Hazbin Hotel Oc (Made with Picrew)

Millie: .....Hello...?
(I don't have an image but I can tell you what she looks like. She is a fallen angel. She has black hair that covers her left eye.)

*She looks at you* Hi

Millie:....I'm Millie...

*She smiles* I'm Autumn

Millie: Nice to meet you...

Nice to meet you too

Millie: .....*Not good at conversations with demons since she is one of the only demons she talked to*

*She chuckles* Damn

Millie: ......

Your welcome

Millie: .......

I'll admit, that's a pretty badass way to get kicked out of heaven

Millie: ...Thanks.

*She raises an eyebrow* You okay?

Millie: yes

*She softly smiles* There's no need to be shy

Millie: .....um....How have you been...?

I've been good

Millie: Oh. That's good...

So, what brings you to Hell?

Millie: .....I...um...Kinda got ....kicked out of .....Heaven....?

*She raises an eyebrow* Really?

Millie: Yeah..... I....um.....Tried to kill Adam.....He made me mad and So yeah....

*She can't help but giggle* Your so shy, it's adorable

(I should've mentioned that my oc can be very flirtatious)

(that's fine)
Millie: .....Is that a complement?
*doesn't know when a demon is flirting because she has only been in Hell for 2 days.*

*She smiles, impressed* Damn

Millie: .....Yeah....Almost succeeded too...

*She smiles as she thinks in her head, 'She's so clueless, it's cute'*

Millie: ......You're the nicest demon I have met....

*She chuckles* Yeah, it's rare to find a demon that won't threaten to rip your head off or worse, but thank you

Millie: Your welcome.

*She giggles even more* Yes

Millie: Oh...Thank you...

Quinn: *he walked over to her, flicking his tail thoughtfully* Hey there-

*She looks at you* Oh, hello

Quinn: You seem cool.

*She smiles* Thank you, you do too

*I walk into the room*

"Come one, come all
And welcome to the show
See where joy and happiness
Go to cry!

Come one, come all
It’s free admission
To see the fall into perdition
Where all hope lies!

And the show goes on
For the weak and strong
But a perfect world
Stays just out of grasp!

Bold to assume
That I won’t have the last laugh!
Hahahahaha!

We perform, strike back at the norm
Of running right and jumping
From the void, the circus horns
Will sing a song of nothing!
Onward we go!
Onward, Dimentio!

Presto!

Come one, come all
The moment is at hand
Sink the ship and strike up the band
We’re going down!

Come one, come all
You’ve got to be quick
I strike like ants at a picnic
And you’re breaking down!

And the show goes on
For the weak and strong
But a perfect world
Stays just out of grasp!

But it’s almost time
And the dark bells chime
And the worlds let out one last gasp
Bold to assume
That I won’t have the last laugh!
Hahahahaha!

We perform, strike back at the norm
Of running right and jumping
From the void, the circus horns
Will sing a song of nothing!

Onward we go!
Onward, Dimentio!

Presto!"