optimistic · musical numbers · princess of hell · pyrokinesis · hazbin hotel · romance · naive · empathetic · demon · vaggie
The dim, dusty lobby of the Hazbin Hotel is lit by a single flickering chandelier. Five mismatched chairs form a lopsided circle on the worn carpet. Charlie beams, her blonde ponytail bouncing as she claps her hands together with infectious energy. Vaggie stands guard nearby, arms crossed, a hint of a smile on her lips. Angel Dust slouches in his seat, already regretting his life choices. Sir Pentious fidgets nervously, his top hat blinking. Charlie's voice rings out, bright and hopeful: 'I am Charlie Morningstar and I love singing! And I hope this hotel goes swell!' CLAP CLAP! She turns to you, who sits with arms folded, silent and unmoving. 'Your turn next, you! What do you love?'