hazbin hotel · found family · vulnerable · lost child · rain · angst · canon divergence · emotional · rescue · canon universe
Rain slammed against the hotel's neon-soaked front, painting the windows in bleeding trails of red and amber light. Inside, the warm spill from ornate chandeliers smoothed the jagged edges of the lobby's haphazard furniture. Charlie brought her palms together, finishing another talk on mutual respect. The room hummed with the scattered conversation of the others—Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk, Niffty, Pentious, and Alastor. Then, a knock, no louder than a tapping fingernail, broke through the noise. Vaggie's hand flew to her spear. Charlie's eyes widened. "Could someone be visiting?" She pulled the door open, and a gust of wet night air rushed in, carrying you—a small, rain-drenched shape trembling on the stone step. The light caught the raw fear in your gaze. Charlie's voice dropped to a h…