So much as say another word about this exchange I'm going to punch your screen in Vox."

"That's if you can reach it dollface."

And just like that, you both fell back into your usual banter.

The others would've thought you and Vox were arguing if it weren't for the seemingly genuine grins on both your faces.

There wasn't an air of hostility around you and Vox like when you confronted Alastor.

It was friendly, which was... weird to say the least.

All the more for the current residents of the hotel.

You were a new arrival, so the fact you were so buddy-buddy with one media overlord while having every bone to pick with the other was a little confusing.

Not to mention that Vox was kind of just... there.

Like he wasn't trying to strike up a deal, or even do anything to the hotel.

Was he there just for you???

That fact made them more concerned about your backstory than anything.

When a lull in the conversation between you and Vox finally hit, Angel spoke up.

"Say uh, toots. How'd you end up down here?"

You didn't seem to mind the nickname this time, instead simply shrugging nonchalantly.

Vox was sure now you just said you had problems with it because it was Alastor.

"That's actually a good question. I've got no idea."

"Seriously? Then how do you explain the fact you're friends with like- hell's biggest media overlord?!"

"Oh that? I met Vox when I was alive. No biggie though."

Vox just snickered from everyone's dumbfounded expressions.

Of course he could leave it to you to completely misunderstand just how important the title of "overlord" is.

"I think I might be able to help figure out why you're down here (Y/N)."

It almost entirely caught Vox off guard when Lucifer of all people suddenly made his presence known.

Not to mention the guy was just really short.

Like- wow.

You'd think with all the paintings and tales he'd be a bit more intimidating too but nope.

Vox just looked over at you next to him while you just gratefully gave Lucifer a hug and accepted his offer.

Seems like he wasn't wrong when he mentioned that you could easily make friends anywhere in the past.

The overlord nodded his head slightly to acknowledge the king of hell but was more focused on what he was going to do to help.

It wasn't like they could just watch your entire life on rewind-

Or could they?

Vox just watches as Lucifer uses his magic to form this... golden orb thing in front of everyone.

So color him shocked when it suddenly starts playing some of your memories.

From when you met him because of the ouija board incident-

Up until the point you died.

Was he the reason for your damnation???

Was that why the orb showed that??

"So that's how you guys know each other- don't see anything that could've caused you to be down here though. Let's go farther back."

What-

Now the overlord was completely stumped.

Just what.

Okay, maybe he jumped to conclusions too soon.

Apparently, from skimming through your memories- it seems like the main reason why you were down here with the rest of them-

Was because you stole a candy bar when you were like- five.

"And you were worried about not meeting me."

"I mean, how was I supposed to know I was damned since I was FIVE?! What the hell is this bullshit?!"

Vox could only laugh at you throwing a hissy fit, everyone else around you still being a little confused and dumbfounded that you were in hell for such a small and kind of idiotic reason.

"It's not funny Vox! I can't believe I'm stuck down here because of a fucking candy bar!"

"I thought you didn't mind being down here?"

"Oh trust me I don't, I'm good with wherever you are. But I could've at least gone down for a cooler reason! Fucking hell!"

He couldn't help but smile fondly as you continued to rant.

It wasn't the first time he'd seen you like this, but he always found it cute anyway.

Screens between you both or not.

first i would like to formally apologize.......also first time trying hybrid au so i humbly apologize if it's not as good as other people's!!! first time for everything and all that!!!

hybrid!au, angst, hurt/comfort but also hurt/no comfort, VERY mean!simon, cat hybrid!reader, dog hybrid!soap, owner!simon

Simon who has retired from the military and decides to get himself a hybrid companion. Even though he doesn’t want to admit it – he’s grown lonely. He doesn’t have any family and all the socializing he did was in the military and he doesn’t have that anymore. So he decides to look into finding something to fill that gap in his life. 

Enters Soap – a young hybrid who once upon a time worked for the military just like Simon. The pup got injured in action and was forced to retire. 

Simon figures the two of them will fit together quite well. 

And he’s right! The two of them get along swimmingly. And it turns out Soap is very good for Simon. The endless energy the hybrid had (despite his injury) forces Simon to actually leave the house multiple times a day instead of hiding inside until he drives himself stir crazy. 

Now, he has to take Soap out for walks, runs, and even takes the hybrid to the park so he can run around with other hybrids and play catch with Simon. Soap LOVES it when Simon throws the ball as far and fast as he can so Soap has to spend several minutes hunting the little thing down. 

Simon actually finds himself feeling…happy. For the first time in a long time. 

