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Daddy’s Girl (An OC Hazbin Fanfic

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Ch.13: Beyond Repair

Part 2

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“Valentino’s control over Bean” Art by: @strawijuice

“You mentioned that you felt that nothingness before..”

“When did you first feel it?”

Camp Silver Lake, 1991

🚨TRIGGER WARNING! THIS SCENE CONTAINS CANNIBALISM, VIOLENCE, SLIGHT SMUT!🚨

Six camp counselors sat around a campfire, Bean, Rich, Diana, Shane, Bree and Mike. They were done with their duties putting the kids to bed. Now what?

“Is anyone else regretting taking this job?” Bean groaned.

“You mean you don’t love the hot sticky air and the fact that Frank takes money out of our checks?” Rich asked sarcastically.

Bean rolled her eyes. Frank, their boss, was barely around half the summer; she was a counselor since she was 16 years and whenever someone asked where Frank was Bean had no idea who they were talking about.

“Guys Frank isn’t doing that, he went to the store,” Bree rolled her eyes. “He told me.”

“Oh yeah he told you alright,” Shane motioned, sucking a dick with his thumb and mouth. Bree hit his arm.

The counselors laughed, “You are so gross!” Diana laughed. “And come on Bean, we’re making bank this summer, the minimum wage just went up to like $4 in April.”

“Whatever, I’m hella bored” Bean laid flat on the ground.

“We should play a game!” Rich gasped looking excited.

“Frank told us to stay here till he got back,” Bree raised an eyebrow. “Let’s tell scary stories!” She smiled.

“Boo!” Mike yelled. “No one wants to hear your made up stories about the radio host who was a serial killer.”

“Or the one where the guy led a cult and then got his head smashed by a tv, and tv static means he’s coming through your tv to drag you to hell,” Diana crossed her arms. “My sister still sleeps in my bed thanks to you.”

“That story was actually pretty funny,” Bean giggled. “Imagine someone with a tv for a head, HA!”

“Ok the second one was bogus, but the first one is definitely real! My great grandfather was there, legends say if you hear radio static he’ll-"

“LAME!” Rich interrupted Bree before standing up, “You can tell yourself all those stories but us, we’re playin hide and seek; any takers?” He looked at the rest of the group.

“I love hide and seek!” Bean shot up.

“Hide and seek sounds fun!” Diana smiled.

“I’m down, if Mike is,” Shane looked at his friend.

“Let’s do it!” Mike jumped to his feet. “Let’s play in the woods, Bree you can seek; count to-"

“100!” Bean interrupted. “It’s my favorite number!”

“Guys this isn’t a good-“

“Fine, 100 now let’s go guys!” Shane interrupted Bree, before the counselors scattered into the dark woods.

Before Bree knew it everyone was gone, she sighed. “1..2..3..4..”

“Shane..” Bean moaned, feeling him go up her shirt. “I thought we were playing hide and seek.”

“Don’t worry baby, I know a sick place we could hide,” Shane placed her on the cabin bed biting her neck.

Bean giggles before sucking her teeth, she didn’t wanna miss the game, “But I really wanna play!” She whined.

Shane got off her, “You know hide and seek is for children right?” He huffed in annoyance. Bean sits up in the bed.

“Are you bad?” She looked at him with puppy dog eyes.

He shrugs, “I at least want something before you bail on me.” Bean smirks starting to slowly rub Shane’s penis through his tight shorts. Shane moans, biting his lip.

“Let mommy give you what you want,” Her voice became seductive, as she pulled his pants and boxers down in one motion. She put her mouth on the tip of his erected member making Shane groan.

Shane closed his eyes, as Bean began to lower her mouth further down his dick. He pushed her head down to go lower, distracted by the warmth of her mouth around his cock. His feeling of euphoria was then replaced with pain, “Ow! Hey take it slow baby- ow! Hey!” He screamed , trying to push her head away Bean did not let go. It was off she was latched onto his length, blood began rushing from Shane’s crotch as his screams became louder the deeper her teeth sunk in. She kept biting until..

RIP!

The young man watched in horror at the gaping bloody hole between his legs. Bean slowly stood up smirking, her face and shirt were covered in Shane’s blood; she barely looked human anymore. The whites of her eyes were now black, and she bore sharp teeth that were covered in blood. The girl climbed on top of him, Shane was frozen in fear as the creature neared closer to his face.

“Your dick tastes like herpes,” Was all Bean said before she ripped out Shane’s throat, silencing him for good.

“Ugh this was such a bad idea,” Diana whined to herself.

Diana was lost in the woods looking for a place to hide, she settled for hiding behind a tree. It had felt like hours, how long did it take to count to 100?! It was muggy and hot outside, and she wanted to go to bed! Maybe Bree was pulling a prank-

“AHH!” Screaming in the distance startled her.

The counselor scanned her surroundings in fear, “Bree?!” She called. “Stop fucking around!”

Diana heard the screaming again and again and again! At this point screaming was coming from every direction, she didn’t know where it was coming from.

The young woman almost jumped out of her skin, when someone grabbed her arm. Diana quickly turned around, almost hitting Bean in the face. “Holy crap! Bea, what happened?” She noticed her friend was crying. “Is that blood?” She noticed the counselor's shirt was covered in blood.

“It’s- it’s not mine..it’s Shane’s..he’s dead,” Bean sobbed.

Diana was horrified, but kept it together for her traumatized friend, “Hey, don’t worry,” she touched her shoulders. “Let’s go to Frank’s cabin and call the police.” Bean nodded.

The women hugged each other, Diane was frightened. However, a large grin slowly spread across Bean’s face.

Bree laid on the grass looking at the night sky, she had finished counting hours ago, she was not going to look for those dipshits. As soon as Frank got back with the beer she’d tell him they weren’t listening. She wondered how long it would take for them to-

“AHH!!” Diana’s voice broke Bree from her revenge plan.

Bree quickly stood to her feet, “Dee?!” She yelled. She was met with silence. “Bea! Mike! Shane!”

She looked into the dark forest..

And decided..

It wasn’t worth it.

Bree was sure Diana was fine, she was the dramatic type. And maybe Shane caught on to her prank and told everyone to go to bed. Bree decided it was time for bed-

“SOMEBODY HELP!!” That voice sounded like Bean.

“Shit.." Bree groaned, running into the direction of the scream. It led her to Frank’s cabin. “Bean?” She called for, entering the dark cabin. Sobbing was heard coming from Frank’s office.

Bree ran into the office, there Bean stood hyperventilating in front of the desk, “Bean..what- AHH!” She screamed at what she saw.

Mike was in Frank’s chair, dead. His eyes gouged out, his throat was torn open and he seemed to be missing some teeth.

Bean jumped, seeing Bree, “Where were you?!” She screamed.

“I was looking for you guys!”Bree yelled back. “I told you we should’ve stayed together!”

“Shane’s dead! And so is Rich!” Bean cried.

Bree covered her mouth horrified, “We need to call the police! Where’s Diana?!”

“I don’t know!”

“Go find her!”

Bean ran off. Bree went over to the phone where Mike’s lifeless body was, she pushed it onto the floor, “Sorry.” She picked up the phone but didn’t hear any noise, Bree realized the cord was cut or bit off. “Oh shit,” They were stranded.

“Hey Bree,” She heard Bean’s voice. “I found Diana. Catch!”

Bean then threw Diana’s severed head at Bree. Bree quickly jumped out of the way screaming, as she stared at the head in horror.

Bean started to laugh evilly, “You’re a lying bitch Breana!” She was so distracted with laughing that she didn’t realize Bree had hit her with the phone before taking off. “OW!” Bean fell to the ground.

Her eyes became black as she glared where Bree had run.

Bree hated the forest! She hated it in the daytime and especially at night! But she didn’t want Bean to see her leave the camp exit.

She ran, not stopping for anything, not paying attention. However what did stop her was the tree she came into contact with, she smacked right into it falling to the forest floor. “Shit,” Bree sat up holding her throbbing head.

Bree looked up seeing Rich pinned to the tree by a stake, she stood up gasping.

She backed away from the tree starting to hyperventilate, however she stopped seeing something strange in the distance.

It appeared to be a man? No, a deer? Whatever it was she couldn’t look away, Bree started hearing a weird static noise the closer she got to the creature.

She was so distracted that she didn’t see Bean come up behind her with an axe.

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Bean was pretty sure at this point her therapist would need a therapist, she had no idea how Dr.Cross was able to sit and listen to all this without imploding.

“When you were done, did feel any different?” She asked.

Bean sat to think about it, “I think I remember feeling like it wasn’t enough, like I needed more.”

“More?” Dr.Cross looked at her. “More of what?”

"Red..when I was in that state, I was obsessed with the color; it was all I saw. It was all I wanted, and most of it was in a person’s body,” Bean stared. “That’s the main reason I’m here, I wanna what’s going on with me, and if there’s like a pill or some shit I can take.”

Dr.Cross sat forward, “Well Bean, it’s not just about medication and therapy; you have to put in the work and help yourself as much well.”

Therapy was confusing, if she could, why would she be here.

“Let me ask you something,” Dr.Cross closed her book, “Does this feeling come to you every time certain people upset you?”

Bean looked away and back at her therapist, “You wanna know if anything happened with my stepdad before I murdered those kids,” she figured it out. She knew something like this was coming.

“How’d you guess?” Dr.Cross’ tone was full of sarcasm.

“Well the day I left for camp he said ‘see you in 6 weeks’,” Bean felt a shiver down her spine thinking about it. “I was scared at first, his words stuck with me then angry because I wasn’t strong or big enough to even fight back..later that week I felt the nothingness, I had always felt I don’t know I guess trapped..”

Dr.Cross looked at the girl with sympathy, it was clear she wanted change and of course it would be hard. Bean had to find the strength to find a change.

“Do you still feel this way?” She asked.

Bean nodded. Thinking about how he was always around, and now..

He had found her.

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After brutal shoots and feeling like all of Hell had took a dump on her, Bean’s feeling of nothing became feelings of excitement.

It was finally the day that Bean had been waiting for, the movie premiere! She was mostly excited to wear what Velvette had made her.

All of last week had become a blur, she had blocked Vox out, not answering his phone calls or texts and Alastor.. he could be buried under Hell for all she cared. Vox could go to..both of them can go fuck each for all of eternity!

Bean didn’t care. Jerks.

The only two sinners she cared about was Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb, She missed them, and since Valentino was bringing Angel as arm candy she could try and speak to him.

Bean didn’t really have a plan, so when she got into the limo after Val, Angel and other sinners and hellborns, she pushed someone out of the way sitting next to the spider demon.

Angel glanced at her, and she looked up at him waiting for a reaction, he sighed, “Hi-"

“I need to speak with you,” Bean whispered, interrupting him.

He sighed, “Latte ya don’t gotta-"

“I’m sorry for being a brat, I didn’t mean all those things I swear, I just wanted to be the perfect actress everyone thought I was, it was stressing me out then Vox yelled at me, and Val and Alastor and Barktholomew didn’t even recognize me, he called me a sellout!” Bean rambled.

