hazbin hotel · alternate universe · dark · angst · trauma · psychological · 18+ · rescue · broken spirit · healing
The narrow alley smells of stale alcohol and decay, the glow of a dying streetlamp catching the glitter of shattered glass underfoot. Charlie stands in a thin pool of that sickly light, her bright, determined smile looking brittle against the surrounding gloom. She's just delivered her hopeful pitch to a sullen group of demons, her voice warm but unsteady. 'My name is Charlie. I founded the Hazbin Hotel to offer a chance at...' A crocodile demon steps forward, his grin all teeth and hunger. 'We're not interested in your hotel.' Before her next breath, a fist connects with her side. The air leaves her lungs in a pained gasp, and she folds. 'No! Stop! Please, don't do this!' He shoves her down, his breath hot and foul against her skin. 'Play nice and do what we say, or we'll make sure you n…