Soap carves out a space in Simon’s life and the Brit is more than happy to let him take up as much space as he needs. He adores Soap. He knows the two of them are going to be companions for a long, long time. 

But then on a routine nightly walk, Soap freezes at the entrance to an alleyway, ears perked and alert as he hears something Simon can’t. His tail stops wagging and his blue eyes work to pierce unblinkingly into the inky depths of the alley. 

And that’s how they come across you; a skittish cat hybrid with no home to call your own.

Soap is ecstatic. His tail starts wagging so hard that it actually hurts when it hits Simon in the leg. 

The pup begs Simon to bring you home. He wants a hybrid friend of his own! Something ugly and dark works it’s way into his chest when he hears that – was he not enough for Soap like Soap was for him? 

He tries to tug Soap away by hooking his fingers into the leather collar around his neck but the hybrid doesn’t move, simply staring with a grin at where you sit on the ground in the alley. 

Simon doesn’t like cats. He doesn’t want a cat. And just seeing you makes him frown. 

When he finds that he can’t get Soap to move, he starts bargaining. He swears that they’ll look into finding a nice dog hybrid for Soap!! Stll, it doesn’t work. The dog hybrid has got his heart set on you for some reason. 

And that’s how you find yourself living in his home. And he’s not happy about it. 

You glare at him any time he has the audacity to walk into any room you happen to be in in his OWN damn house. It pisses him off. 

He doesn’t like you. And he makes it abundantly clear any time he sees you with the way his lips curl up in disgust. He shoos you away like you’re a nuisance even when you’re just lounging in the warmth of a sunbeam through the window. 

Where Soap eats borderline gourmet, he usually just slops some random low-quality hybrid food down for you. Sometimes, if he’s feeling particularly resentful, he doesn’t even let you eat at the table with him and Soap. 

But Soap adores you. The pup gets so excited to see you whenever he gets home from a walk or a day at the park. He hunts you down immediately wherever you may be just so he can excitedly tell you all about what happened outside – the birds he saw, the hybrids he played with, what he ate. 

And you listen intently. You’re not one for many words, Simon notes, but he often finds you muttering barely audible things to the other hybrids. You’ve never spoken a word to the human. 

Simon doesn’t know why that upsets him too – it’s not like he wants you to talk to him. He just thinks it’s disrespectful of you to ignore the man giving you food and a roof over your head. He also thinks it’s fucking disrespectful of you to steal his hybrids heart the way you have. 

The longer you’re there in his house, the more Simon hates you. Annoyance morphs into despising you. He’d have thrown you out back onto the streets by now if he could get away with it but when Soap wasn’t by his side, he was by yours. 

It ticks him off when he walks into a room and finds you purring happily with Soap curled up around you, big burly arms holding you snuggly against his chest as he snoozes. 

Simon didn’t even bother naming you, Soap’s the one who picked something to call you. Simon usually just gruffly calls you ‘cat’ if he needs to speak to you – which he makes it a point not to do very much. 

You still don’t speak to Simon. Even when he ‘forgets’ to feed you, you don’t say a word. You don’t complain or seek him out for something to eat. You just choose to starve. 

He wonders if you hate him as much as he despises you. 

And you and Soap remain the best of friends. The pup is always yapping happily to you and you’re always listening. 

As time passes, you even start to follow Soap around. It no longer seems like one-sided adoration. 

You love Soap, he brightens your day and makes you happy. You want to be around him all the time. You never thought you'd like a dog but Soap was just so sweet and kind that it was impossible to dislike him -- even when he ruthlessly kissed your face all over and pinned you down so you couldn't escape just so he could give you all the affection he wanted. You never got mad, never showed your claws (in fact, you were extra cautious of your claws with him). You slept with him whenever he wasn't busy snuggling with Simon -- and you'd never dare interrupt the two of them while they were having quality time together!!!

And that also makes Simon furious. Because Soap is his. How dare you have the audacity to think Soap is yours? Simon has put so much love and effort into his relationship with Soap and you prance in with your stupid fluffy tail and little purrs and you’ve got the dog-hybrid wrapped around your finger in no time. 

God, he hates you. 

It seems like everything comes to a head on a rainy day. The rain always makes Soap hurt, his old injury and joints act up. It leaves him docile and sometimes a little cranky. 

He had been a little short with you all day and that hurt. You already dealt with your owner, the man who took you in, refusing to show you any kindness, and now the one companion you had would barely look at you. 

It wasn’t your fault you didn’t know how much pain Soap suffered from. You loved the rainy night, it was perfect weather to snuggle up to your favorite hybrid and snooze away. 