Angel looked at her with widened eyes, before smiling, “Latte I accept your apology, I’m sorry for taking your stuff and yellin’ at ya.”

Bean smiled glassy eyed, “Are we..undone?”

He rolled his eyes, “Yes, we’re undone,” she immediately hugged him.

“Hey!” Valentino glared at the sinners. “I was talking!”

The two looked at each other staying quiet.

“Oh by the way,” Angel told her. “If you get any cryptic like messages tonight it’s Cherri, we were gonna kidnap you and give you an intervention.”

“Wait what?” Bean tilted her head. A second later her phone went off, it was a text from an unknown number. She opened it revealing a picture of Barktholomew with a knife to his neck, it was obvious that this was Cherri; her hand was holding his head up.

Bean blinked with a blank expression, “Wow.”

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Sugar: But daddy! Why are you so angry?!

Stepdad: I just don’t think he’s right for you!

Sugar: *gasps* But we’re the same age!

Stepdad: You know that’s not what I mean..

There were gasps heard all around the theater as the movie played, Bean honestly didn’t think the movie was all that but she did like the explosion scene she did.

She nudged Angel, “I’m going to the bathroom,” she whispered, before getting out of her seat and leaving.

Bean whistled a tune walking down the empty hall and into the restroom, she scrolled through her phone while sitting on the toilet, “Ha! Oh Barktholomew..” She laughed at a picture Barktholomew, he was so photogenic.

Before she could respond to a text from Charlie there was a knock at her stall, “Um..occupied?” She said, with attitude in her voice. It was clearly locked and she was NOT THAT SHORT! You could see her feet.

“Oh, my mistake,” a very familiar voice made Bean freeze up.

She stared at the door in silence, not even moving an inch.

It couldn’t be him..

How’d he get here?

Wasn’t this a private event?!

No, maybe she was hallucinating. People sound like each other all the time..

Bean tried convincing herself of the best, but she couldn’t hear it over her heart beating. After waiting for what felt like hours, she stood up flushing the toilet. She then slowly reached for lock, it was like a horror movie, the music intensified as she got closer to opening the door.

Deciding to rip the bandaid off, she unlocked and kicked the stall open. Nothing was there. No one was there.

Bean sighed, she felt like she was going crazy..maybe she was..

She starts washing her hands, and as she looks up in the mirror there he is.

“Hey Bea..” Stefan grinned at her. His face was pale white and looked as though it were cracked over his left eye where a red light was.

Bean closed her eyes, “You’re not real.. You’re not real..” opening her eyes back, Stefan was now right in front of her. She screamed, the red light from his eye started to brighten; making Bean feel paralyzed.

Before he could even touch her, the sinner threw up acid all over his arm, “AHHH!!” He screamed as the acid seeped his jacket and onto his skin. “You little-“

“BEAN!” She heard Angel yell, kicking the door open.

The bathroom lights flickered and Stefan was gone. Bean stared into space sliding onto the floor.

Angel ran up to her, crouching in front of her, “What happened Latte?” She wasn’t able to answer, she couldn’t get a word out, but Angel knew. He knew who this was. “It was him, wasn’t it? He was here..” Bean only gulped in response, she couldn’t move, or talk or even look at anything..

The spider demon immediately took out his Tommy guns, “Fuck the premiere! Non mi fermo finché non trovo il bastardo e lo riempirò di buchi!” He shouted in Italian.

Translation: I’m not stoppin till I find that bastard and fill ‘em full of holes!

Bean had no idea what Angel said, but by the looks of it he was ready for a fight, “No!” She stood up.

“Bean, let me handle-"

“No! Just listen please!” She cried.

“I’m not lettin’ that monster get away with hurtin’ someone I care about!” He shouted.

“If you care about me you’ll listen!” Bean erupted, she didn’t want her friend getting hurt; even if he won she wanted him safe, “This is not what I want!”

Angel put his guns away, “Okay, what do you want?”

What did she want? It certainly wasn’t to find Stefan. Or watch the rest of that 4 hour movie..she sighed, “I just wanna go home..”

Angel smiled at her, putting his arm around her, “Alright.”

The two left. Heading home. To the Hazbin Hotel.

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“How does it make you feel when people don’t listen to you?” Dr. Cross looked up from her notepad.

Bean twiddled her thumbs, she thought of the best way to put it. “It’s like I’m on a boat in the middle of a loud storm, on the boat are people that don’t like each other; they’re arguing about how to get out of the storm's path..but what they don’t know is that we’re all headed towards disaster. I try to tell them but they keep arguing, blaming and fighting each other, what I say doesn’t matter so I sit, listening to the storm rage on and the people get louder and louder watching the boat move closer towards our destruction.”

“How interesting,” Dr. Cross breaks the few seconds of silence. “Who are the people in the boat?”

“They’re different every time,” Bean doesn’t look at the therapist. “But it’s always the same outcome, when the storm comes it doesn’t ever matter what I want, it doesn’t matter how I feel. They try to find someone to blame, which leads to destruction and never a solution..”

Dr.Cross looked at the sinner sitting across from her, “I don’t think that’s entirely true this time,” Bean looked at her confused. “You’re here talking out your problems, which in my opinion is setting you on course to the solution.”

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The two sinners walked into the hotel looking like they had crashed a party. Angel was exhausted from having to walk, for some reason there were no taxis out! Bean on the other hand was still shaken up about what happened, he had finally found her..there was nowhere she could run. Nowhere she could hide.

“The hell happened to you two?” Husk was pouring a drink for Angel.

Angel sat at the bar, leaning on the counter, “Crazy fans, you wouldn't understand,” he smirked. “ Or would you?”

Husk rolled his eyes, passing him the drink, “In your dreams.”

“I’ll make sure to wish on a star,” the spider demon winked before laughing. “Latte! Get over here and have a drink!” Angel turned to Bean. However, she ignored him and walked into the kitchen, hiding under the table. “Latte?” Angel’s voice became concerned. He walked over lifting the table cloth, Bean was under the table curled in a ball, covering her face; he reached touching her leg but she flinched away. “Hey,” Angel smiled, “Whenever you come out, I’ll be waitin with a shot with your name on it.”

Then he left her alone. Leaving her with her own thoughts.

What if he came here?

Would everyone hate her?

Would they throw her out? Where would she go?-

Alastor’s whistling interrupted her thoughts, Bean internally groaned, she did not need nor did she want this right now.

“My dear, what are you doing under the table?” Alastor lifted the table cloth, revealing Bean lying under the table.She laid on her side looking into space, with a blank expression on her face, “Bean you are aware that you’re on the floor right?”

She stayed silent, saying nothing. Just staring. Alastor didn’t know what to do, they had argued but he was over it.

“Hmm..” Alastor stood up, leaving the kitchen. He noticed Husker and Angel Dust at the bar, the overlord startled the two shadowing. “Well well well Husker and his beau, what are you two chatting about!” Alastor leaned on the counter.

Husk groaned, “I just wiped that.”

Alastor dragged his finger across the bar counter then booped the former overlord on the nose, “Missed a spot.” He laughed.

“Whaddya want smiles?” Angel rolled his eyes.

“Well if you haven’t noticed, your little blue friend is under the table,” Alastor gestured to the table.

“Um..she’s..upset,” The spider took a drink from his glass.

He knew something.

“Upset? About what?” The Radio Demon stepped up to porn actor.

Angel didn’t know what to say, he looked everywhere instead of at Alastor. “Boss,” Husk glared. “She’s been under there for hours and doesn’t wanna talk about it.” Angel smiled at him.

Alastor looked at the sinners, narrowing his eyes. “You will do anything to protect him,” he cut his eyes at Husk.

“Don’t know what you mean,” he walked away from the two.

He wasn’t sure what to do, but Alastor thought of something that could work. He started making his way to the table but Angel stopped him, “Al look, she’s not doin’ great; she’s-"

“Don’t ever call me Al if you want to keep all your arms,” Alastor threatened.

Angel backed off, before facepalming watching the titanic hit the iceberg.

Alastor lifted the cloth, Bean hadn’t moved an inch, “Tell me what’s wrong,” his smile spreading across his face. She remained silent. “Mon cher you’re breaking my heart, where’s that pretty smile?” He waited for an answer, but was once again met with silence. The overlord sighed standing up, he couldn’t help but feel a little sad, life had destroyed her and Hell cut her arm off and stuck it in the fan. “Very well.”

He picked his staff up and started messing with the radio, it was static at first, then it went to soft jazz and finally switched to what he wanted.

Alastor starts to whistle the beginning to “Can’t Smile Without You” He began moving side to side with the music, “Don’t make me dance alone dear, it’s quite embarrassing without a partner.”

He begins to sing

(Alastor)

You know I can't smile without you

I can't smile without you

I can't laugh and I can't sing

I'm finding it hard to do anything

Alastor noticed Bean was still under the table, “What do the kids say? Ah yes, ‘don’t leave me hangin’!”

He really hoped no one came downstairs and saw Alastor dancing by himself, not that he would care but still..

You see, I feel sad when you're sad

I feel glad when you're glad

If you only knew what I'm going through

I just can't smile without you

Bean began to slowly sit up at the sound of the music, she got from under the table and tilted her head at the sight of Alastor dancing and singing by himself.

You came along just like a song

And brightened my day

Who would have believed that you were part of a dream

Now it all seems light years away

She walked up to him, tapping him on the shoulder he turned his grin becoming wider, “There she is!” Alastor held out his hands to take hers, he didn’t want to move too fast knowing everything she had been through.

Bean looks at his hands with hesitation, she slowly takes them. “Sing with me,” Alastor pulled her into the parlor, Bean tried not to smile as they started dancing.

(Alastor & Bean)

And now you know I can't smile without you

I can't smile without you

I can't laugh and I can't sing

I'm finding it hard to do anything

You see I feel sad when your sad

I feel glad when you're glad

If you only knew what I'm going through

I just can't smile

Alastor twirled Bean, making her laugh.

(Bean)

Now some people say happiness takes so very long to find

Well, I'm finding it hard leaving your love behind me

(Alastor & Bean)

And you see I can't smile without you

I can't smile without you

I can't laugh and I can't sing

I'm finding it hard to do anything

You see I feel glad when you're glad

I feel sad when you're sad

If you only knew what I'm going through

I just can't smile without you

They stop dancing and without warning Bean hugged him, Alastor stood shocked then hugged her back. It was silent for a moment until he heard the sound of someone taking a picture. He looked up seeing Angel Dust standing in the corner with his phone out.

“Delete that or die.”

After a shot with Angel and a few laughs, Bean decided that she wanted to get some sleep.

“Come my dear I’m heading to the radio tower, I’ll tag along,” Alastor suggested.

“Okay,” Bean smiled.

The sinners made it inside the elevator in silence, once the doors closed Alastor cleared his throat.

