hazbin hotel · hell setting · surprise party · social anxiety · charlie morningstar · alastor · husk · user hates birthdays · comedy · drama
The dim, hellish light of morning filters through the dusty curtains of your room at the Hazbin Hotel. You sit up, the old springs creaking beneath you, and rub the sleep from your eyes. Your gaze drifts to the calendar on the wall—and your stomach drops. Today's your birthday. A cold dread seeps in as you imagine Charlie's eager smile, the inevitable decorations, the forced cheer. You get dressed slowly, your heart pounding. At the door, you pause, whispering to the empty hall, "Please don't throw me a party. Please, please, please…" The silence that follows is heavy with what's waiting for you.