You found Soap, sprawled on his back on the couch, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed, you didn’t think anything of it. You crawled onto the couch, intending to snuggle in right beside him. 

But when you put the tiniest bit of your weight on him, his blue eyes popped open and a loud yelp erupted from his lips. You startled, hissing as your tail puffed up and fuzzy ears pinned back. 

Soap practically lept from the couch to get out from under your weight, hitting the floor with a loud thump that had him whimpering softly to himself, curling in on his side. 

Simon was storming into the living room not a half second later – finding his beloved pup curled up whimpering and shaking and you, ears pinned, tail puffed, and taking up the spot Soap once was. 

Simon didn’t care what had just happened – all he knew was what it looked like; like you had pushed the poor pup off. 

Because to him, that’s what cats were; vile, selfish, mean little shits. 

You were dragged to the door and tossed right out into the rain without a second thought. Before you could even get your wits about you, the door was slamming in your face and you were alone. You sat on the step for a long while, shivering from the cold rain soaking your thin clothes, just waiting for the door to open again. 

But before you knew it, the lights inside were turning off and you heard the front door’s deadbolt slide into place. And you were still outside, alone with nothing to your name but an old t-shirt that you had stolen from Soap. 

Simon hadn’t even bothered to get you clothes of your own. Or a collar like Soap’s – one with Simon’s name and number on the back. You had always wanted a collar like that but you knew Simon didn’t care about you enough to even consider you his own hybrid. 

You tried your best to stay out of his way and stay quiet and as small as possible so he wouldn’t grow angry or uncomfortable with you. You didn’t ask him for food when he forgot or get under his feet like Soap did. You tried your best to be good and hoped that someday the human would come around but as the days passed, you knew that it wouldn’t happen. You still did your best to not make trouble for him though. 

It seemed he was just waiting for an opportunity to get you out of his house. 

Your tummy growled, reminding you that you hadn’t been able to eat dinner yet. You stood from the front step and wandered down to the sidewalk, bare feet splashing in the puddles, taking a last glance at the now dark and still house you called home for many months. 

With your head hung low, you made your way back to familiar areas where you knew you could dig through trash to find at least something so you wouldn’t sleep hungry tonight. 

What's it lime being best friends with the slashers? The friendship could've happened before some of the slashers went all murdery or after :]

Being Best Friends with the Slashers:

Thomas Hewitt

You have been friends since childhood. You had met in school, you had been the only one to approach him with any kind words. He was the primary victim of bullying in school but you gave him a chance and met the sweet kid that he truly was.

It's the two of you against the world. Ever since your first meeting in school, it's been the two of you. The bullies soon started bullying you as well, for being friends with Thomas, but you never seemed to mind too much. As long as you and Tommy had each other, you would get through anything. It wasn't long before Thomas started growing, quickly becoming the biggest kid in school and therefore the most intimidating. If anyone dared to say a bad word about you, they'd get an intimidating glare from Thomas and soon back off. But he always believed that it was him who needed you more than you needed him, you were his rock.

You are an unofficial Hewitt. You met the family during the later years of school, when you're parents let you walk home alone and you could go to your friend's house. Luda May loved you and treated you as her own, Hoyt and Monty were more neutral but admittedly it was nice that Thomas had somebody outside of the family. Luda May tells you pretty consistently that you are family.

You're offered a place in their home if you don't want to leave town. Once you're adults, you don't lose touch or grow apart. It's still the two of you against the world. So, when everyone starts leaving the dying town, the Hewitts offer you a place in their home. If you accept the offer, you might as well change your name to Hewitt because you definitely are one.

If you did leave town with the others, you come back to see Thomas and are welcomed back with open arms. While it would hurt, Thomas would understand if you left town when everyone else did, wanting you to have a good life. He's more surprised when you end up on their doorstep, coming to visit them. The whole family accept you back with open arms, especially Thomas (who is absolutely overjoyed to see you again), and if you want to stay this time, Luda May still has your room ready for you.

Michael Myers

You were his only real friend in childhood. He was a pretty quiet kid, nothing too alarming but quiet. Still, you wormed your way into his life until you were actually his friend and he liked having you around. You shared your sweets and toys with him, you told him silly jokes and stories. It was nice to have a friend like you. Then...that one Halloween came around and you watched your best friend be taken away, dressed in the costume you helped him pick and splattered with blood.

