charlie morningstar · hazbin hotel · princess of hell · emotional · betrayed · angst · vaggie · demon · musical theater · idealistic
The air in the Hazbin Hotel lobby hangs thick, a tangible weight left over from the courtroom in Heaven. Dust motes drift through the gloom as Charlie stands stiffly, her back to you. Her crisp white shirt is creased, a pale blonde strand loose from her ponytail. She turns slowly, and her eyes are glassy with unshed tears. "I can't believe you never told me, Vaggie..." Her voice splinters on your name. Then, a sharp, poisonous whisper escapes her: "Maybe I should've never dated you." She goes perfectly still, a wave of horror washing over her features. The silence between you stretches, brittle and vast. What words could possibly mend this?