Our Redemption Arc (Hazbin Hotel Adam x Reader)

You wake up gradually after a good night's rest. Your brows furrow when you sit up and feel a pain in your abdomen, your hand tentatively going to rest upon the area causing you discomfort. Weird. You don't remember going to the gym yesterday. What did you do yesterday? And... Where are you?

You're currently tucked up in soft, elegant blankets in a four poster framed bed with delicately carved patterning. The room you're in looks too luxurious for anything you can afford. Actually, you're not sure what you can afford now that you think about it. Whatever the case, the bedroom you're in is very nice. The view outside the large windows would suggest you're at the top floor of somewhere, probably a hotel or a condo.

Is this where you live? You're beginning to panic. You don't have the answers to any of your questions and you have no idea why. You carefully slip out of bed and look at yourself in the mirror. At least you recognise yourself. You remember your name. Unfortunately, that may as well be all you can remember. You sigh and rub the back of your neck, looking around the room for explanations since you inexplicably have none to offer.

You get startled by an almost quaint, otherworldly noise behind you. You yelp and spin around with a startled look on your face. Your eyes widen in horror. Your heart sinks into a sea of dread. Your jaw drops in disbelief. All the warmth and colour drains from your body and you freeze while you debate between fight or flight. You don't know what you're looking at. It looks like a man, except this "man" just appeared like magic and has a whole ton of terrifyingly incredible features.

You look so strange like this. Bright eyed and bushy tailed. He hates it. What he really hates is that look of unfiltered terror. He didn't expect you to recognise him or what he is. He knew you wouldn't. It hurts all the same. He forces off the frown that threatens to break loose across his lips and smiles confidently at you. He holds his hands up in the universal sign for peace as the portal shuts behind him, taking a slow step towards you.

"Uh..." It feels awkward for him to talk to you like this. He doesn't know how to act. His heart breaks into another couple of pieces. "Don't worry, I ain't gonna hurt ya. I'm an angel!"

He puffs out his chest and makes a goofy, fabulous pose, thinking it'll make you laugh like his boisterousness usually does, even though most of the time you're laughing at him rather than with him. You do not. You do neither and if anything you only look more horrified when he spreads his wings. You look a little disgusted under all that fear. He can't say he appreciates it. Fuck, this is hard.

While he's internally mourning you and the beautifully crude and crass and perfect relationship you've built together, you've taken a couple steps back and reached your arm behind you. The next thing he knows there's a broken lamp on the floor beside him and a stinging pain in his forehead. You threw it at him. Much softer than you usually throw shit but threw all the same. He can't help but smile like a weirdo.

"That's more like it." He laughs, already in no pain, pointing his finger and swirling it at the lamp, which he magically puts back together.

Instead of impressing you like he wanted, it scared you worse. You gasp and cover your mouth and press yourself into the corner of the room like a frightened bunny rabbit. He grimaces at the pathetic sight. He really, really misses you. If you were here, the actual you, you'd be laughing at yourself and throwing a lamp back at the quivering little lamb in front of him.

"Alright, enough fuckin' around." He sighs, stretching his arms above his head, then moves towards you.

"Doll... ugh... can ya just...?" He trails off, combing his hand through his hair awkwardly as you cower before him.

"G-Get away, freak!" You squeak, wholly unthreateningly, tucking yourself further into the wall and the furniture while shaking like a leaf. You don't like how he knows your name somehow. You're not even sure if it's a he, frankly, and you're not exactly dying to find out his name and pronouns. You want whatever it is a billion light years away from you.