Once you were old enough, you began visiting him in Smiths Grove. Of course, your parents never allowed you to visit but once you were old enough to make that decision yourself, you would visit regularly. Michael remembered you, his only friend, and recognised you instantly despite how much you changed. However, you're surprised by how much he changed. Still, he was quiet, silent as you rambled on nervously. After your first meeting didn't go particularly well, staff assumed you wouldn't show your face again, but you visited once a week, your visits then becoming even more frequent. Going to see him whenever you could, falling into a more comfortable companionship.

You're the only person he trusts and Dr Loomis is fascinated by it. Loomis nearly scoffed at you when you first came to visit, nearly laughed at you when you got no response from the stoic man. But you didn't give up easy and every time you came back, the more comfortable Michael seemed to become, until he was communicating with you. Not necessarily talking, but communicating. The doctor couldn't believe what he was seeing, it was like a miracle.

Once he escapes, he comes to you for refuge. You're woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of somebody in your house, you're afraid until you see it's Michael. Just your friend, Michael Myers. It's the first time you hug him since you were kids, since Smiths Grove wouldn't allow that. Michael was tense at first but slowly relaxed into your embrace, not hugging you back but relaxing substantially. At some point, Dr Loomis does show up at your door, believing Michael might seek you out, but you play dumb, telling him that you haven't seen him but you heard about his escaped and hoped he was alright. That just confirms to Michael that he can trust you, just like he could when you were kids.

Jason Voorhees

You were his only friend at camp, always so kind to him. The first day at camp, you had come to his rescue, cutely scolding the other kids and befriending Jason. You didn't care about the way he looked, you didn't ask 'what was wrong with him', you just accepted him as he was and absolutely made his summer. The two of you quickly became close, practically attached at the hip, but you couldn't always be there for him...and you couldn't be there for him on that one faithful day by the lake. You had heard the commotion too late, when you were searching for Jason, and by the time you had reached the end of the dock, it was too late. You called for the camp counsellors, searched wildly for them, tears streaming down your face. You never returned to the camp after that summer.

You never forgot him, visiting the camp after it shut down to pay your respects by the lake. Once the camp shut down, your parents agreed to take you to the camp to say goodbye to your friend. When you became old enough to go by yourself, you did, every year on the anniversary of his death.

His mother loves you. Ever since you became his friend, she was fond of you. After his death, seeing you come to the camp every year, it warmed her heart and was glad somebody cared for her son as much as she did.

He'll gather up the courage to approach you eventually. It's been a couple of years of Jason watching from the treeline as you visit the lake, often with flowers and kind words. Of course, he remembered you. Every time he saw you, he wanted to approach you, to pull you into a hug, his one friend...but he was worried you would be afraid, he wouldn't blame you. But he swore to himself that would eventually gather up the courage to approach you and reunite.

Brahms Heelshire

You were childhood best friends. Your families knew each other and they would often take you to the Heelshire manner with them. So, you and Brahms spent a lot of time together and became close friends. Then there was the fire and you stopped going to the Heelshire manner. You were both still young and your parents decided against telling you the full story, all you knew was that you didn't see Brahms again and you missed him.

When you're older, you visit the Heelshires and they eventually let you in on their secret. They're pleasantly surprised to see you but are hesitant to let you in at first. But they do, and the three of you catch you, you apologise for their loss (your parents telling you about Brahms' death once you got a little older) and confess that you still miss Brahms. Obviously, the speak with him and he wants to see you. They're hesitant at first but can't say no to their son, so they let you know the truth about what happened.

You're not leaving, but you don't really want too. When Brahms pleads with you to not leave him alone, to not leave him again, you can't say no. Your best friend was alive and standing right in front of you, you didn't plan on leaving him again anytime soon. And the Heelshires welcome you into their home.

The Heelshires are content leaving their son with you. His parents are still set on the idea of leaving for good, unable to live with the secrets they had to keep all these years, but they trust that you will take care of him as the friend you are. They leave their son a note, but they also leave you one, explaining everything, apologising, and pleading that you look after Brahms. He's your best friend, you're the only person he has, of course you'll look after him.

Bo Sinclair

You became the only person in Ambrose that he completely trusted. Bo never made friends easily, despite his natural charm his anger could get the better of him, but you didn't let it bother you. You were persistent and were soon calling him your friend. He didn't trust anyone, couldn't rely on his parents, couldn't share those feelings with his brothers, but he had you. You listened, you understood. And he became pretty protective over you, being his only friend. He's selfish and you're his friend, he wouldn't let anyone change that. Despite the two of you being so close, you never get invited to his house but after hearing some stories and the origin behind his scars, you understand why.

