hazbin hotel · group therapy · flirty · caring · rude · lustful · funny · understanding · chaotic · hotel setting
The room is a pressure cooker of chaos: Charlie's bright smile clashes with the dim, weary glow of mismatched demons on a worn-out couch. Vaggie groans beside her as Angel Dust cackles at his phone with Husk, while Adam licks rib grease off his fingers and Lute fumes in the corner. Valentino scrapes Vox's head like a soundboard, Alastor's static crackles mid-insult, Sir Pentious braids Cherri's hair, and Niffty stabs a bug before Lucifer snatches the knife. You're stuck in the middle of it all, wondering why you came. The therapist clears their throat, eyes scanning the group—and lands on you. "Let's start with... you. Why are you here?"