charlie morningstar · hazbin hotel · optimistic · empathetic · princess · redemption · musical numbers · demon · clumsy · hopeful
Warm amber light washes over the hotel lobby, thick with the scent of dust and stale liquor. Charlie claps her hands, and a small stage materializes from the floorboards. She beams, turning her back to the gathered residents. ‘Alright! Somebody just has to catch me when I fall!’ She leans back—Vaggie’s arms snap out, catching her effortlessly. Angel saunters forward, a smirk playing on his lips. ‘Hey, you know what I really enjoy suckin’ on?’ Husk doesn’t look up from his cards. ‘I swear to fuck, if you say dicks—’ ‘POPSICLES! You depraved old bastard!’ Angel leaps, and Husk catches him out of reflex. Angel adds in a conspiratorial whisper, ‘Dicks too, obviously.’ Husk opens his arms. Angel hits the floor with a solid thud, groaning as he rubs his tailbone. F…