“I believe I owe you an apology sha,” he turned to her.

“Really?” She rolled her eyes.

“I apologize for the way I acted towards you, the things I’ve said were completely unacceptable, I appreciate the things you do to help, and not just me, everyone,” the radio demon smiled at her.

This smile felt different, it made Bean feel safe, wanted; kind of like when Angel or Cherri smiled at her.

Alastor and Bean got off the elevator, “I accept your apology and I forgive you,” She smiled at him then quickly frowned, “Do not ever call me your time period’s version of a slut!” She pointed at him. “Don’t be a coward, call me a slut next time!” Bean jokes.

The overlord laughed, “You have my word. She was about to open her bedroom door when Alastor grabbed her arm. “One last thing,” she turned back around to him. He held her hands looking into her eyes, “You are doing your very best, and I for one am proud of you,” Alastor said without his radio filter.

Bean smiled at him, this was new! First Cherri, and now THE Radio Demon telling her he was proud of her! After the last two months she’s had, this was what she needed and wanted to hear. She wanted to hear this when she was alive..

Alastor cleared his throat, “Well I should be off! Bonswa, chèr mwen.”

Translation: Good night, my dear

Bean waved as he started down the hall, “Bonswa!”

Translation: Good night!

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“Looks like we’re out of time,” Dr.Cross looked at the clock.

“What?!” Bean looked at her phone in shock. “It’s already been an hour?!”

“Yeah time flies when you have so much to say,” the therapist chuckled. “But if you want we can schedule our next appointment, until then do you have any questions for me?”

“Hearing all of that, what do you think? About me?” Bean asked.

“I think you’re a sweet person who was taught all the wrong things in life and now you are doing the best with what you have and what you’ve been given,” Dr.Cross held Bean’s hands smiling. “It’s hard to make the decision to change, but you. You are on the path to change, and that my love is something that you should be proud of.”

Bean smiled, hugging Dr.Cross. Weight had been lifted off her body. Bean knew now that she was broken.

But she was not beyond repair.

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Bean left the office, making it back to the hotel. Sinners were scattered around either eating or gossiping. She made it into the elevator heading up to the 7th floor; she walked up to room 708 knocking on the door. Eugenia opened the door.

“Bean?” She was surprised.

Bean took a breath,

“I need to talk to you.”

(Here’s part 2!! Hope you enjoyed it!!! 😊)

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michaelasworlds-blog · 3 months ago

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Daddy’s Girl (An OC Hazbin Fanfic)

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Ch.13:Beyond Repair

Part 1

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“Human Bean” Art by: @kaybeelikestodraw

🚨TRIGGER WARNINGS: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE/GORE/CANNIBALISM, IMPLIED SA, PHYSICAL/EMOTIONAL/MENTAL ABUSE, TORTURE, MENTAL BREAKDOWNS & SMUT!🚨

*Note: This chapter will be written a bit differently. Some parts will be written between scenes. These scenes will take place in the present day, where it is only Bean and her therapist; these scenes will be written in italics. This is so it’s not to be confused with trigger warning/flashback scenes/translations or regular scenes. Anything in regular font takes place two months ago. That’s all.

Enjoy! 😉

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“Before I start, I just want to know, this all stays here right?” Bean shifted on the sofa, “Like you can’t tell anyone what I say right?”

The therapist, Dr. Cross nodded. “Everything you say stays between us.”

Bean smiles a little, “Where should I start?”

“Wherever you want?” Dr. Cross crosses her legs.

Bean stayed silent, so much was going on. Where could she possibly start?

“How about we start at the beginning,” Dr. Cross suggested. “Why are you here?”

Bean looks from the floor to the therapist. “The last month for me has been Hell.”

“Worse than Hell we’re already in?” The doctor raised an eyebrow.

Bean nodded.

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Two months ago, a day after the musical

A naked Bean was laying on Vox’s bare chest, she stared off into space asking herself the same questions over and over in her head.

Did that really happen last night?

Did she really fuck Vox?

Did he like it? Was she good? Was she bad?

Was Voe better?

Bean felt a hand go through her short hair, “You cut your hair,” Vox said looking at his phone.

Bean sat up smirking at him, “You like?”

“I like you in anything,” Vox sat up smirking. “And in nothing.” He got on top of her, putting his tongue down her throat.

Bean moaned, feeling his cock press up against her clit then her phone rang. “Hello?” She pushed the overlord’s screen away.

Vox groaned. “Sugar baby..how are you?” Valentino’s voice came from the phone.

“Oh I’m-”

“I don’t care, I have something to tell you,” his voice was hiding something.

Bean loved surprises and wanted to know what Val had planned, “What do you have up your sleeve Val?” The sinner played with her hair.

Vox rolled his eyes, the flirting made him nauseous; and Val knew it. “I’m making a movie-”

“Porn,” Vox interrupted him.

“IT’S A FUCKING MOVIE!” The moth demon squeaked. Bean rubbed her ears in pain, “Sorry where was I?” Val cleared his throat. “I’m making a MOVIE, and..I want you to be the lead!”

The blue sinner screeched into the phone making Vox glitch, the words “ERROR” popped up on his screen.

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Dr.Cross looked excited, “Wow the lead?! How’d that feel?”

Bean twiddled her fingers, “On top of the world...if I could see me two months ago I’d slap the shit out of me..” She put her head in her hands.

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“I’m gonna be in a movie?! And the lead?!” Bean was about to screech again, until Vox covered her mouth taking her phone.

“Val..buddy,” the tv demon forced out a fake chuckle, “I thought we agreed the movie was a suggestion.” Bean could feel the tension, maybe this wasn’t a good idea.

“Yeah…me and Vel-”

“Vel and I,” Vox corrected. He was being petty at this point, Bean really did not want to be on the receiving end of whatever he was gonna say to her.. she also wanted her phone back.

“Me and Vel were talking about it, and we want Sugar to do a shoot as well,” Valentino continued. “She could be in commercials as well, it'd be great for ratings.. after all that is why we brought her in in the first place..”

What did that mean? She shouldn’t be upset, this is literally how they worked. She had no right to be upset? Right?

“You can’t have meetings without me! I told you guys that!” Vox yelled into the phone, his voice distorting. “Besides, Bean doesn’t want to do it; why can’t Angel do it? He’s way more qualified and she’s not fit for this business-”

“Then why is she still here?” Val asked.

This silenced the overlord. Why was she here? Why was he speaking for her? Why was no one letting her talk? Wasn’t this about her?! These questions kept running through Bean’s head, it's like she wasn’t sitting RIGHT NEXT TO HIM!

“Well- I just- she’s..ya know what? do what you want Val, when it fails don’t cry to me!” Vox screamed, hanging up. “Here’s your phone,” he tossed her phone back.

She was silent for a few seconds, “You don’t think I can do it?” The sinner looked down.

Vox groaned, “It’s not about you not DOING it per say..more that I don’t want you to,” he shrugged putting his clothes on. “But Val and Vel do what they want so..you’re the lead.”

Bean was no longer excited, could she really do this? Would he be mad? Is he mad?

“Hey,” He broke her out of her thoughts. “I’m not mad at you.”

She smiled, feeling a bit of relief, “Okay.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dr.Cross took notes in her notebook, “That’s a lot to feel Bean.”

Bean shrugged, “I was happy at the end of the day, I just didn’t want him to be upset with me..” She bit her lip, were these the right answers?

“Vox?” The therapist asked, Bean nodded.

“Why don’t you want him to be upset with you?”

Bean blushed, thinking of how nice he is when he’s happy; then moments where he was upset with her..then it wandered to others that she didn’t like to upset. Like Valentino. Alastor. Angel. Donnie. Stef-

She covered her mouth, feeling herself gag. She wasn’t feeling so well. Dr.Cross gave her a waste bin, “Are you alright?” The therapist asked.

Bean nodded, feeling the acid go back down. She took a breath. “I don’t like when people are upset with me…”

Dr.Cross clicked her pen, “Tell me about that.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hell, 1995

🚨TRIGGER WARNING: THIS PART CONTAINS PHYSICAL ABUSE, TORTURE - FORCE FEEDING & VOMITTING!!🚨 (skip bold if uncomfortable) SORRY IF I RUIN OATMEAL FOR YOU AFTER THIS!

“I made this for you,” He placed a large bowl of oatmeal in front of her.

Bean looked at the bowl of hot cereal, she wasn’t a fan of oatmeal, and she wasn’t used to her new body. She could tell he wasn’t either, he could barely stand up. However, he was as angry as he was when they were alive, she had to be careful.

She forced a smile, “Thank you..but you know..I don’t like oatmeal,” his smile faded. Bean started sweating, “I never have..”

He chuckled sitting next to her, “I know you told your mom that shit and your dad and got away with that lie..but it’s you and me now..Eat.It.” He was in her face.

She picked up the spoon, staring at the oatmeal. “I’m not lying..” she mumbled.

There was silence, before Bean could put the spoon in her mouth, he grabbed her hair making her scream in pain. He started taking large spoonfuls of hot oatmeal and shoving it in her mouth.

“Do not FUCK with me Bean!” He yelled shoveling in more and more, Bean could feel the spoon hit the back of her throat.

That with the oatmeal burning the entirety of her mouth, made her stomach turn. She gripped the table starting choke, once he noticed her gasping for air he let go kicking her out of her chair. Bean threw up as soon as she hit the floor, she sobbed and coughed up more of the oatmeal.

“Fuck!” He sat on the ground with her, while she cried in her own puke. “I’m so sorry baby..” he held her from behind as she continued to sob.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

There was a moment of silence, Bean was gripping onto the couch, saying nothing. Just the thought of that man gave her chills

“May I ask something?” Dr.Cross broke the silence.

Bean looked at her, “What?”

“You refused to say who this man was, why?” The therapist raised an eyebrow.

Bean remained silent looking anywhere but the therapist, Dr.Cross nodded, reading the room.

Dr. Cross cleared her throat, “Let’s move on, so you got the lead in Valentino’s movie. Was this the cause of your Hell?”

Bean had a sad look on her face, “It was just the beginning..”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Holy shit! Really?!” Angel’s eyes widened. He was the one Val usually went to for the lead role, was he punishing him? Was he punishing Bean?

“Yes! I can’t believe it! I’ve never been in a film before well I have but this is supposed to be something that will help my career! My image!” Bean rambled on and on, leaving no time for air.

Angel was just like her, his first big movie, the money, the fame, the drugs..Voe didn’t understand that this was his life, and a lot of other sinner’s too. But Latte was his friend, she was always getting hurt, he didn’t wanna keep seeing her that way. “Take a breath Latte, it’s just a movie,” he put his arms on her shoulders.

“I know I’m just..really excited,” she sighed, looking slightly disappointed.

“Hey,” Angel smiled. “I know, and ya gonna do great..don’t think I forgot about those dance moves at the club! You got talent, just remember; it’s just a movie.”

