During a chase after a dog that stole a donut, Charlie and Vaggie fall into the undergrounds of hell where they discover a towering behemoth of a caveman named Oogar dwelling beneath the depths of Pentagram City.
Despite his monstrous appearance, im...
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[Chapter 22: Home]
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The Hazbin Hotel...
"OOK!...EEP!...NURGH!...GOAUH...!" Oogar yipped with discomfort, his body cringing and convulsing from the stinging touch of rubbing alcohol brushing against his wounds. The caveman struggled to keep himself properly situated as he fell over onto his side, quivering with unease.
"Oh, don't be such a drama queen!" Niffty said, dousing her rag with a fresh coat of rubbing alcohol. "After all, you still have thirteen more wounds to go, silly!"
Oogar couldn't help but groan with discontent, reluctantly allowing the cyclopean to clean his wounds. The hotel residents had finally returned from Malphas's fortress, licking their wounds from the hellacious battle that left a sizeable portion of Pentagram City in ruins. Charlie was already planning on discussing matters of collateral damage as well as attending Malphas's prosecution. From the kindness of the princess's heart, she was also more than willing to allow the hostages to take refuge at the hotel. This filled the hotel owner with hope from the possible chance that some of them could take part in the redemption plan.
Charlie and Vaggie were currently up in their own room, tending to each other's injuries while Alastor was off in the kitchen, making a well-deserved meal for everyone after the chaos they were dragged into. Husk and Angel had recently gotten their wounds disinfected and swathed which meant Oogar was the only one left to get his injuries treated. The Neanderthalian demon clearly wasn't a fan of the stinging touch that the liquid provided, his arms and legs sporadically twitched about a series of hoots and grunts blew through his scruffy beard.
"Aaaaand... Done!" Niffty shouted, cleaning out a gash on the caveman's shoulder. She proceeded to pull out a bandage roll and began to overlay Oogar's wounded areas with strips of bandages. Once everything was all said and done, Oogar cuts and bruises were now all perfectly swathed as the caveman let out a sigh of relief. Grateful that he did not have to undergo the cruel and confusing mistress that was known as modern medicine.
"Alright, I think you're all set! Try to take it easy if you can." Niffty said, Oogar nodding in response as he picked himself up and made his way to the lobby. However, before he exited the room, Niffty darted right in front of him.
"Oh wait! Before you go, I wanted to give you this!" She exclaimed before pulling out a stitched-up, red waistcoat that was tucked away in her skirt... Somehow?
"Ooh! Oogar's vest!" The caveman said with surprise, taking the vest and throwing it onto his brawny frame.
"Yep! It got tattered when you turned into that mammoth so I went off to get every piece to stitch it back together!" The one-eyed cleaning lady explained with a gleaming smile.
