I woke up back in my room and got ready, for the day. I had recently moved into a hotel that's owned by Satan and his daughter. There's also another person that lives here named Y/N. He seems cool, we get along I guess.

I got up and took a shower, which was nothing like back when I was alive. I didn't like the shower, I prefer baths but I wanted to be quick although I had nothing planned. Once the shower was over and after I got dressed and saw a plate and drink on my desk. I walked over and sat in the chair. I analyzed what kind of sandwich it could be, but in the midst of my analysis, my stomach grumbled a bit too loudly for my liking. I picked up the sandwich and ate it with glee, I took some sips of the water every now and then. 

The sandwich reminded me of the one mother used to make. It makes me sad thinking of mother, she was so loving and nice, yet so carefree. But it was whatever. I took the plate and empty cup and made my way downstairs. While humming some Frank Sinatra, and some Elvis Presley.

I walked down to the kitchen and turned on the radio, which brought up nothing much but static as I  tried to change the station. I ended up turning it off. As I was washing the dishes I could hear Charlie walking down the stairs. As she was walking toward me she said, "Henry, we have a problem." in a concerning tone. To which I replied, "You call it a problem. I call it a solution." "Henry," she started, "I'm being serious." "Was that supposed to hurt?" I cleverly asked. "What? No! Never!" Charlie stammered.

I smirked, though she couldn't see it. "Anyways, we're having a big visitor today. Also, while Y/N was asleep this random guy wanted to talk to him."  "What random guy?" Charlie looked uneasy at the mention of this person. "The-the radio demon..." She slightly mumbled "The who?" I asked not knowing who that was. Charlie thought for a minute and a bell dinged in her head.

"Oh! That's right! You were out when that happened." "Yesterday?" "Yeah you were getting the cookie dough and decorations for that holiday you can Y/N celebrate." "You mean Christmas?" I asked her. "Yeah that"

After she said that a loud knock was heard at the front door. Before Charlie started talking I put a hand over her mouth and whispered to her and said "I'm gonna screw around with this person" she looked angry as I heard a muffled "No!" from her. But I disregarded what she said and decided to screw around anyway.

So! I kept my hand over her mouth and yelled, "One minute, my wife won't stop talking!" After I said that I pulled a pistol from behind me and fired two blank rounds into the ceiling which is sure to wake Y/N up.  I put the pistol back in the holster as I let my hand off of Charlie's mouth and walked to the door. 

I opened the door and said "Well that's better. How may I help you?" A person who looks like the grim reaper looked at me with some slight concern. I stare back with a bored expression. "You're early." Said Death. I got clever and replied, "The shadows betray you cuz they serve me." Then I closed the door. "Who was that?" asked Charlie. "Some easy bake oven asshole." I reply. Charlie didn't reply, she just looked confused. 

Then Y/N walked downstairs and said....