Bean nodded, she didn’t fully understand but she’s sure there was something important in there.

~~~

“What do you think he meant by that?” Dr.Cross asked.

Bean shrugged, “I don’t know, and I feel bad..I know it meant something.”

Dr.Cross continued to write in her book, “It seems like your friend and boyfriend-”

“Oh no no! Vox and I aren’t dating! We were intimate - but we haven’t made anything official! We’re friends!” Bean panicked, her face turning a light red.

Bean covers her warm face, feeling embarrassed.

The therapist smiles, “That was my mistake, I shouldn’t have assumed,” she draws a question mark by Vox’s name.

Bean sighs, slouching in her seat, “Is this supposed to make my brain hurt?”

Dr.Cross chuckles, “That and much more.” Bean groans. “Would you like to continue?” Her patient nodded. “It seems Angel must’ve wanted you to be careful. He was happy, but also worried”

Bean scoffed, “And what about Vox huh? Was he being protective?”

“Do you think he was being protective?” Dr. Cross looked up from her notes.

Bean crossed her arms, “I think he was trying to be a jerk.”

“Why is that?”

“I don’t know, okay! He’s an idiot! I think everyone’s an idiot!” She yelled. “I’m sorry” Bean covered her face.

The therapist touched her leg, “Don’t be Bean, don’t hold emotions in, this is the best place to let it out. Free of judgement.” The sinner gave a weak smile, sitting up. “Now, you said you think everyone is an idiot? Was there someone who wasn’t an idiot in your opinion?”

Bean smiled thinking of one of the sinners that got her through her pain..

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Movie? Don’t you always do that?” Cherri Bomb leaned against the dining room table.

“Well yeah..but I’m the LEAD,” Bean whined, wiping a pile of silverware one by one.

Cherri smiled, shaking her head, “What are you doing?”

Bean looked at the silverware in confusion, “Helping.”

“Have you ever worked in a restaurant before?” The cyclops demon put her hands on her hips. “That’s not how you clean silverware.”

“I’ve worked at Waffle House,” Bean smiled nervously. Cherri looked at her with a straight face, making a disapproving noise, “Yeah..I know,” Bean looked down at the spoon in her hand.

“Here let me help,” Cherri grabbed a knife and a wipe, “Ya gotta wipe the handle first, then the top otherwise ya puttin’ germs where ya hands should be,” she demonstrated.

“Gimme!” Bean playfully snatched the knife. “And what restaurant taught you that HUH?”

“Just this pub in my town,” She shrugged. “Worked there for a year.”

“What, did you get fired?”

“Yeah, from life.”

Bean’s mouth was a perfect circle, she cleared her throat, “Handle first?”

“Mhm..” Cherri was about to pick up a fork from a different pile but was stopped by Bean.

“Oh no, those are done, Barktholomew did those,” she gestured to the large red dog under the table with a small pile of forks, knives and spoons in the dog bowl.

The one-eyed sinner stared at the dog, who frog blinked at her; she honestly did not want to know how he was “cleaning” the silverware. Welp wasn’t her problem.

“Bean dear, is the silverware finished?” The Radio Demon shadowed into the room.

“Yup I have a pile for you right here!” She cheerfully gave Alastor the pile Barktholomew had done.

“Splendid! I’ll set the table for dinner!” He took the silverware before leaving.

“Thanks for helping,” Bean beamed.

Cherri Bomb nodded, giving her a concerned smile. Maybe she’d do take out tonight.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“What made Cherri Bomb so special?” Dr.Cross asked.

Bean shrugged, “I guess she said things that I liked..” she smiled, blushing.

“Like she said whatever you wanted to hear?”

“Nothing like that, she has groovy vibes,” Bean looked into space becoming hot. Dr.Cross cleared her throat, snapping her out of her thoughts, “I’m sorry, where were we?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When it came to big events the Vees weren’t messing around, the very next day Bean had to do a photo shoot. Velvette had made the outfits for Val’s movie, and was gonna make sure she got credit.

“There’s one thing I admire about you love,” Velvette was sewing rhinestones onto the lace bra Bean had on, it was never enough rhinestones for Val.

“What?” Bean stared at herself in the mirror, the makeup artist was putting lipstick on her, while the hair stylist had curled her hair.

The overlord grabbed her waist, “You’ve been the same size for years,” she grinned. “Makes my life easier.”

Everything was done. Bean looked at herself, she didn’t recognize herself, who was this? Was this actually her? What was happening? What was-

“Sugar,” Velvette’s assistant startled her. “Valentino wanted me to give you this?” She handed her a script, with the title “Daddy’s Girl” on the front.

“Thank you,” she stared at the cover.

Was that actually who she was? Sugar?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Did the title have any significance to you?” Dr.Cross looked up from her notebook.

Bean was silent, biting the inside of her cheek, “Daddy’s Girl written and directed by Valentino; Follow Sugar on her quests of sex and seduction as she tries to win the heart of her stepfather, she’ll do anything to get him, but how far is too far??”

The therapist tilted her head, looking concerned.

“I still remember every word in the script” Bean bit her lip in anger. “I don’t know if he thought I would like it, or if he was trying to punish me..”

“How long have you known Valentino?” Dr.Cross asked.

The sinner thought about it, she had known him a while..even before he saved her from that alley.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hell, 1995

“BEAN!” She heard him scream her name.

Bean hid behind a dumpster in an alley, she waited for him to walk by. Only then did she start breathing again.

It had been one month since she got down here, since he had trapped her in his condo; how he got that was beyond her. Bean had tried to escape three other times, this being the third. She had nowhere to go if she did escape..

“What do I do?” She whispered.

“Look up..” The woman in her head whispered back.

Bean looked up seeing a ramp to a door, she felt a glimmer of hope. Racing to the door it was locked, she was about to give up when the door slammed open in her face.

“Ow!” She held her face.

A demon came out with a trash can, he looked at her, “There you are! Are you done calling your ex?!” He glared at her.

Bean's eyes darted around the alley, “Yes..?”

“THEN GET BACK IN THERE! I WANNA TAKE MY BREAK!” He screamed at her.

She immediately rushed inside, Bean walked quickly through a kitchen area, where demons were either making drinks or cooking.

Walking through the door on the other side, there was loud music and sinners dancing everywhere.

Was this some type of club?

Bean squeezed past everyone, getting pushed, elbowed. She tripped on her tail, Bean yelped in pain before falling into a roped off area.

“Yeah, I said if you ever fuck an actor without my say so, we’re gonna see who has the last say, then I killed him,” a voice said. Bean looked up seeing a moth looking demon with a male succubus on one side of him, and a furry spider demon on the other side.

“Uh, what the fuck is that?” The spider demon pointed at her.

Bean quickly stood to her feet, “I’m so sorry, I fell.”

The moth demon took a drag from his cigarette before grinning, “Baby don’t worry, it’s just a little hobo girl.” He pinched his cheek.

“Sorry, I’ll go,” Bean needed to get out of here before he found her.

“What’s the rush sweetie?” The moth demon pushed the succubus away and patted the empty seat next to him. She was hesitant but sat down, “Good girl, what’s your name chica?”

“Bean,” She gave him a small smile. “Nice to meet you..um..”

“My my how polite,” he grinned, his voice was smooth and calming, like he could get whatever he wanted with just his smile alone. “I’m Valentino mi amor, now tell daddy where you’re trying to rush off to?”

“Um well I was escaping from this guy, he’s holding me hostage and I’m just trying to escape,” she twiddled her fingers. “Sorry for crashing your club.”

“Oh baby..you didn’t crash anything..” Valentino grabbed her face. “You’re far too sweet to be Bean, you’re my little Sugar Cube,” he grinned. Bean blushed looking into the moth’s eyes. “I bet you’ve been through a lot, it took me a lot to get to where I am too, but I didn’t get here by running away from my problems baby, the hardships made me stronger, am I making sense?”

Bean stared in confusion, “Not really..”

“Hmm..you’ll thank me someday, Security!” He pointed to her.

Within minutes she was thrown out onto the street, “Ow..” Before Bean could stand up she was yanked up by her arm.

It was him. He found her.

“Are you done?” He raised an eyebrow. Bean sighed, giving up. “Alright let’s go.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She still didn’t understand what he meant.

But Bean was sure of one thing.

She wasn’t going to be homeless.

He’d find her. And that was not going to happen.

The shoot was going great, Bean honestly didn’t know she had it in her to model. While taking pictures she noticed Vox come in, he sat in the chair next to Val sipping from a coffee cup.

“Okay Sugar one more, gimme a money shot,” the cameraman snapped a few more times.

She posed making contact with Vox who winked at her, making her blush.

When break finally came around, he approached her, “Who decided to put your hair in your face?” Vox asked.

“Val said the hair in the face makes me look mysterious,” Bean smiled up at him.

“Maybe if you wanna eat your own hair,” the overlord rolled his eyes. “Here,” Vox moved the hair from Bean’s face. “Now I can see that gorgeous face,” he smirked, making the sinner blush.

“And so can everyone else,” She beamed.

“Don’t really care about everyone else.”

Bean didn’t really know what to say to that, it left her all kinds of confused. Before she could respond Velvette yelled for everyone to get back on set, and to get ready for another hour of working.

It had been six hours later when Velvette got her money shot, Bean had never been so sick of taking pictures.

“Alright everyone you can head out,” Velvette announced.

“Ugh! Finally!” Bean stretched. “Good night guys-”

“Except you,” The doll pointed at her.

Bean stopped in her tracks, hoping she didn’t hear what she thought she heard, “I beg your finest pardon?”

“Oh honey you don’t have to beg me at all,” Velvette was focused on her phone. “Val wants you on set in three minutes.” Bean stood staring into space, a tired feeling washing over her, Velvette noticed the sinner still standing there; “Hello?!” She snapped in her face. “Go!”

Bean internally screamed, stomping out of the room.

“CUT!” Val screamed for the 10th time that night, or morning? Bean had lost track of time, she was so tired. “Sugar baby..did you read the script?” He bent down in front of her.

“I just got the script today, I didn’t get-”

“So that’s a no then,” he interrupted her. The whole studio was silent, watching to see what the moth demon would do next. Bean slowly shook her head, staring at her reflection in his shades. Valentino laughed in frustration, “Your line is ‘I want you to fuck me in front of my friends!’ then you’re supposed to moan dramatically!”

Bean just stared for a moment, was she supposed to know that? He’d been screaming confusing shit all night. One minute he wanted her to be dramatic, then the next minute apparently she was being “too dramatic”. “Okay” was all she said.

Val smirked, “That’s my girl.” He sat back in his seat next to Travis. “Let’s take the scene from the top! Sugar, remember to say ‘daddy’ as much as possible..”

Bean fell back on the bed, watching the male actor hover over her. “You can call me daddy afterwards too,” he winked.