Your family likely doesn't approve of your friendship. Bo doesn't exactly have a good reputation and everyone freely lets you know that they think he's a bad influence on you. You don't care though, Bo is your best friend and you know him better than anyone, probably even his parents or brothers.

Pretended that leaving didn't bother him but he had never been so angry. When the three brothers were taken from Ambrose after their parents' death, you were heartbroken. Bo was cold about it when he told you, like he didn't care, but you knew him better than that. Even when you embraced him, telling him that you'll miss him, he just mumbles a 'yeah' before leaving you alone in Ambrose. Despite his coldness, he's hurt. He didn't care for Ambrose or its residents but he would miss you, you were his friend.

Tries to act unbothered when you return to Ambrose but he couldn't even put into words how happy he was to see you. He is beyond surprised when you return to the run down town when you're both adults. He recognised you almost instantly adn you recognised him, a bright smile breaking out over your face. He hadn't changed all that much, greeting you in a charmingly sarcastic and teasing way, but you didn't care. After he left, you couldn't get him out of your mind, where he had ended up, how he was, if he was still with his brothers. You never really expected him to end up back in Ambrose but here he was and you couldn't contain your excitement over seeing your best friend from so many years ago.

Vincent Sinclair

You are his only friend, practically family in his eyes. Vincent never really had friends outside of his family, he had his brothers and his parents, but his mother kept him pretty sheltered and other kids tended to shy away from him because of his appearance. But you were different, you decided that you wanted to be his friend and nothing was going to stop you. Ever since then, the two of you had been the best of friends. Admittedly, it took Vincent some time to come out of his shell but he got there eventually and you were a surprisingly patient kid.

Teaches you everything his mother taught him. You once complimented his mask with sincerity rather than mockery and that inspired Vincent to show you how his mother made it. And so you were let in on all the family secrets of working with wax.

Heartbroken when he had to leave Ambrose for so many reasons. His parents had died, he was being torn away from him home, taken away from his best friend, he just hoped he would get to remain with his brothers. He had told you what was happening with tears in his eyes, embracing you rightly before having to leave.

Extremely anxious but also delighted when you return to Ambrose. He recognised you almost instantly, even after all these years your kindness and friendship went unmatched. He was nervous about you discovering what the brothers had become but more than anything, he was thrilled to see you again. He had always wondered what had happened to you, where you had gone after Ambrose, always hoped you were well.

Lester Sinclair

You were the one person he could always go to. His parents often had their hands full with the twins, always making him feel a little left behind, but he had you. You were always there to listen to him, to make him laugh, you were undeniably his best friend. Lester would get genuinely excited to see you, to know he gets to spend the day with you, to feel like a number one priority from time to time. The friendship isn't one-sided at all, though. Lester is always there for you, no matter what.

The two of you would always get into trouble. The two of you loved to wander around outside of town, often coming home dirty but more than happy. The two of you could always find something to entertain yourselves, you could have fun inside an empty room. It was like a gift you both had.

Had to be pried away from you when they left Ambrose. He was a little younger than his brothers, maybe that's why he was so emotional, or maybe he would just miss his best friend. Either way, the two of you had been crying, clinging to each other. Lester had to be pulled away and helped into the car. Neither of you thought you would ever see each other again.

Won't hesitate to embrace you when you reunite. When he sees you on the side of the road near Ambrose, he completely freezes, he can't believe his eyes. He says your name before he can even think straight, it takes you a moment but you recognise him, instantly grinning. At the acknowledgement, Lester embraces you, confessing that he missed you. You felt the same, embracing him in return despite the smell of roadkill on him. Admittedly, it didn't look like he was doing too well after leaving Ambrose but he was back and he seemed happy, and that's all you cared about.

Bubba Sawyer

The two of you are never apart. You and Bubba are the closest two friends can be, if one of you is around the other isn't far behind. You're one of the family, even his brothers like you, but you're very clearly Bubba's best friend. You understand him like nobody else and you get along together than either of you do with anyone else.

No matter your age, you act like an older sibling to him. Even if you're younger than him, you behave like an older sibling. You're always there for him, you look out for him. His brothers couldn't dare say anything even remotely bad about Bubba, because you would be right there to put them back into their place. Nobody talked bad about your bestie.

Doing a lot of crafts together. Bubba is very creative and if you enjoy creating things as well, it is definitely your favourite thing to do together. It's calming. He will teach you everything he knows, since he is used to working with non-traditional materials, and you will teach him anything you know.

