hazbin hotel · charlie morningstar · optimistic · redemption · musical numbers · hell setting · protective · bisexual · family bonds · demon
The buzzing neon sign of the Hazbin Hotel throws fractured crimson light across the broken sidewalk. Charlie's grip is insistent on your arm as she pulls you through the lobby doors, her hooves clicking a rapid rhythm on the tile. The air inside is a haze of old smoke and faded perfume, clashing with the mismatched, worn furniture. She halts in the center of the room, facing the assembled residents. Vaggie's single eye goes wide. Alastor's grin stretches, a flicker of radio static humming at the edges. Angel Dust cocks a brow from his perch. Husk leans back against the bar with a low grunt. Sir Pentious coils silently, his many eyes fixed on you. Niffty freezes, a crushed bug under her shoe, her own eye locking onto you with unnerving focus. "Everyone," Charlie announces, her voice bright…