She looked up at him, making a disapproving noise.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Was this your first time filming that kind of..ya know..film?” Dr.Cross didn’t know how to say it.

“No,” Bean giggled. “I’ve done step siblings, dad and mom films, this was no different.” She shrugged.

Her therapist raised an eyebrow, “Then why did you bring this up?”

Bean scoffed, “I thought you wanted to hear about what happened.” What was this lady on about? Wasn’t she supposed to be telling her what was wrong?

“Bean, I wanted to know what brought you in today, you said that you’ve been through Hell, right?”

“Right?” Bean narrowed her eyes.

“You didn’t bring up being in a movie to gloat,” the doctor tapped her pen on her knee.

The blue sinner was speechless, “What? You think that this movie has something to do with- with whatever is wrong with me?”

“I don’t know,” Dr. Cross examined her patient. But we’ll find out together.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So..how was rehearsal movie star?” Angel poked an exhausted Bean, she was laying face down on the couch in the parlor. She had gotten in at 9 in the morning and was trying to go to sleep, it was too bad Angel was bored. Bean groaned in annoyance as he continued poking her in the head.

“Stop,” she swatted at him. Angel dodged, laughing.

“Fuck are you doing?” Cherri walked up to her friend.

“Bein’ a dick,” Angel continued to poke Bean. Cherri laughed, joining in.

Bean had had enough, she sat up to confront the two. “Stop! I mean it-” She lost her balance falling off the couch, “Ow..”

“Get up,” Angel picks her up. “If I have to do this activity, so do you,” he dropped Bean on the couch.

“What activity?” Bean groaned.

“Bean!” Charlie startled the sinner. “You’re back! You can join us for today's activity!”

Bean narrowed her eyes at Angel and Cherri, those assholes set her up.

The princess gathered the sinners around, today's activity was actually just a question, one “simple” question.

“Do you think you’re a good person?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Well?” Dr.Cross asked. “Do you?”

Bean rolls her eyes, “We’re in Hell, no one here is a good person.”

“Being in Hell has nothing to do with whether or not you’re a good person,” Dr.Cross responded.

“That makes no sense, how long have you been down here lady?” She scoffs.

“Long enough to know not to judge a book by its cover.”

“Okay lady, first off, I’m not judging any books,” Bean crossed her arms. “And second of all, didn’t Heaven already judge them?”

“I don’t think you’re understanding the question, it’s not about who tells you if you’re good or bad; she asked what YOU thought about yourself,” the therapist explained to her patient.

Bean stared into space, she didn’t know what to think. What to say. She didn’t have a script. No one to look to. The blue sinner looked back at Dr.Cross, “I don’t think it matters what anyone thinks, there will always be someone telling you who and what you are, there will always be somebody there to put me in my place.”

“Me?”

“What?”

“You said, ‘somebody there to put me in my place.”

Bean tilted her head, “That must’ve been a mistake..”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Bean, your turn,” Charlie pointed at the sinner.

She hadn’t thought of what she was going to say. Was she a good person? She didn’t even know who she was half the time..

“Um I-” her phone rang, saving her. “I gotta take this,” Bean got up leaving the circle. “Hello,” She answered the phone.

“Sugar baby, where are you?” Valentino’s voice came from her phone.

“Sorry, I’m- I’m just busy..” She scratched the back of her head.

“Too busy for work?” His voice became serious. Bean remained silent, “Do you like getting gifts Sugar?”

“I do,” Bean squeaked.

“Do you like getting gifts taken away?”

Bean stayed silent, swallowing her fear; “No..” she said in a quiet voice.

“Then I suggest make yourself unbusy and get your ass over here,” Val threatened. “Are we at an understanding?”

“Yes,” Her voice was shaking. The phone call ended but she couldn’t stop shaking. She had to be more serious when it came to things like this, she was the lead after all. She had to do better! If she left now she’d-

“Bean!” A voice startled her. It was Zeke.

“Oh!” Bean nearly jumped out of her skin. “What?”

“You haven’t been around much, have you forgotten that you promised to help with Erin’s mystery?” He crossed his arms.

Bean scoffed, “Okay first off, I didn’t promise anything; Eric just volunteered me. I have a job Zeke, I can’t just keep dropping everything for-”

“For your friends? Is Valentino more important than your friends? Or Vox?” The sinner looked her up and down.

She turned a deep red, this wasn’t fair! She had to choose between making money and her friendship? This was stupid! “I have to work, Zeke!” Bean fumed.

“I work too! But I don’t put it above promises to my friends!” He argued.

“You don’t get it!” Bean felt like everything was crashing down on her, everything was blowing up in her face.

“What don’t I get?” Zeke raised an eyebrow. “That you’re ‘The Northern Killer’s’ daughter? And he abducted you for whatever reason?” Bean froze, fuck maybe she needed to be around more. “Bean it’s okay, your dad isn’t going to do anything to you-”

“No! I’m not worried about my dad! I don’t care about Donnie!” She didn’t know how to explain what she was afraid of, who she was afraid of..

Zeke’s face went from confused to concerned, “Bean..who is after you?”

Before she could say anything her phone rang, saving her once again, “I have to go..” She backed away from him, leaving the hotel.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“No! No! No!” Valentino shouted. “That is NOT what I told you to do!”

It had been almost five hours, and they were still on the same scene. Bean apparently wasn’t moaning the way Valentino wanted, but he wouldn’t even tell her what he wanted.

“I don’t know what you want,” She groaned, pushing the guy off her.

“I want you to do what I tell you!” The overlord yelled, making the other sinners on set jump. “Did you not get any of my texts?!”

“I was asleep, I was tired from the day before-”

“Awe I’m sorry you were tired?” He mocked her. Valentino walked up to the bed on set, “You didn’t get enough sleep?” He continued mocking as he got closer to her. “Do you need me to tuck you in and read your script next time?” Valentino was hovering over Bean at this point, she shook her head staring up at the moth demon. “This is childish behavior, a true actor would study their script until they drop! I guess that’s not you..”

Bean was shaking trying to hold back tears, “I’m not a child..” Her voice cracked.

Val grinned, “Ya know what? Let’s get Angel Dust in here, so he can show you how it’s done.”

Bean’s eyes widened, “NO!” She blurted. Everyone looked at her, “I can do it.”

“Are you sure?” He pouted. “I would hate to cut into your bedtime.” The other actors laughed. “My sweet Angel sleeps when I tell him too, that’s a true professional,” Val bites his lip.

The sinner clenched her fists tightly, there was his name again, “I can do it..” The overlord grabs her face.

“Then act like it.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You told me a lot,” Dr.Cross jotted down some notes. “Let’s take it apart one piece at a time, shall we,” she smiled and Bean nodded in agreement. “First let’s talk about Zeke.”

Bean shrugged, “He’s my friend, nothing really to it.”

“It seems you made promises to him, wanna talk about that?” Her therapist asked.

Bean looked down at her shoes, remaining silent; “I didn’t make any promises..I don’t know why he cared so much,” she huffed.

“Well you’re his friend-”

“He’s my friend..” Bean interrupted Dr.Cross. “I’m not his..I can’t be.”

Dr.Cross looked at the sinner, tilting her head, “Why can’t you be?” Bean became quiet again. “What about Angel Dust?”

“What about him?”

“Were you not his friend either?”

“I don’t know…” Bean blushed, embarrassed. “It’s hard to tell.”

“Hmm..” The doctor eyed Bean, tapping her notebook. “Keep telling me about your role in the production, tell me how this affected you and Angel Dust.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next few weeks were brutal. Bean was studying her script from sun up to sun down, she had shoots and commercials which gave her a 45 minute to an hour to rehearse before she had to film more scenes. Bean couldn’t let Val down; she had to show that she was just as good or better than Angel. They usually had different schedules, but lately they’ve been running into each other more and more. He was always asking if she wanted to go out or take a break knowing she had a time limit.

“Latte come on,” Angel stood in her hotel room crossing his arms. “I think 5 hours of practicing is enough, nobody watches porn for the plot,” he rolled his eyes.

Bean continued reading the script, “One more hour,” she mumbled.

“Bean, now,” The spider demon’s voice became stern, but Bean ignored him.

She continued staring at the script, a ringing in her head started blocking out Angel’s voice, and suddenly the words on the page started squishing together. Bean began to hyperventilate, “The words are all one word..they won’t stop moving!”

“Okay that’s enough!” Angel snatched the script from her.

Bean immediately stood up looking furious, “What the hell?! Stop taking my shit!” She tried reaching for it but Angel put it out of reach.

“I told you not to take this shit seriously! Look at you!” Angel held the script up, watching Bean try to grab it. “I don’t remember the last time I saw you sleep!”

“I don’t care! Gimme!” She whined.

“No, you know what I am gonna do? I’m gonna put this in whatever Smiles is makin’ and you can eat it and shit it out for all I care!” Angel left the room with her script.

Bean immediately ran after him, but she was no match for an 8 foot tall spider demon. He was already downstairs and she was halfway down the stairs and out of breath. “ANGEL! STOP!” She screamed.

“Angel, what are you doing?” Vaggie glared.

“He took my stuff!” Bean screamed.

“Give it back to her babe,” Cherri rolls her eye.

“You’re okay with her killin’ herself to be the lead?!” He turns to friend.

“No but-”

“Oh that is so easy for you to say! You get any job that Val can give you!” Bean yelled at the spider demon, glaring up at him. There was an awkward silence, sinners watched the scene in front of them.

“Why do you put yourself in the same shit?! It’s like you’re drawn to it! It’s sad!” Angel yelled back.

What gave him the right to tell her this?! “What’s SAD is that you trying to destroy my hard work because you couldn’t be the lead!”

Angel laughed, “You think I’m jealous of you?! That’s rich! You’ve been suckin and fuckin you’re way up!” He got in her face, “You’re just mad that Val would rather me be on those billboards instead of you!”

Bean’s face became a deep red.

“Guys come on don’t fight,” Charlie moved towards the sinners.

“Right, before one of you says something you might regret,” Vaggie looked between the two.

“Like what? That Angel Dust is nothing but a cowardly little bitch who will always have his holes filled with Valentino’s dick! He loves it so much that he went right back to him even after Voe freed him!” Bean blurted, leaving the whole room in silence.

Everyone looked horrified or shocked, Angel however looked hurt, she hurt her friend..

“You know what?” He threw the script back at her. “We’re done.”

Bean gulped down the hurt in hearing those words, “Good.” She responded, watching him leave the hotel.

“That was not okay,” Cherri bomb glared at her before leaving after him.

Bean closed her eyes, trying to control the tears that wanted to fall out of wherever they came from; someone grabbed her shoulder. It was Zeke. “Are you okay?” He asked.

She looked at him, then at everyone else; acid began coming from her mouth. “I have to go..” she picked up the book, retreating back to her room.