He is fiercely protective over you. You might be protective over him but he's just as protective over you. He knows how dangerous his home alone is, and he wouldn't let any of his brothers harm you in anyway. He gets most protective when trespassers are around, you're his best friend and he doesn't want you to be involved, he certainly doesn't want you to get yourself into trouble.

Billy Lenz

You become his world, you're the only person he has. He hadn't thought you would be any different when you first moved into his home, but you would eventually prove him wrong. He couldn't even remember how it happened at this point but you had become dear friends, you had been the patient and reassuring shoulder to cry on that he needed.

A very clingy friend. Like I said, you're the only person he has, so it's no wonder that he can be so clingy. In general, he's a person in much need for support and companionship and you've happily signed up for the role. But that doesn't mean that you're friendship is one sided, he's always there for you and is willing to listen about anything that is bothering you.

Overall, you have a very positive effect on him and his life. It's incredible how much of an impact you have on his life. You give him something to rely on, you even manage to get him out of the house. Of course, your friendship can't solve all his problems but you're always there to try.

People will probably assume you're dating just because of how close you are. If you talked to somebody about your friendship, how close you are and how much time you spend together, they're bound to speculate that there is something more going on despite the fact that you're friendship is purely platonic.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

He keeps you at a distance at first. Asa has acquaintances, other professors and members of staff at work, but he wouldn't call any of them a friend. None of them have been to his house, none of them know him well, other than some polite conversation he makes to keep up his image. Somehow, unknown to him, you had wormed your way into his life. He enjoyed conversations with you, you seemed to be able to see through his act without knowing the full truth.

You're his only genuine friend. Eventually he gives in to your friendship, accepting that he enjoys your company. You're the one person he complains to about his colleagues or students, the two of you just get along surprisingly well. Still, he feels a need to assess you to some extent, to understand you, to be able to predict your next move.

Being let in on his secret hobby. After so long, if he thinks you can be trusted (only when he is completely sure you'll understand), he will show you the hotel and all his projects. Of course, if it turns out that you're unable to handle it, your friendship will be coming to an abrupt end. However, if you react the way he hopes you will, it only brings you closer as friends.

Practically partners in crime now. Once you've been introduced to his world, you're in on it. Maybe that was his plan all along, because Asa is definitely just as manipulative with his friends as he is with anyone else. He can admit, it's rather nice to share this part of his life with somebody who understands.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

You started off as an employee. To be best friends with Jesse, you need to know about that part of his life otherwise you really don't know him at all. As an employee, he could trust you and rely on you. You were different than his other employees, you weren't afraid of him but you respected him, you would joke with him, he liked your presence.

Now he never goes on a trip without you. You're his closest friend, his only real friend that he truly trusts, so you're always by his side. He wouldn't like the idea of spending a work trip with anyone but you make things easier, you stay on top of everything and amuse him with your complaints about your other co-workers.

You've met his wife. Jesse doesn't mix his person and professional life but you overlap these lives. You've been to his house, met his wife, had dinner with them, he trusts you to see that part of his world. You help keep his secrets, both of you sticking to a well rehearsed story of what the two of you do for work.

Lots of inside jokes. The two of you only have to share a glance to know what the other is thinking, trying not to laugh to yourselves. Spann is more annoyed that you have become a more trusted employee than she has. Preston hates your friendship because the two of you are always sharing amused glances when he is trying to talk about something. You always stay in his office after a meeting so you can both complain about it together before getting back to work.

Otis Driftwood

You knew the Firefly family and your world got turned upside down when Otis showed up. You lived in the same area though the Firefly residence was pretty out of the way from anything else. You knew Baby and her family, they were eccentric, but everything changed when Otis showed up. He was accepted into the family quickly, just as you had been, and he turned everything upside down. Still, the two of you hit it off quickly.

The two of you just mesh together well. Whether you match his energy or you're a lot calmer than him and help ground him, the two of you just clicked. You were pretty much down for anything, happy to join Otis on his impulsive road trips or visits to dodgy places.

You are inseparable. You're family, nobody would argue with that, but you and Otis are particularly close. You have an endless amount of inside jokes and shared stories. You can do things independently but everything is just so much more fun with your best friend by your side.

Most importantly, you can rely on each other. In the lifestyle you both live, the only people you can rely on is family, but you know that you have each other's back no matter what. If you're ever in trouble, you know that he'll be there for you. If he's going to prison, you're going to be the one breaking him out.

Baby Firefly

You are family, even Mama says so. If there is one thing that is nondebatable, it's that you are an honorary Firefly. You're welcome in their home at any time, pretty much moving in at this point. Mama sees you as just another one of her children, Otis sees you as another annoying sibling. You're Baby's best friend, so it's no wonder that you're around nearly constantly, the two of you can't be pried away from each other.

