It was that time of year again; the time when Angel Dust decided to spread the love with his signature brand of chaotic and heartfelt gift-giving. The Hazbin Hotel lobby was Angel's staging ground, piles of brightly wrapped presents stacked around him, each box gleaming with gaudy, glittery designs. Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, Niffty, and the rest of the gang watched cautiously, knowing Angel's "thoughtful" gifts always came with a twist. "This is gonna be a trainwreck," Husk muttered, sipping from his flask.

Victoria was confused, "Um, what's so bad about Angel's gifts?"

"Right. I forgot you didn't arrive til later in the year." Husk stated, "Angel's gifts last year were... well, some of us got inappropriate gifts."

"Aw, don't be such a grinch, Husk!" Charlie said. "Angel worked hard on these."

"Yeah, real hard!" Angel chimed in, adjusting the big red bow perched on his head. "Alright, kiddos, let's get this party started!"

Angel started handing out presents with flair. Charlie was first, opening her box to find an oversized snow globe with a mini replica of the Hazbin Hotel inside. "Oh, Angel, this is beautiful!" she said, shaking it gently as glitter swirled around the tiny figures inside.

"Of course it is. It's got me in it!" Angel winked.

Next was Vaggie, who unwrapped a custom jacket with embroidered knives and sparkles. "For when you wanna stab someone fashionably," Angel explained.

Vaggie rolled her eyes, but a small smile crept onto her face. "Thanks, Angel."

Niffty squealed with joy at her gift: a DIY gingerbread house kit that included edible glitter and pink frosting. "It's perfect!" she chirped, already tearing into the box.

Husk grumbled when he opened his present—a knitted beanie with cat ears. "Really?"

"It's cute! Like you," Angel teased. "Plus, it'll keep your cranky little head warm."

Angel didn't forget his family, so he made his way to Arackniss's house next. "Uncle Angel!" Jackie yelled, running to greet him.

"Hey, squirt!" Angel scooped Jackie up, spinning him around. "Gotcha somethin' real cool."

Jackie opened his gift to find a remote-controlled spider bot. "Whoa!" he gasped, immediately putting it to use by chasing it across the floor.

"I'm already regretting this," Arackniss muttered.

Angel handed Arackniss a small box. Inside was a mug that read Most Okay Brother Ever on one side and Barely Tolerable on the other. "Touching," Arackniss deadpanned, but a tiny smirk betrayed him.

Pentious's gift was next: a set of novelty socks featuring snakes wearing Santa hats. "Oh, these are delightful!" Pentious exclaimed, immediately putting them on.

Molly received a leather jacket that was both fashionable and practical, lined with soft faux fur. "Okay, I actually like this," Molly admitted, slipping it on. "Thanks, Angel."

Angel's father, Henroin, opened his box to find a tie with tiny spiders crawling across it. "A tie?" Henroin asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Classy and creepy—just like you, Pops!" Angel said with a grin.

Angel swung by Monty Python's place and gifted him a pair of sunglasses with lightning bolts across the lenses. "Now you'll look as flashy as your wrestling moves!" Angel said.

For Kara Melody, he brought a sparkling tiara. "You're always the queen of any room," Angel said, placing it on her head.

Victoria received a custom music box that played a jazzy version of "Holly Jolly Christmas." "It's lovely," she said, genuinely touched.

Cherri Bomb's gift? A box of glitter bombs. "I'm gonna cause so much chaos with these!" Cherri cackled.

Baxter, ever the scientist, got a chemistry set themed for Christmas. "It's charming," he said, clearly suppressing a smile.

Lucifer, who Angel hadn't forgotten, opened a box to find a duck-shaped cookie cutter set. "Because you're all about ducks, right, big guy?" Angel said, grinning cheekily.

As the night wound down, Angel unveiled his final surprise: a karaoke machine loaded with holiday classics and a few of his favorite upbeat tracks. "Alright, everyone, time to embarrass ourselves!" he announced, already grabbing the mic.

Charlie enthusiastically joined in, pulling Vaggie up for a duet of Baby It's Cold Outside. Millie and Moxxie sang a surprisingly emotional rendition of All I Want for Christmas Is You, leaving everyone a little misty-eyed. Even Husk begrudgingly joined in after a bit too much eggnog, crooning a slurred version of Blue Christmas to scattered applause.

Meanwhile, Angel leaned back on the couch, smirking at the chaos he'd stirred up. His gaze landed on Alastor, who stood by the fireplace, quietly watching the festivities with his ever-present smile. "Yo, Radio Daddy," Angel called, patting the seat next to him. "Get your fancy ass over here. I got somethin' for ya."

Alastor approached, his curiosity piqued. "Another surprise? My, you're full of them tonight."

Angel reached behind the couch and pulled out a box he'd hidden earlier. "I, uh, didn't wanna give this one with everyone watchin'. It's kinda... personal."

Alastor opened the box to find a small, framed drawing. It depicted the two of them, caricatured in Angel's playful, chaotic style. Alastor's broad grin was captured perfectly, his microphone in hand, while Angel leaned on him with a mischievous smirk. Above them, in bold, glittering letters, were the words: The Dynamic Duo of Hell. Alastor chuckled, his red eyes gleaming. "This is... delightful, Angel. You've captured our essence wonderfully."

"Yeah, yeah, don't get all mushy on me," Angel said, waving him off. "I just figured, you know, we got a good thing goin'. You're always pullin' my ass outta trouble, and... well, you're kinda my favorite pain in the ass."

Alastor's smile softened, and for once, it felt less predatory and more genuine. "Thank you, Angel. You've truly surprised me tonight."

"Well, it's not all one-sided," Angel said, leaning back. "You got somethin' for me?"

Alastor reached into his coat and pulled out a small, intricately wrapped package. "I had planned to give this to you later, but now it seems fitting."

Angel tore into the wrapping like a child on Christmas morning and gasped. Inside was a handcrafted silver bracelet adorned with tiny charms. Each one representing a piece of Angel's life. A microphone, a spider, a star, and even a tiny glitter bomb dangled from the delicate chain.

"This... this is..." Angel trailed off, uncharacteristically at a loss for words.

"I thought it appropriate to honor your... vibrancy," Alastor said, his voice smooth. "Each charm represents a part of you—your talents, your flair, your spark. You light up this dreary place in ways few can."

Angel blinked rapidly, his tough-guy persona faltering. "Geez, Radio Daddy, you're gonna make me cry."

"Then my gift is a success," Alastor said with a chuckle.

Angel slipped the bracelet onto his wrist, admiring how the charms glittered in the firelight. "Thanks, Al. Really."

Alastor tilted his head, his grin widening. "You're quite welcome, dear boy. Merry Christmas."

Angel smirked, punching him lightly on the arm. "Yeah, yeah. Merry Christmas, you classy weirdo."

The two sat together, sharing a rare, quiet moment amidst the chaos of the party. For once, it wasn't about schemes or one-upping each other—it was just two friends (or perhaps something more) enjoying the holiday together. By the time the karaoke machine ran out of songs, Angel felt something he hadn't felt in a long time: contentment.