Bean sat on the bed, staring at her reflection in the mirror. At least the girl looked like her..

Who was that?

She thought she was looking at herself..

Was this Sugar? Bean? Bea? Beatrice? The Northern Killer?

Who was she?

And what has she done?

Bean laid in her bed all night. Literally. She watched the red sky turn into a dark abyss and watched it fade back into its normal blood red, she couldn’t face anyone after yesterday’s fiasco. She’d have to face him again, hell they worked at the same place in the same part of the building.

Bean sat up. This wasn’t going to get the better of her! She wouldn’t let anything stop her from going and apologizing to-

Bean’s thoughts were interrupted by her bedroom door slamming open, “Good afternoon my dear!” She heard a familiar old timey voice.

She groaned, seeing the one and only Radio Demon in her room. Of all sinners to show up it had to be him. “Do you mind?” Bean rolled her eyes. “I was trying to come up with an apology.”

“To who?” Alastor appeared in front of her. Bean opened her mouth to speak, “I don’t actually care, I came as a messenger and a delivery boy,” his smile widened.

Bean had to time for him today, “Alastor, I am going through something here-”

“Splendid! You can talk about it today with my darling Rosie on our outing!” He interrupted her once again.

“Outing?” She was confused, when did she ever agree to this? “No no no! I can’t! I have work! And Angel and I-”

She was once again stopped from talking by Alastor grabbing her shoulders, “Beatrice..”

“Please don’t call me that.”

“I don't ever like coming second. To ANYONE! And you my dear have continuously put me after everyone else, Angel Dust, his one eyed friend, Valentino and worst of all that flat faced thing that everyone calls a tv nowadays!” Bean stared at the overlord in shock as he continued. “I WILL NOT be second to a man with a tv for a head young lady I refuse! Now, like I said I am a messenger but I’m also the delivery boy; how would you like that package delivered? Kicking and screaming? Or voluntary?”

Bean looked around the room before smiling nervously at Alastor, “I’ll take voluntary for 300 Alex,” she joked. Alastor squinted at her.

“Be ready in 5 minutes,” he said.

“Got it..”

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“I wanted to apologize to Angel that morning! Or afternoon! Whatever!” Bean shook her head, focusing. “But he had already left..” she said in a disappointed tone. “He even took my picture off his door…”

She covered her face embarrassed, they had made up; but it was still sickening to think she chose fame over her friends.

Dr.Cross touched Bean’s hand, “It’s okay, we’ve all made mistakes Bean; but you need to remember..we are not our mistakes,” she smiled at her patient.

Bean smiled, nodding. It was a breath of fresh air to have someone just listen, even if she was wrong Dr.Cross just listened. “Angel is my friend, and I’m his, I just never had an ACTUAL friend before.”

“What do you mean?” Dr.Cross raised an eyebrow.

“My mama taught me how to make something called ‘Disposable Friends’,” Bean put up air quotes.

Her therapist looked shocked, “Your own mother taught you that?”

“Well..she’s not my REAL mom, she’s..” Bean stopped to think. She didn’t know how to describe Ruby, so she just decided to be blunt, “She owns me- well she DID. She’s got like, child issues I guess..” She rolls her eyes.

“So..she’s an overlord,” Dr.Cross was taking notes.

“Correct.”

“And..she set you free.”

Bean nodded, staying silent. It was the best thing yet the worst thing Ruby had ever done..

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“Well well well, look what the deer dragged in,” Rosie put her tea down laughing. “I kill myself!”

“Oh my dear you are always such a comedian,” Alastor laughed with her. And so did the unexpected guest that left Bean stunned.

Ruby herself was sitting across from the Cannibal Overlord having a good old time, on her lap sat a cannibal girl coloring in a coloring book.

“What’s going on?” Bean spoke up.

“Hello missy, it’s lovely to see you again,” Rosie waved. “Have a seat.”

Bean sat down next to Ruby and Alastor sat across from Bean.

“Bonjour chèr mwen,” Ruby smiled at her.

Translation: Hello my love.

“Bonjour!” The little girl waved at Bean.

Bean waved back, then turned to Ruby, “What are you guys friends?”

Ruby smirked, shrugging, “You can say that.”

“I’m so confused,” Bean mumbled.

“When I tend to be confused about something I close my mouth and let the others talk,” Alastor butt in with a smug grin. Bean blew raspberries at him.

Rosie cleared her throat, “Let’s get to business shall we?”

“After you,” Ruby gestured to her.

Bean looked between the overlords, what was going on?!

“Annalise has been in Cannibal Town since birth, her parents were such good people,” Rosie reminisced, smiling warmly at Annalise. “However, it seems that once they were gone she became..lost, that was until you showed up,” she looked at Ruby.

Ruby looked flattered, “I have a way with children.”

Rosie chuckled, and Alastor rolled his eyes, “You sure do! Anyway, Bean my love; I was told you were in need of some guidance,” she looked at Bean.

Some what?! Bean stood to her feet, putting two and two together. “Oh my gosh!” She turned to Ruby, “Are you giving me away?! And replacing me with her?!” Her voice cracked, glancing at Annalise.

“My dear sit down,” Alastor told the frantic sinner.

She glared at Alastor, “Was this your idea?!”

“Guilty as charged,” he smirked.

“How could you-”

“That’s enough young lady!” Rosie raised her voice. “Sit down and listen!” Bean became quiet, doing as she was told.

Ruby looked at Bean, “This is not about replacing you, I’m not replacing one soul for another; it’s about your job being done.”

Bean stared at her getting glassy eyed. Job? Was she just an employee to her or something? “I don’t understand..”

Ruby sighed, “Our deal is done my love,” she summoned a golden sheet, the same one Bean had written her name on so many years ago. The ink used to be red, but now it was black, “You’ve helped me all those years to get me where I am today, and now,” the overlord snapped her fingers. The pink chain that held Bean’s soul tethered to Ruby unlocked, disappearing. “You’re free.”

There was a somewhat weight lifted off the young sinner’s body, like she could breathe again. Though she had a slight feeling of relief, Bean was filled with sadness, “You don’t want me as your daughter anymore?” She looked up at Ruby, tears rolling down her face.

“Oh sha,” the woman held her face, “You will always be my daughter,” she smiled, wiping a tear away before it could fall.

Bean hugged her, “So..Rosie owns me?” She asked.

“Oh sweetie no, I want to help you,” Rosie smiled. “And down the road if push comes to shove then we can talk about owning your soul. Alastor saw a young woman in distress and thought she might be around the wrong people.”

“Oh it’s honestly nothing, my schedule was empty so I decided to help out someone I care about,” Alastor said, looking proud of himself.

“Awe!!” Bean, Rosie and Ruby said in unison, smiling at the Radio Demon’s kindness.

Alastor emitted a low static noise, his ears falling; he was clearly embarrassed.

Bean and Alastor soon left the two, walking back to the hotel.

“How does it feel being a free sinner?” Alastor broke the silence.

She shrugged, “A little like I can do anything, but also kind of lonely. And confusing..”

“My dear, confusion comes by you often, no need to fret,” he joked.

“Ha ha ha,” Bean rolled her eyes. “I’m serious, I’ve known Ruby since I was 13…we were together till the very end; I don’t know what to do without her now..”

The Radio Demon stood in front of the small sinner, “You have me.”

Bean looked up at him with big eyes, “Promise?” She held out her pinky.

Alastor rolled his eyes, “Oh the dramatics with you today! Vera should cast you in one of her shows,” he chuckled. “But, I promise.” He wrapped his pinky around hers.

Bean beamed clapping, “Yay! Also, there’s that name again. Who is Vera?!”

Alastor laughed at the dim sinner, as they continued their way to the Hotel.

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Satan’s Railway, 1986

“Bonjour..” the demon woman smiled at the crying child.

She got no answer, the little girl continued to sob; “Go away!” The girl screamed. “Leave me alone”

The woman tilted her head, not understanding what the girl was saying. “Poukisa ou ka plere, cheri mwen?” She responded.

Translation: Why are you crying my love?

The girl looked at the woman confused, “What?”

“Es ou ka palé kréyol?” She asked. The girl looked at her with a blank expression.

Translation: Do you speak Creole?

“Kréyol?” The woman repeated then pointed at her. The girl slowly shook her head. The woman stepped towards her, putting her hand on the girl’s face. She started to feel the girl’s pain, and everything she had been through.

Translation: Creole?

The woman needed a host to survive, she wouldn’t survive long on earth. She slowly started turning into the girl’s mother, the girl stepped back in shock.

The woman cleared her throat, “Bean,” she said in her mother’s voice.

“Mom?” Bean was frozen.

The woman smiled, cupping Bean’s face; “Yes, I’m your mama,” the woman wiped the young girl’s tear’s away. “Listen to me, and I can take all your pain away..”

Bean was hesitant but smiled, “Promise?” She held her pinky out. The woman smiled back, wrapping her pinky around Bean’s.

“I promise.”

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“Dr.Cross?” Bean had noticed her therapist tearing up. “Are you crying?” She didn’t think that what she said was sad or anything.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry,” Dr.Cross wiped a tear away before clearing her throat, “Bean, may I say something?” Bean shrugged. “You have so many people that care about you, but I feel that something is stopping you from seeing that.”

Bean scoffed, “Ya know, for a second I thought that too, you’d think losing someone would bring those caring people closer..it actually brings out the shittiest side of them,” she looked at the ground.

Dr.Cross looked at the young sinner with a million questions in her head, “Care to explain this thought process?”

Bean looked up at the therapist, nervous to dig deeper into the hellish weeks she went through.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

There was no warning.

No explanation.

But one thing was clear..

Voe the Beau had died during childbirth, leaving behind her loving husband and twin children.

Everyone in the hotel was going through it, Angel refused to talk to Bean; every time she got within six feet of him he’d leave the room. It hurt, she wanted to make things right but couldn’t if he wouldn’t let her. She guessed they were officially done..

Cherri was warming up a little to her again, there was the occasional “Hey” or “Good Morning” but she wasn’t really talking to her either. The only ones that seemed to be having the time of their lives were Voe’s children, Alyson and Vernie; Bean was never gonna call him Vernon, it made him sound old.

Alastor seemed to have it the worst, he argued with Lucifer a lot more; usually Bean found their bickering funny, but it was pretty intense these days..He rarely came out of his radio tower and wouldn’t even take care of his kids.

Bean took it upon herself to do some things around the hotel, Val gave her a day to grieve so she took this time to help; she put up a picture of Voe putting it near the Alastor’s radio on the coffee table. Some residents stuck a pouch to Voe’s bedroom door and put in little cards saying what they missed about her.

Walking up to the door, Bean sprayed perfume on her sparkly card before kissing it and putting it in the pink pouch.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“What’d your note say?” Dr. Cross asked.

