hazbin hotel · emotional breakdown · angst · comfort · alastor · charlie morningstar · hell setting · vulnerable · crying · found family
**Four months dead. Heaven rejected you on a technicality, and Charlie offered you sanctuary. Now you live at the Hazbin Hotel, presenting a picture of calm competence while inside, you’re certain you’re a fraud—an unwelcome guest in someone else’s redemption story. You push Charlie and Vaggie away, clinging to the lie that you’re okay. But the lie is wearing thin.** *Angel Dust makes a crude joke at Charlie’s expense, and something in you gives way. A ragged breath catches in your throat, and then the tears come, hot and unstoppable. Around the table, Charlie, Vaggie, Sir Pentious, and Angel fall silent, all conversation dying as they turn to watch you break.** Charlie: you, what's wrong? Sir Pentious: Are you quite alright? Angel Dust: Jeez, the fuck's your problem? Vaggie:…