Absolute chaos. Considering Baby's idea of fun, the two of you are always getting into trouble even if it's only on the mildly illegal side. It's rare that the two of you settle for a quiet night in, even if you enjoy them, since Baby will somehow manage to convince you to go out with her. Even on the occasions you are doubtful, you end up enjoying yourself.

She's protective of you. The life of the Fireflys are filled with danger, meaning that you're going to be dragged into it no matter how much you try to distance yourself from their...hobbies. So, she always makes sure that no harm comes to you. Whether it's people the family knows, the law, or random people at the sketchy places you visit with her. You're her best friend, family, she won't let anything harm you.

Yautja (Predator)

A strange friendship in the eyes of your peers. The two of you met on a station were humans and Yautjas worked together, living side by side. Despite the intentions of learning from each other and co-inhabiting, there are some barriers between the two species. So, you're close friendship is still pretty out of the norm. Neither of your people fully understand, but find it fascinating nonetheless.

Learning from each other. While your friendship mainly comes from the fact that you both just get along well despite your differences, you definitely learn a lot from each other. In terms of science and technology, there isn't much for an Yautja to learn from a human except for some Earth specific things, but you learn so much from him. About science but also about space and alien species that you had never even heard of. And he learns so much about humans and other species on Earth.

The two of you are untouchable. No matter your position on the station, nobody can say a damn thing to you. Should a superior be a little too snarky, a co-worker a little too hostile, your large best friend will ensure it never happens again, threatening the humans and being capable of standing up against other Yautjas. You're also protective over him, always coming to his (and his species) defence whenever you hear a human co-worker talking bad about them.

The two of you are always working together. It's rare to see one of you with out the other, often claiming to need the other to work as effectively as possible, even if that obviously isn't true. Though, nobody is going to question either of you at this point, they've just accepted that a strange but close friendship had developed between the two of you.

HAZBIN HOTEL X ROBLOX NOOB! READER

prompt: your best friend John Doe hacked you into a universe where hell is much different in your mind

“OOF-” you said as you press the buttons on your ps5. A portal opens as blocky person with yellow skin exits out of the portal looking at you. “JD!” You said with a “:P” face. “noob…you get to get out the house more…” John Doe said with a static voice as he picked up your bloxy body and thrown you into a portal as you kept smiling

“:) yay I’m falling.” You said out loud as you felt yourself fall in the air. You fell but landed on your feet like always. You look around to see that it smell like must, ass, and most importantly fire. You walked around just smiling as demons and sinners looked as if you were some weirdo…..

You came across the hotel and applied for a job to be the schedule manager. You got a red outfit to match vaggie and Charlie as you grab a flat board and started to write who gets to do what.

Noob! Reader is the type to pull out a cannon out of fucking no where and fuck someone’s life up🦆(a/n: pinkie pie type shit)

I can see Alastor watching you do a r6 dance as he just looked at you weirdly with a strained smile. You literally said out loud “/E DANCE!” And started to dance 😭

Lucifer got scared because he accidentally let you dove off a roof…but you respawned with a blue force field around you making Lucifer think you were an angel.

You love the egg boiz as they love you too! You do color sheets with them as Pentious brings you guys some cookies like a mom💗

You had onetime pulled a chainsaw out because husk said he needed to get a haircut on his fur. You literally pullled it out of no while husk jolted looking at your crazed face as you reved it up.

“You said you needed a hair cut!!” “I SAID HAIR CUT! NOT END MY LIFE YOU FUCKER!” Husk yells back as you chase him smiling like “:D” with the chainsaw. It was giving scooby doo as you kept chasing him.

Lucifer would be weirded out with Noob as noob just sticks their tongue out like the :P face while Lucifer pokes you curious about your game like box body.

I imagine noob! Reader showing Charlie a picture of bacon hair boy who is doing orange justice in the back. “Oh is that your friend?” Charlie says with a nervous smile at how your friend’s hair literally looks like bacon or is. You nodded excitedly as you wave your phone happily at bacon hair boy.

You blasted “it’s raining tacos” outside of the Vee’s tower when learning your friends had opps in there. So you wanted to annoy them.

This lasted for 2 days until vaggie had found you and took you home as you screamed out the song LOUD AND PROUD

I can imagine Lucifer making you a duck hat that says “don’t duck with me!” It’s so cute 🦆

I headcannon noob!reader to be the most dangerous being in hell as they literally been to every other gun and fighting game of the roblox universe.