Bean smiled, “I miss when you would walk by and I could smell your perfume, because you walked really fast and it made me think that there was a gust of cherry limeade wind but it was just you,” she giggled thinking how silly it was. But it was true, she thought Voe was adorable when she walked fast, where was she going with those little legs?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She started walking away from the door but almost tripped over something, she thought it was Niffty but it was Vernie. Bean gasped, “What are you doing?” She picked him up. Vernie immediately tried to bite her, luckily she was able to dodge. “No..”

He laughed, clapping, “It’s time for bed you..” Bean booped his nose, walking into the baby’s room. There sat Alison on the floor. Ok this was ridiculous! Who were watching these kids?!

“UPPY!!!” Alyson squealed, reaching up at Bean.

Bean picked her up and started to feel emotional again, “What are you doing here?” A voice made her jump. Alastor stood in the doorway.

“Um the kids were on the floor…I was putting them to bed,” Bean could barely make out the words.

Alastor said nothing walking to the opposite side of the room.

🚨TRIGGER WARNING: THIS SCENE CONTAINS MENTAL BREAKDOWNS, MENTIONS OF SA & VIOLENCE!🚨 (skip bold font if uncomfortable)

Bean sniffled, putting a sleeping Vernie into his crib along with his sister, the sinner knew that Voe’s death shouldn’t have affected her so much, hell they didn’t really know each other. However it had Bean heartbroken, she felt so bad for her kids, who was without a mother; Angel lost his friend and it affected Alastor the most. He wasn’t cheerful or even snarky, he stayed quiet and snapped at anyone that came too close. The overlord wouldn’t even look at his son, it was like he had some one sided beef with the baby. HIS BABY.

“Um okay they’re down, so..I’m gonna head out,” she looked at a very quiet Alastor. The sinners leave the children’s room and entering Alastor’s. She sighed, “Alastor, I want to help you..I come over to keep you company..” Bean bit the inside of her cheek standing in silence.

“Would you like a medal?” The Radio Demon asked coolly. “I’m not forcing you to be here.”

“I know..I just-” tears began to fall down her face. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Alastor faced her, a smile remained on his face but his eyes were full of sadness. “Enough of the water works.” Bean looked at him in confusion, what had she done this time? “I don’t understand how everyone is so sad that MY WIFE is dead! When every single one of you in this place were cheering her on as she went to her death bed!” His voice became staticy and antlers grew.

Bean stared in disbelief, “That’s not even true! No one is at fault Alastor! That’s not fair to point the blame-”

“You would know about that, right? Since you will blame everyone else for why you’re down here except yourself!” He got in her face.

The sinner was now becoming heated, she understood he was upset; but he had no right to hurt others, “They are to blame!”

“Really?!” He tilted his head, radio dials appearing in his eyes. “Did your mother make you kill those people? Or your father? Or Ruby?!” Bean was backed into a wall, refusing to look at him, wishing he’d stop. “How about your stepfather? Did he make you kill your sister? Or..was it the next door neighbor?”

She took a breath, “I’m leaving, I have work,” her voice cracked as she shoved past him. He was not gonna see her crack.

“Ah yes, the other place you go where no one wants you,” she heard him say.

She forced a smile on her face turning to the Radio Demon, “Alastor? Kindly go FUCK YOURSELF!” Bean turned to leave, “Which is something you’ll have to do a lot of ya know, since your wife is dead.”

Within the next second a tentacle grabbed Bean, slamming her against the door. She watched as Alastor walked towards her, “Repeat that my dear?” His voice could barely be made out cuz of the distortion.

“I’m sorry..I shouldn’t have said that,” her voice trembled. She didn’t mean to say that, she just wasn’t herself as of lately. Alastor remained in her face, for a moment Bean thought he would kill her. Instead he threw her to the ground.

“Get out,” he turned back to his normal size. Bean slowly stood up, walking to the door. She was done,she couldn’t help him if this is how he wanted to be. “Pathetic,” Bean stopped in her tracks, turning around.

“You think I’m pathetic?” She was hurt. “You think I’m pathetic?!”

Alastor rolled his eyes, “Leave.”

She ignored him, getting in his face; “I’m pathetic?”

“Yes you are,” he said sarcastically.

“Am I pathetic for coming to take care of paperwork for the hotel because you couldn’t do it? Or is it for helping you clean? Or watching your kids while you continue to sulk in your own misery-” Bean was cut off by Alastor pushing her back by her head.

“You’re pathetic because you do ANYTHING that ANYONE tells you, I guess being Vox’s little harlot suits you,” Alastor grinned.

Bean felt something break or snap or shatter, was it her? She laughed, “I get it now..”

“Get what?” Alastor growled.

“You’re jealous,” Bean grinned.

Alastor laughed, “My dear I am far from jealous of you.”

“Not me,” she bit her lip. “Oh every other man,” the smaller sinner slowly walked towards him. Alastor who was in a state of shock remained silent, “Every man in hell gets to have me, but you, you can’t,” Bean dragged her finger down his shirt, but Alastor grabbed it, pushing her away.

“You’re making a fool of yourself Beatrice,” he remained calm.

Bean giggled sitting on his bed, “Why? Don’t worry your wife won’t find out, we can keep it a secret.”

“Enough!” Alastor yanked her up. “Go. Now.”

She smirked, “What are you gonna do if I don’t?” Alastor started emitting radio static watching Bean slowly turn into some other kind of person. “Do you wanna spank me for being a bad girl?” He remained silent. “No? Or maybe you could beat the shit out of me!” Bean’s smirk became twisted, as her brain had had enough of the mask she was wearing. “Maybe! You could go full Radio Demon and rip me limb from limb!”

“Bean-”

“OH! Or let’s do something different!” Bean screamed.

“Bean, my kids are-”

“You can take me right now on this bed! Show me how pathetic I really am!” She got back on the bed. Alastor didn’t look at her, the same way she refused to look at him. “You can yank my tail until I beg for mercy!” Bean was practically red in the face, but she continued on; smiling and all. “Or! Yank my hair from my scalp while you FUCK ME FROM THE BACK!”

Alastor walked up to the sinner as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“PUSH MY HEAD INTO THE MATTRESS AND TELL ME HOW FUCKING WORTHLESS I AM! HOW I’M NOTHING WITHOUT YOU! FUCK ME UNTIL I BLEED! REMIND ME HOW TO BE A GOOD GIRL!” Bean was practically screeching at this point. Alastor was surprised no one woke up.

“Bean,” Alastor touched her arm, which was not the right decision.

She started hyperventilating, “DON’T TOUCH ME! DON’T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME!!” She began to hit him, well tried to; Alastor held her arms, making her fight more. “I KNEW YOU WERE JUST LIKE THEM! JUST LIKE HIM! YOU WANT MY BODY! TAKE IT I DON’T CARE! I’M JUST A WASTE OF SPACE! I DON’T CARE! EVERYONE HATES ME!! I HATE YOU! GET OFF ME!” She yanked free of the overlord’s grasp.

It was silent, only the sounds of Bean sobbing, Alastor sat on the bed, “Bean..I apologize if-”

“FUCK OFF!” She screamed before racing out of the room and hotel altogether.

“Well this can’t get any worse,” Alastor mumbled.

Then the babies started crying.

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Bean sobbed, “I was only trying to help..and he was trying to hurt me!”

Dr.Cross put her hand on Bean’s back, “Alastor was hurting, he lost the love of his life-”

“So that gave him the right to call me those things?!” Bean yelled.

“Of course not, no one has the right to hurt others; I’m explaining to you why he did what he did,” her therapist explained.

“Why can’t people just talk about their problems, instead of yelling at others?!” The sinner fumed.

“Well a lot of sinners were born in different time periods, they were brought up differently,” Dr.Cross shrugged.

Bean crossed her arms, “That’s dumb, this is dumb.”

“What is?”

Bean just shrugged, “Alastor, he’s dumb..”

“Would you like to continue?” Dr.Cross crossed her legs.

Bean sat on the edge of the sofa, “So the movie was coming to an end, but in Valentino fashion he had to change something.”

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“ANGEL! ANGEL!” Bean called after the spider demon pushing through other sinners.

She wanted to get to him before his next shoot but either he was still ignoring or he couldn’t hear her. It was probably the latter, people in school used to say she was so short they couldn’t hear; some wanted to know if the weather was different, which was silly to ask.

It was obviously gonna be cooler the lower you were since heat rises, which begs the question..shouldn’t Hell be cooler? Or Heaven be the bottom and Hell be the top?

Before Bean could ask herself another question she was grabbed, by Travis, “You’re late! What are you doing?”

She rolled her eyes, “Dreaming of a world where I’m not manhandled!” She snatched her arm back.

“Get to set,” he glared.

Hate that guy.

What the hell was he supposed to be?

“Oh Sugar baby, I forgot!” Val called from the director’s chair. “There’s been a name change to the stepdad,” He caught Bean’s attention. “I’m renaming him Stef, it’s short and WAY sexier than Ryan better,” Him and Travis laughed.

Bean felt the world slow down, her eyes widened, right brake Travis could say “Action” she pushed the sinner off of her, “I can’t! I can’t!” She shouted, sitting up.

The studio went into an awkward silence, all that was heard was Bean’s breathing. She kept her eyes on the floor, not daring to face the Moth Demon. Sinners backed away as Valentino walked up to the small demon, towering over her.

“Can you repeat that?” A squeak was heard from him, as he smiled, masking his anger. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”

🚨TRIGGER WARNING: PHYSICAL ABUSE & VIOLENCE🚨 (skip bold font if uncomfortable)

Bean gulped, feeling her whole body start to shake with fear; “Please Val..don’t make me say that name..please I’m-“ she was interrupted when Val yanked her up slamming her against the wall. “AH!!” She screamed.

“Let me tell you something!” The overlord looked angrily at her. “I do not give a FUCK what you want! Or what you can’t do! You WILL do it, Cause if you DON’T I will chain you up and every demon in Hell can see how much your holes stretch!” He yelled. Bean stared frozen in fear, She was broken from this state when Val slammed her against the wall again, “YOU GOT IT?!”

“Yes! Yes!” Bean nodded, starting to cry.

“Val,” a voice came from the door, it was Vox; he walked in looking frustrated. “What are you doing? Aren’t you shooting the last scene of the movie?” The overlord groaned.

“Well..I was ABOUT TO,” Val glares at Bean who is not even in the room with two, physically she was there but mentally she was-

“Bean!” Vox snaps in her face bringing her back to reality.

She looks up at him, “What?”

“Finish the scene okay? Or Tiffany can do it,” he helped her up.

Like hell She was!

“No, I can do it,” Bean faked a smile.

Vox looked at Val across the room arguing with a camera guy about the angle, he looked back at Bean with..concern? “Just do what he says, I’m trying to get ready for the interview you have tomorrow.”

“Interview?” She tilted her head.

“Yeah, interview,” Vox rolled his eyes before leaving the studio.

Bean stared at the door, hoping he’d come back. Wishing he’d come back.

“SUGAR!” Val called her.

Bean got on the bed with the make sinner on top of her, she tried to control her breathing, to push down whatever she was feeling. Just push through it.. Just push through it.. was repeating over and over in her head.

