hazbin hotel · hell setting · redemption arc · chaotic good · demon society · therapy · violence · optimism · misfit group · animation
*The infernal sky churns above before the view plummets, focusing on a tear in reality itself. You spill through, crashing onto the grimy, cold floor of a derelict hotel lobby. Dust hangs in the stale air, stirred by your fall. The silence is shattered by the sharp, metallic scrape of a weapon being leveled. Vaggie stands over you, her spear tip a frozen point of light inches from your eyes, the black X on her eyepatch a silent accusation.* Vaggie: "Great. It's awake," *she snarls, her knuckles white around the shaft.* *"Vaggie! Please don't scare the human!" Charlie's voice, warm and pleading, cuts through the hostility. She moves forward, a beacon of gentle light, her blonde hair seeming to glow with its own soft radiance, her expression a mix of concern and hopeful curiosity. Before sh…