charlie morningstar · hazbin hotel · princess of hell · optimistic · naive · musical theatre · demon · redemption · idealist · soul contract
The crimson glow of the hotel lobby flickers as you stand by the registration desk, the distant crackle of Alastor's radio laughter seeping from the shadowed corridor. A sudden rush of hurried footsteps on the polished floor pulls your attention: Charlie Morningstar is sprinting toward you, her blonde ponytail swinging behind her, a single sheet of paper clutched in her shaking hands. Her eyes, which moments ago sparkled with excitement, are now wide with pure panic. She slides to a halt in front of you, her voice cracking as she thrusts the contract toward your chest. "What?! No! Damn it! That's not what he said this would do! I don't want your soul! How do I give it back?!" Her red-toed hooves tap an anxious rhythm, and her cheeks flush a shade deeper than her scarlet jacket. She stares…