“Action!” Travis shouted.

🚨TRIGGER WARNING: IMPLIED SA!🚨 (skip bold font if uncomfortable)

Bean’s reality began to shift, instead of a muscular demon on top of her it was him. Touching her skin. Inside her body. DEFILING HER!!!

“Bea you’re my good girl..” he whispered in her ear, holding her down on the bed. His sweat dripped onto her. “You’ll be good for me won’t you?”

Bean was unable to move. Unable to talk. Unable to fight. He was so much bigger than her!

THERE WAS NOTHING SHE COULD DO!

“Ste-"

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Bean threw up acid in the wastebasket, he was always there. He always found her…

“I’m so sorry,” she finally finished. “I..I don’t know what’s wrong with me..” Bean started pressing her nails into her palm.

Dr.Cross took a tissue and wiped Bean’s face, “Don’t be, do you mind if I try something?”

“Um, okay?” Bean was confused.

“I’m gonna ask you questions, and I if you can’t say it,” the doctor took some paper and a pen, placing it in front of her. “And if you get uncomfortable we can stop, okay?”

“Okay,” Bean looked nervous.

The doctor sat back down, “Let’s start easy, when’s your birthday ?” She asked.

“January 1st 1973” Bean answered with ease.

“Where did you live?”

“Chicago, Illinois.”

“What’s your favorite song?”

“Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen.”

“What’s something that you loved to do when you were alive?”

“I loved dancing,” Bean watched Dr.Cross take notes, “Is that it?” She joked.

Dr.Cross smiled, “No, who’s your mother? Your ACTUAL mother.”

Bean found it a little hard but cleared her throat , “Eugenia Mace.”

“What about your father?” She asked.

Bean remained silent, picking up the paper and writing “Donnie Matten.” It was hard to forget when he basically fried her brain, forcing to say his name..

“Who are your friends?”

“I guess I’d say just about anyone I meet,” Bean flashes a fake smile.

Dr.Cross raised an eyebrow, “Even Val?”

“Hmm,” Bean wrote “No!”

“What about Vox? Is he your friend?” Her therapist said in a nosy tone.

She had to think about it. Bean didn’t know what her and Vox were; but she guessed they made it work, “I don’t know..I guess,” she shrugged.

“So you believe you can be redeemed?” Dr.Cross asked.

Holy crap..she never really thought about it…”I- um..no. I honestly don’t.” Bean said disappointed. All the things she’s done in life..there was no coming back from that.

“Why not?” The doctor looked curious.

“I’m a bad person.." Her voice cracked. “Even in life.." she looked at her shoes trying not to cry. AGAIN.

There was silence.

“Why are you in Hell?” Dr.Cross broke the silence.

“I took people’s lives, all because I wanted to protect myself.."

Dr.Cross lifted the sinner's head, “No darling, you’re in Hell to learn from the mistakes you made in life. Everyone makes mistakes, and they’re usually bad mistakes or bad decisions, but what makes us all human is learning from those mistakes.”

Bean stared at the woman as if she was just given the book of knowledge, it all made so much sense, “I..I understand..”

The therapist smiled warmly, “Amazing, you’re doing so good Bean, I’m proud of you.”

Bean smiled, hearing that someone was proud of her for doing something so small will always be so new to her.

“Now the hardest part,” Dr.Cross took a breath. “Who is ‘he’ to you?”

“Who?” Bean began to press her nails her palm.

“You always mention ‘he’ and ‘him’, was this person your neighbor? Family friend?” Dr.Cross asked.

Bean’s hand was shaking so much she couldn’t hold the pen, “FUCK!” She dropped it.

“It’s okay, take your time, don’t force this ,” the doctor picked up the pen handing it to her.

Bean tried controlling her breathing, but with every letter she wrote; brought back memories. Every good memory and every bad memory, finally finished she dropped the pen. “St. Dad” is what she managed to write.

Dr.Cross stared at it and it clicked, “Stepdad?” Bean nodded. “Is..Stefan your stepdad?”

Bean stayed silent, staring into space. This was all coming together, Doctor Cross just needed to take it slower; Bean was doing good but she could go to this state.

“Bean?” She touched her hand, Bean snatched her hand away. “I am still so proud of you; you’re doing your best and I am grateful that I get to be here to help you.”

The patient slowly grabbed her therapist’s hand, still shaking, “I wanna be better, I wanna do better..” Her voice was shaking.

“I will do everything to help you,” Dr.Cross smiled. “Promise.” She put up her pinky

Bean smiled, wrapping her pinky around her’s.

“Would you like to continue?” Dr.Cross asked.

“I’ll try.”

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Sinners were rushing around all the next day, Vox did not mess around when it came to “Vox-2-Nite” everything had to be perfect! Everyone’s scripts were to be placed in different piles. Mic checks were done every 5 seconds. Makeup and hair needed to be done 3 hours before. Val needed to be fucked the night before so there was no chance of him ruining anything. Everything needed to be in order. This interview needed to be perfect.

This was just something else weighing down on Bean’s fragile mind.

“Hurry up now! We have 2 hours till show time and Vox is texting me non stop!” She yelled at the makeup artist.

“I’m sorry Miss Velvette,” the makeup artist began doing Bean’s mascara.

Bean began to think of Vox, she knows that the Vees were together longer than Bean had been in Hell; well except Velvette.

But so many things about Vox confused her, he claimed to care about her yet, pretended she didn’t exist at times. He wanted perfection, but wanted her; Bean knew she wasn’t perfect. Is that why he picked Voe? Cause she was perfect? Was he trying to make her in Voe’s perfect image?

It drove her crazy!

She couldn’t be perfect! She was never perfect! Why couldn’t she be perfect?! Voe could be perfect! Angel could be perfect! Alastor could be perfect!

What was wrong with her that she couldn’t be?!

Just like him. He always thought she was perfect! She could fight, kick and scream..he thought she was..was..

She was broken-

Bean was brought back when something stuck her in the eye, “OW!” She held her eye.

The makeup artist had stuck her in the eye with the mascara stick, “Oh my gosh I am so sorry!” She cried.

A huge flush of rage washed over Bean, “What the FUCK?!” She stood up, stepping up to the sinner.

Why was everyone trying to hurt her?!

Velvette rushed over, “What happened now?” She looked annoyed.

“SHE STUCK ME IN THE EYE!” Bean screamed.

“By accident! I swear,” the artist coward away.

Velvette glared at her, “That’s getting docked from check”, she turned to Bean. “Calm down love, no need to get feisty,” she grinned at her seductively. “Sit down, I’ll fix it.”

Bean sat down still enraged. She stared at herself in the mirror, pressing her nails into her palm, this time drawing some blood.

No one respected her. Not Alastor. Not Angel. Not Val. Not Vox…

She looked at the small amount of blood on her hand with a straight face, then back at her reflection.

Someone had to pay..

“Ladies and gentleman! Welcome back to Vox-2-Nite!” Vox smiled at the camera. The crowd applause and cheers. “Today we have Hell’s own Sugar Cube!”

The crowd screams as Bean waves, flashing them the smile she practiced. “Hi everyone!”

“Alright! Alright!” Vox laughs waiting for the crowd to calm down. “I SAID ALRIGHT!” The sinners become quiet. “Tell us Sugar, how does it feel being the lead in one of Val’s films, after being ‘nameless whore #4’ for so long?”

Bean laughed, “Well Mr.Vaughn I’d have to say it’s a step up, and I’m grateful to be given the opportunity.”

Vox cleared his throat, “You mean Mr.Vox?”

“Isn’t that what I said?” She blinked at the overlord.

There was silence for a minute before Vox laughed, “Isn’t she the cutest?!” The crowd “Awes” and cheers.

Bean smiled nervously, pressing her nails into her palm. It was clear, she was blowing this.

The show went on for at least another hour, Vox loved to hear himself talk, and apparently so did the audience; they laughed at every dad joke he made and every nudge at Alastor.

Bean swears he wants fuck him.

“Now we’re coming to the end of the night-"

“Awe…” the audience interrupted Vox sounding disappointed.

Vox chuckled, “I was talking, anyway! Sugar, any closing remarks? People you wanna thank?” His eyes darted from her to the teleprompter that said “I’d like to thank the Vees for this opportunity, and the audience for coming out this evening! Good night!”

She cleared her throat, “I’d like to thank the Vees for this opportunity and the audience for being amazing!” The audience clapped. Bean smiled at them, she had one more thing to say, “I’d also like to thank my friends at the Hazbin Hotel! They give me the courage to go on every day, they’re my everything!” She could feel herself getting emotional.

Vox looked at her with slight anger before smiling at the crowd, “Anyway..that was Vox-2-Nite! See ya tomorrow!” He snapped finger guns at the audience as they played him out.

The second they stopped recording Bean tried retreating to her dressing room, but was grabbed by an angry Vox.

“What the fuck was that?!” His voice glitched.

It was silent, other sinners were either whispering or staring to see what would happen.

“I’m sorry! I was feeling down and wanted to thank my friends, I was trying to improv,” Bean ripped her arm away, she didn’t think he’d be so upset.

“You do that shit with Val! But when you’re on my set! On my show! You follow every fucking word on your script! Do you understand?!”

Bean swallowed her anger, “Yes Vox.”

One of his assistants stepped forward, “Um sir? The press are downstairs.”

Vox sighed in frustration, “Fantastic, I have to clean up a mess that YOU made.”

He left. Leaving Bean frozen in anger, she hadn’t even realized that her nails were still in her palms.

Walking back to her dressing room she started to feel sad, then anger; more anger than sadness. However, that anger disappeared and then she felt nothing; it was a numb feeling. She had felt this way before, numb.

She needed to feel something.

Anything.

Opening the dressing room door she found the makeup artist from earlier, she looked to be gathering her stuff. Bean locked the door.

“Oh!” She jumped, “Sugar, you scared me; I just forgot some stuff.”

Bean walked towards her not saying a word,

she needed to feel something..

She blacked out.

It was like a horror movie, all she could remember was screaming, crying, flesh tearing and red.

So much red..

When she came to, she was just standing there, covered in blood. There was barely anything left of the makeup artist, just an arm and a leg.

A grin slowly formed on her face, she began to laugh and laugh.

She still felt nothing.

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Dr.Cross took notes, examining Bean’s body language; she seemed scared, maybe even confused. “Why did you go after your makeup artist?” She asked.

“I don’t know,” her voice trembled. “I was so mad- no, I don’t even know what I was at that point,” her eyes stared into Dr.Cross’s.

“Were you feeling this way towards her?” She asked.

“At everything..that was just one more thing that went wrong for me,” Bean said with anger in her voice. “But I didn’t want that to happen..it scares me when I feel nothing..”

“Why is that?”

“I’m just afraid that one day I’ll break, and become something..horrifying,” Bean could feel her whole body shaking, it was so bad she couldn’t stop.

“You mentioned that you felt that nothingness before,” Dr.Cross broke the silence. “When did you first feel it?”

(Hi guys sorry about the long wait. Had some stuff happen in my life, Tumblr won’t let me upload the whole chapter, so I have to do it in a part one part two type of deal)

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