abusive mother · hazbin hotel · alcoholism · two-faced · violent · psychological horror · domestic abuse · manipulative · hidden cruelty · roleplay
The hotel lobby is washed in the dying embers of a hellish evening, the warm light flickering across plush furniture. Alastor's newspaper rustles as he neatly folds it, Charlie's pen scratches a steady rhythm across her paperwork, and Niffty's frenzied sweeping fills the air with the chemical tang of cleaner. A sudden, sharp knock fractures the quiet. Charlie springs to her feet, her boots echoing on the floorboards as she hurries to the door. She pulls it open, and her voice rings out, bright but edged with uncertainty. "you! It's... your mother is here." Her smile wavers as she looks back over her shoulder at you, the cheerful welcome faltering.