NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 16: Trust exercises 1
Hey Guy, TaRon_Powell here, the ONLY author on Webnovel.
Should there be yuri? I don't give a damn about yaoi because I WILL HAVE MY FEMBOYS. YOU CANNOT DENY ME MY PEAR-SHAPED-SMALL-DICKED FEMBOYS ZUUUUEEESSSS!!!!!
But seriously, I know Hazbin Hotel is a majority queer show, but I'm a guy, and I've never written smut, let alone lesbians.
And without further ado, enjoy the chapter.
(James POV)
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"Well, what's your name?"
I was on a playground, in a sand pit with a red bucket and shovel, when a little white blonde girl with a blue dress came up to me. "James, James Richardson." I replied, and the girl gained a wide smile, contrasting with my bored expression.
"Well, James, why are you just sitting here doing nothing?" The girl innocently said, "It's rude to ask someone their name without stating yours, you know." I said, ignoring her previous question, trying to get her to leave me alone; instead, she just got an aloof expression and said
"Silly me, how could I forget? I'm Alicia, Alicia Lichenstein."
"Your last name is too long; I'll just call you Lich."
Alicia laughed and went to say something, but before she could, black spots started to cloud my vision. Multiplying as fast as they came, before all I could see was black.
- Hazbin Hotel -
I awoke with a gasp, sitting up and looking around in alertness, noticing I could see much better and felt much stronger. 'I guess this is one of the perks of peak condition… But why am I remembering her?'
I looked around the room and noticed that neither Amery nor Nifty was in the bed with me. I got up and put on my blindfold, going through my morning routine, yet I had a persistent itch at the back of his mind.
It felt like I was on the precipice of something, something just out of my reach, like I was close to remembering something I had previously forgotten.
I simply shrugged my shoulders and went downstairs after finishing my morning routine. When I went to the first floor, I saw everyone downstairs eating a breakfast of hashbrowns, pancakes, and eggs. Amery, Nifty, and Charlie were talking with excited looks on their faces while Vaggie was next to them with a relaxed smile on her face.
Charlie saw me coming down the stairs. "Hey, James, now that you're finally awake, we can start our trust exercises," she said with enthusiasm as she snapped her fingers, and the empty plates they all had disappeared, and a plate of food appeared in my hands.
I took a seat near them as Charlie explained what trust exercises were, "So, all of you will be telling us something about yourselves, and I'll draw a number from this hat." She snaps her fingers, and a hat with pieces of paper appears in her hands. "And whoever gets their name chosen gets to have everyone do something with them to build trust. Isn't that so exciting?"
…
Charlie brushed off our collective silence with a sheepish grin. "I guess I'll go first. I'm Charlie Morningstar, I'm 163, my favorite color is red, and I'm bisexual!" She finished and motioned over to Vaggie on her left as I continued to eat my breakfast.
"My name's Vaggie, I'm 121, my favorite drink is water, and I'm also bisexual." Vaggie said, noticeably having less energy than Charlie and clearly making things up on the spot.
"My name's Amery. I've been in hell for about 7 years. I like solving complex problems." Amery stopped in the middle of her sentence and put a hand to her mouth in thought. "I guess I would say I'm asexual." She finished.
Okay, I know that Amery can't exactly come out and say that she's actually a supercomputer from another world, but I didn't expect her to lie that well.
"My name's Nifty, I'm 24, I really love cleaning, and I'm straight as an arrow." Nifty brought the most energy to the group, having a maniacal smile with every word she spoke.
I set my plate of finished breakfast to the side, where Charlie quickly disappears. "I'm James… Hey Charlie, what day is it?" "September thirteenth," she replies, "Well, as of 2 days ago I'm officially 18. I really like learning and understanding things. I would say I'm straight, but if the ass is fat, you know where I'm at."
I was definitely the most awkward out of the group; at least Vaggie had the exaggerated swagger of an exorcist angel; I didn't have anything.
Charlie let out a large grin and started to ruffle through the hat, tapping her fingers on the rim of it before finally choosing a name.
"Vaggie! What are we doing? Remember, it has to be dealing with trust." Vaggie fell into contemplation before nervously looking over at Charlie. "Well, I have an idea…"
-Scene Break-
"...Vaggie, what the hell does a trust exercise have to do with being in a literal warzone?" I asked.
Vaggie had brought us on top of a building; below there were hundreds of sinners engaging in battles. I didn't know what it was about, but it looked like they were fighting over something very important. They had many weapons, spears, swords, warhammers (they had about 40 thousand of them), and of course, guns.
"There is no greater trust than the ones comrades have on the battlefield!" Vaggie's voice had transitioned from her normally apathetic voice to an authoritative tone, like a drill sergeant, "When you are on the battlefield, you must have constant trust in your allies, for if you don't, hostile sinners may compromise you! When you get on that field, I fully expect you to rush into battle and assist your allies any way you can. Are we clear!?"
"YES MA'AM," everybody responded in unison except for Charlie, who was trying to reason with Vaggie, "Wait, Vaggie, isn't this a little… You know, sinful? I'm just saying I'm trying to redeem you guys, not kill other sinners." Vaggie put her arm over Charlie's shoulders. "C'mon, Charlie, listen. How are you supposed to build trust with others if you can't even trust them with your life?"
Vaggie slinks off of Charlie's shoulders and goes back to talking to us, "When I say 'go, you jump down and join your comrades on the battlefield, do you understand me!?" Another resounding yes, ma'am was said, and we began jumping down.
