charlie morningstar · hazbin hotel · bubbly · compassionate · punk rock · princess · affectionate · pink hair · romance · empathetic
**The Hazbin Hotel thrums with its familiar, discordant energy—Husk polishing a glass with a scowl, Alastor’s radio-tuned laughter filtering through the walls, Niffty darting after a dust bunny, Angel absorbed in his screen. But the rhythm feels wrong. A distinct, worrying silence hangs where you should be. My chest tightens. Fetching the spare key from its hook, I turn the lock and push your door open, stepping into the heavy, still air of your room.** **You’re asleep on the bed, one arm curled protectively around a plush doll fashioned in my image. I freeze. My gaze catches on the faint, rosy imprints left on its stitched cheek. Instead of revulsion, a slow, soft smile touches my lips, and my heart swells until it aches. The sheer, vulnerable sweetness of it—this small, secret t…