Full House

I do not own Hazbin Hotel nor do I own the characters or the settings. I also do not own Google.

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One month later, Angel finds himself sending his long-time friend, Cherri Bomb, a text:

Angel Dust: Do ya think you could come by my room when ya get a chance?

Cherri Bomb: For sure, bitch! Is something wrong?

Angel takes in a deep breath and slowly lets it back out before responding to her question:

Angel Dust: It’s kinda complicated but I need to show ya something.

Cherri Bomb: Way to sound cryptic, Ang! I’ll be back to the hotel in about an hour.

Angel Dust: Great! See ya soon!

His friend sends back a heart and he allows his phone to drop onto his bed. He then scoops up Fat Nuggets to snuggle with until Cherri arrived back at the hotel.

When Cherri finally arrives, she doesn’t bother knocking and barges right into Angel’s bedroom, “Hey, bitch!”

She walks farther into the room before taking a good look at her friend. A frown pulls the corner of her lips down at his appearance, “Angie…no offense, but…you look like shit.”

The spider demon sits up in bed stroking Fat Nuggets once more before placing him on the pillow, “I feel as shitty as I look too.”

“So is this what ya wanted to show me?” She crosses her arms over her chest, “You, looking gloomy as fuck in your bedroom?”

“No.” He points to a chest of drawers in the corner, “Open the top drawer.”

Her face screws up in disgust, “Gross, Angie! I don’t wanna see ya new toy or nothin’ like that.”

“I ain’t trying to show ya that!” He rolls his eyes, “Besides, I keep my toys in a different drawer.”

She lets out a sigh as she makes her way to the aforementioned drawer and pulls it open. A single white piece of plastic lays inside, “The fuck is this, Angie?”

He looks down at his mattress, suddenly becoming very interested in the patterns on his comforter, “Just pick it up and look at it and try not to freak out.” He glances back up at her, “I’ve done enough of that for the entire hotel.”

Cherri looks into his mismatched eyes and suddenly realizes how serious the situation actually is before reaching into the drawer to retrieve the plastic object. She trains her one eye on the object in her hand before turning it over. She lets out a gasp when she finally spots the two pink lines.

“Angie, what the actual fuck?!” She gives him a confused look before staring back down at the positive pregnancy test, “Is this some kinda prank or some shit?”

Angel stands up with a heavy sigh and gently takes the test from her hand, “I-It ain’t no prank, Cherri.” He feels tears prickle in the corner of his eyes, but he doesn’t let them fall, “I wish it was to be honest.”

“But…I don’t understand.” She looks him up and down with confusion, “You’re a guy…I’ve seen it all myself…hell, everyone’s seen it!”

He looks down at the two pink lines and shrugs as Husk’s face appears in his mind, “Trust me when I say this, Cherri…I had no fucking clue this could happen either.’

“How the hell did ya even think to take a pregnancy test?”

He thinks back through the previous month before answering her, “Well, I just kept searching my symptoms…fatigue, nausea, vomiting, food aversion.” He shrugs as he remembers the hours he’d spent on his phone researching, “None of the suggestions seemed to fit until I took the word male outta the search.”

Cherri continues listening with rapt attention as Angel continues, “So I figured, what would it hurt to rule it out ya know.” A defeated sigh escapes his lips, “I never actually thought it would come back positive.”

His best friend continues to look bewildered, “But, you’ve had sex before and nothing like this has ever happened…so I don’t get it.”

Angel’s mind thinks back to the night he and Husk drank that strange booze. That had to be it…nothing else made sense, “I think I gotta good explanation for that too.”

“Then cut the fucking suspense, bitch!” She crosses her arms over her breasts in frustration.

“Well, I was…um…at…um…at the bar and…”

“Wait a fucking minute?” She gives him an amused smirk, “Don’t fucking tell me HE’S the baby daddy?!”

Angel sighs as his cheeks tint pink, “He’s a good fuck…whataya want me to say?”

“And how long has this been going on?” She gives him a knowing look, “About fucking time in my opinion.”

“Cherri, come on.” She gives him a glare and he lets out a groan, “We ain’t even in a relationship…we just fuck a little…sometimes…a lot.”

She lets out a chuckle, “And you two geniuses don’t know what a condom is?”

Angel thinks back to the first time they’d ever been intimate together and shakes his head, “We tried the very first time, but uh…well he’s got…feline features, ya know.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

The porn star lets out a sigh, “I’ll save ya a Google search…male cats have…um…barbs on their…penis.”

Her one eye widens and her cheeks turn red before spluttering her reply, “You mean to tell me he has fucking barbs on his cock!”

Angel covers his ears to block out her shrieking, “Geez, Cherri, ya taking it harder than I did and I took it in the ass.” He grins a bit at the expression on her face, “I kinda like it too.”

“You’re a fucking weirdo, Angie.” She shakes her head in disbelief before addressing him again, “Okay, so you were at the bar and then what?”

He tells her about the weird alcohol and how Husk had won it in a bet. Cherri gives him a look of disbelief, “And you two dumb fucks just drank some weird ass shit without thinking twice?”

Angel looks down at the floor to avoid her accusatory gaze, “Well, he’s an alcoholic and I died of an overdose…I ain’t known for making the best decisions.” He looks up at her again, “Anyway, this booze made us super horny…I ain’t never had my shit wrecked the way he fucked me over that bar!”

“Angel!” Her face turns an even darker shade of red, “Don’t tell me you two fucked on the damn bar?!”

An amused chuckle leaves his throat, “Honey, we’ve fucked on almost every surface of the hotel.”

Her nose wrinkles in disgust, “You two are fucking gross.”

He shrugs indifferently, “Niffty appreciates the mess.” He once again turns serious, “But I feel like that weird booze made all this pregnancy shit possible.”

“So when are ya gonna tell Husk?”

The gloomy look he started with returns, “Weren’t ya listening, Cherri? We’re just fuck buddies. We ain’t even in a real relationship! Plus, I just took this test a week ago…this is just the one I kept.” His cheeks turn pink, “I peed on like twenty-five of these things hoping just one of them would be negative.”

Sympathy shines in her eye as she places a hand on his shoulder, “You have to tell him though…unless you get rid of it.”

His hand unconsciously moves to his abdomen, “Get rid of it?’

She squeezes his shoulder making him look at her again, “Ya don’t have to, but it is an option.”

Husk’s face appears in his mind and he shakes his head, “I can’t do that.”

Cherri gives him a knowing look, “You’re so hopeless…you’re fucking in love with that old drunk.”

“What?!” He brushes her hand away and crosses his arms over his chest fluff, “That’s ridiculous…we’re friends…and we fuck a little…that’s it!”

“Right.” She gives him an unconvinced look, “Whatever you say.”

“Look I’ll tell him…soon.” He lets out a tired sigh, “But don’t tell fucking no one about this!”

She looks offended by his words, “Ang, I would never tell ya business like that.”

The spider demon sits heavily on the edge of the bed with unshed tears glistening in his eyes. Cherri lets out a sigh and joins him on the bed wrapping her arms around him, “I love you, bitch.”

Angel turns and buries his face in her shoulder as he finally lets the tears out.

TBC…