"GO!" Amery jumped down and landed gracefully on her feet, looking weightless. She was almost snuck up on by a random sinner, but she quickly turned around and punched him in the throat, kneed him in the nards, and poked out his eyes, grabbing his brass knuckles and giving him a swift punch to end his fate.
"GO!" Nifty somersaulted in the air before falling flat on her face on concrete, giggling then grabbing a shiv off of a dead guy, running towards the nearest group of sinners with a smile on her face.
"GO!" I landed in my iconic (at least to me) superhero pose and noticed a spear sticking out of the ground. I don't know why, but it seemed like it called for me. Ignoring the chaos around me, I went over and picked up the spear, and the headache I had this morning was completely gone, replaced with a reservoir of information.
I saw myself fighting various exorcists, defeating them all with my technique; sometimes I would fight more than one, sometimes 4 at the same time would only be enough to give me a light sweat.
But how am I receiving these memories? Does it have something to do with Vaggie?
I looked up at the building, and Vaggie, she was holding her head in her hands, kneeling down, and it seemed like she was groaning in pain. I wanted to try and check up on her, but a sinner had tried to hit me in the face with a baseball bat.
Dodge, maintain range
On instinct I had moved out of the way of that bat, kicked the guy in the stomach, and backed up a few feet.
Disarm, go in for the killing blow.
My body moved on its own again as I knocked the baseball bat out of the sinner's hands and stabbed it in his stomach between the fourth and fifth ribs, killing him instantly.
I looked down at my hands in shock and awe. How did I do that? How did I know all of this knowledge? While I was in my musings, Charlie and Vaggie had already dropped down with us.
Charlie had landed on her feet and was just walking through the warzone, saying sorry to whoever she bumped into, but whoever tried to hurt her would just get their weapons deflected off her body.
Vaggie, meanwhile, had her angelic steel spear by her side and was wiping off sinners left and right, making her way towards me. She got to me and simply stared into my eyes with pity… pity, and walked away.
It made me sick
I clicked my tongue and looked away, scanning the battlefield for anything to do while ruminating. It looks like I and Vaggie somehow shared our memories; I don't know how, but it's like we understood each other on a deeper level now. It looked like I saw her days spear training in Heaven, but I don't have a clue on what she saw.
While I was deep in my thoughts, I saw a figure (emphasis on figure, because Zamn!) with 4 arms, each shooting a Tommy gun with a smile on their face. The person was about 8 feet tall with white fur and a suit with white and pink stripes with a boob window for the chest fluff everyone thinks are tits (I'll motorboat them bitches anyway; I don't care). Oh, yeah, this was definitely Angel Dust.
He had on two gloves for the arms on his right side along with heels that reached up to his deliciously curvaceous thighs and ass. But while I was… admiring the view, I saw a sinner lying on the ground, his legs shot up and pointing a gun at him. Admittedly, I really wanted to go all out and just raze this place to the ground, but I really need to learn control and refine my technique.
I slightly opened one of my eyes and channeled cursed energy into my brain to try and speed up my processing speed and stared intently at the gun. The sinner shot, and I saw the bullet moving in slow motion.
I quickly used a dismantler on the bullet, cutting it into two halves and missing angel dust completely, him only seeing the split-in-half bullet on his sides. After that I closed my eyes again and transformed into my Heian Era form, resting my spear on my right shoulder and walking up to Angel Dust.
(Angel Dust POV)
Today had been pretty fucking weird.
Valentino had said I got the day off for "good behavior," which was a pretty damn far cry from what he usually does. I've been looking for a place to crash just to get away from him because he's just a fucking asshole all the damn time.
Overworking me, calling me on my actual days off, always talking to me "So SwEeT LiKe," the asshole thinks he can actually manipulate people. But I'm not the one to look a gifted dick in the tip, so I was just relaxing at a hotel with my pig, Fat Nuggets, when Cherri had called me.
Apparently she was in some kind of turf war with some snake guy. Sir pretentious, Severus Mention, or whatever. All I knew about the asshole was that he was apparently a snake of some kind; now that caught my interest. I wonder if he's got two cocks?
So anyway, I'm on the field blasting like I usually do, killing sinner ass, when I hear a gun fire off behind me. Now I usually wouldn't pay attention to it, y'know, considering it's' a damn war out here, but the sound of wind whooshing past my back made me pay attention.
In my peripherals, I could see the split remains of a bullet, both halves landing on the sides of my feet. I looked behind me to see what the hell happened when I saw an 8-foot 4-inch tall glass of cock.
He had on a black compression shirt, accentuating his muscles and his strong arms, all four of them (though the bottom two were ripping through the shirt). He also had on some loose green cargo pants where his bottom hands were in the pockets, his top right hand was on the back of his head, scratching his neck, and his other left hand was resting a spear on his shoulder.
He had a relaxed smile on his face and took his hand off the back of his neck to wave at me. He was about to say something but quickly leaned forward, took his hand out of his pocket, and caught a bullet behind my head.
He was so close to me, our lips were almost touching; his face was so close to mine, I could see every subtle imperfection, only making him seem more attractive.
"My fingers hurt," he said, his voice an octave or two lighter than what I thought from his appearance.
… "That's what he said." Shit, I couldn't help myself!
Thankfully the guy just gives a soft chuckle, and I feel another whoosh of air going behind me. The guy leans back and drops the bullet, extending a hand to me. "My name's James; you're Angel Dust, I presume?"
(AN: And that's all she wrote, folks. I'm honestly surprised how much I liked writing Angel Dust, considering he's my least favorite in the show. But before you click off, I got three story ideas to show y'all; it isn't a guarantee they'll happen, but I just want to get y'all's opinion on them.
Stop trying to get me to NTR people!
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