“LOVE IN A BOTTLE” (VILLAINOUS VERSION)
(this song contains the original Hazbin lyrics; the script explains the visuals, expressions, and character dynamics.)
INT. BLACK HAT MANSION – NIGHT
The mission has failed spectacularly. The lobby is full of smoke.
(covered in soot, smiling proudly)
Black Hat stands silently, trembling with pure, silent rage. His shadow writhes.
He teleports away in a burst of black flame.
A neon sign flickers: “THE MISCREANT’S MUG.”
Black Hat materializes at the entrance. The door opens on its own, terrified.
A smoky, neon-lit dive filled with monsters, henchmen, villainesses, and eldritch beings.
Everyone freezes when Black Hat enters.
He walks to the bar with slow, dramatic intensity.
He sits. The bartender gulps.
The first soft notes of “LOVE IN A BOTTLE” begin.
🎵 MUSIC CUE — BLACK HAT’S VERSE
(singing the Husk lines, but tired, irritated, elegant)
“Now, this is where I’m meant to be…”
He swirls a glass of dark purple liquor with a sigh.
“You know, it's been such a long time since I've been out on my own…”
Flug accidentally detonating a device
Demencia riding a missile
5.0.5 tripping and knocking them all over
“Bittersweet, to be so free and so alone…”
He drinks. First glass gone.
A few bar patrons (the “Huskettes”) cautiously slide closer, forming a chorus line at a safe distance.
“It kinda feels like the wrong time to feel sorry for myself…”
Black Hat looks into his reflection in the glass — briefly, he looks genuinely sad.
“Makes you wanna drink till you feel like you are someone else…”
He’s irritated but sober.
CHORUS – HUSKETTES & BLACK HAT
All the patrons join in, dancing in fear.
“Love in a bottle, love in a bottle—”
Black Hat taps the bar rhythmically with claws.
“Don’t need love when it comes in a bottle—”
He flicks a bottle. It spins in the air stylishly.
“Strut when you’re bluffing, double or nothing—”
He smirks — his confidence coming back.
“Lap it up, laugh it up, la la la la—”
He swirls shadows around his feet as spotlights snap on, turning the bar into a villain nightclub.
He’s still sober, just dramatic.
SECOND VERSE — BLACK HAT GETS LOOSER
“Get the top shelf, double rocks, pour the Scotch…”
Bartender’s hands shake as he pours.
Black Hat magically straightens the glass with telekinesis.
“I’ve missed the tune of tumblers clinkin’—”
He conjures floating glasses that clink perfectly on beat.
“Deal me in, kick the sin up a notch…”
He snaps — playing cards swirl around him in a storm.
“Divin’ in quicksand’s faster than sinkin’—”
A quicksand pit appears under a table — the villains scramble away.
The Huskettes harmonize louder.
Black Hat’s eyes glow faintly.
A slight slur begins, but he’s still in control.
He steps onto the bar — steady, confident.
He levitates dramatically as the bar lights flash red.
THIRD VERSE — THE EMOTIONAL CRACK
Black Hat takes a deeper drink.
but he’s visibly feeling it.
“Love is in the ice of the beholder…”
He conjures frost on the glass — it spells “IDIOTS.”
“Gin never lies or fucks you over…”
A soft, bitter laugh escapes him.
Some patrons exchange looks.
“It goes down the same every time…”
His shadow flickers unevenly.
“You need someone to hand your chips, go all in and abandon ship…”
He scoffs, rolling his eyes.
“Jumpin’ for the water and it’s all 100 proof—”
He nearly loses his balance, catches himself with telekinesis, pretends it was intentional.
He is tipsy now — maybe a little drunk — but not wasted yet.
FINAL CHORUS — BLACK HAT LOSES CONTROL
The Huskettes dance around him.
Black Hat chants with them, voice cracking between annoyance and emotion.
Still trying to stay intimidating.
“Don’t need love when it comes in a bottle—!”
He picks it up quickly, unsteady.
“Love in a bottle, love in a bottle…”
His eyes glassy, voice softer.
“Can’t have love when it comes in a bottle…”
He slumps onto the bar counter.
“Home in a bottle… numb in a bottle…”
“I don’t need nothin’ that’s not from a bottle…”
His head drops into his folded arms.
He lifts one finger weakly.
He drops face-first onto the bar.
Everyone sighs in relief — he’s too drunk to murder anyone.
Some villains tiptoe out.
Others fan him because he looks overheated.
The bartender takes a picture for proof Black Hat got drunk in public.
CUT TO: BLACK HAT MANSION
Black Hat teleports home in a messy swirl of black smoke — lands upside down on the floor.
This… is all… your fault.
Awww, he’s adorable when he’s drunk and depressed!
(softly tucks a blanket over him)
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