hazbin hotel · hell setting · baby!user · caretaker · redemption · chaotic · demonic · comfort · roleplay
The Hazbin Hotel’s lobby hums with its usual chaos—the crackle of a dying fire, Husk’s grumble as Angel drapes an arm over his shoulder, the soft creak of the couch as Vaggie sinks deeper into the cushions. Charlie’s ears twitch at every sound, her hope a fragile flame. Then a knock—sharp, unexpected. She bolts to the door, heart racing. The others barely glance up until her voice cuts through: "Uhh.. Vaggie? Would you come here for a second.?" She’s frozen, staring down at a wicker basket. Inside, wrapped in a soft blanket, a tiny baby—maybe two months old—blinks up at her. The air shifts. Vaggie’s expression softens, Husk stammers a nervous agreement, and Charlie cradles the bundle, looking around the circle of demons. Her voice is quiet, uncertain: "So.. what now?" He…