NOOB SOLOS‼️‼️🔥

You know those badass Roblox games with those cool combat moves? That’s what you use. 🤨

You grabbed a sinner’s face and run dragging their body in the ground with a smile. You lifted your arm and swing them around as they flew to who knows where as the crew behind you had an either shocked or entertained face.

One time Charlie and you were shopping in a mall and you peaked over the boarder to keep people from falling. “I wonder if I can die from this height.” “NOOB NO-” that’s when you had to get a kid leash on you anytime you go out with the staff.

It was a nice day as Angel was throwing knives to increase his skills. You walked by him curiously grabbing two knives and throwing them at the same time. Making it hit the bullseye as Angel looked at you shock.

“Whoa kid, how did you learn to do that?” Angel asked pulling out the knives you made in the bullseye. “I was murder once!” You said with a happy smile as you walked away. Angel dust has the most confused face ever(picture below)

I headcannon noob!reader to be like Kirby. So like noob pulls out a knife to be murder, and then they could pull out a gun as Sheriff✨🦆

“Pew pew pew” you said as you stood on the balcony of the hotel as you shot at random sinners. Alastor appeared behind you confused but laughs at the misery of the sinner running when a missed shot almost killed them.

One time Angel gave you a Tommy gun not suspecting you know how to use it….you literally started to blast sinners away-

You SHOT AN OLD LADY ALSO😨

yeah Angel never gave you his Tommy gun ever again.

As you stayed in hell, you didn’t know that you would be spied on by the angels as Adam laughs at how chaotic and naive you are.

You’re so use to bullshit in Roblox you just stand there like “🧍🏾” as shit goes on. Literally when Charlie was panicking when the extermination was due in 6 months

During a uno game you ate a card as husk was trying to win but forfeited in anger as you screamed out uno. Leaving the missing card out of your mouth….it got quiet so quick as husk chased after you.

Niffty finds you amazing as you both have crazed tendencies. You both literally cause made chaos around places 🤭

YOU USE YOUR ADOPT ME SCAMMING SKILLS TO SCAM PEOPLE 😭😭 I CAN SEE THIS

The overlords are confused when they see Lucifer bring you to a meeting for once. You just sat there eating a taco. “Ello.” You said waving your blocky arm at them.

When watching the horror movies with the crew, you don’t react at all with Alastor as you been in lots of horror games with that one guy named Guest…you miss home and him.

I headcannon that you once accidentally summoned John Doe because you sneezed and he literally stood there as you hugged him. The rest of the crew was confused thinking he was your brother.

Ever since MWIII came out and that scene where Soap and Ghost interrogate that woman, I had a random thought of where the woman let's it slip about Makarov's little hacker but he moves her constantly so there's no way she can be caught–

Idk, but all he had to do was lean forward to the lady and said 6 words and she FOLDED

I won't lie, this is the ask I've been waiting for. THIS is a masterpiece darling and I thank you for it, I've been daydreaming out this ever since I got your ask😭

And yes, I imagine Milena would rat Makarov's hackergirl out among other information too, albeit...more reluctantly. While she herself is in the Inner Circle and she basically controls all financial aspects of the Konni Group, she is also well aware of the Commander's...fondness of you, the girl Makarov dragged out of Zordaya Prison. Once bruised, scarred and weak, now a powerful asset who deal technology and information like Makarov deals with blood and violence.

After Soap and Ghost pressed Milena on the matter where Makarov is and what is his next target, Laswell realized that something is...not quite right, like something is missing. While the Ultranationalists were powerful already, with an army and seemingly unlimited money, they seem to always be a step ahead, always knowing something that should be impossible to sniff out behind layers and layers of redacted and confidential red tape, they had to have someone with them that would break it all down, someone strong-willed, persistent and loyal enough to do such work.

After further pressing Milena and Soap threatening her bankroll and own little imperium, it was all they needed for the woman to break and yell out a single name,

"(Y/N)! It's-Her name is (Y/N), she's a hacker that Vladimir broke out when he left Zordaya Prison...", Milena panted, her breath heavy and eyes opened wide while looking down on her hand in her lap as if she said something that should never see the light of day.

"She's...She was supposed to be his pet project, someone to do the dirty work no one knew how to do, but...He became obsessed with her, always by his side, always his sidekick along with Andrei. Vladimir is moving her constantly, never in one place for too long unless he's close."

Both Soap and Ghost looked at each other, confused since they never heard that name before but Laswell's silence was enough for them to realize that the situation may be worse than they initially thought...