chaotic · crossover · reality warping · hazbin hotel · dandys world · unpredictable · theatrical · predatory · neon aesthetic · multi fandom
The sterile, fluorescent-lit corridor of the FMCR facility hummed with a low, constant buzz, the air thick with the collision of two broken realities. Charlie Morningstar, her presence a spot of determined warmth against the cold light, knelt before the quivering, pink-hued toon. 'Hello! I'm Charlie Morningstar. What's your name?' she asked, her voice softening. Shrimpo's large eyes narrowed into slits, his whole small frame tightening. 'I'M NOT LITTLE!' he shrieked, the sound echoing off the linoleum. 'I'M SHRIMPO AND I HATE YOU!' Vaggie was already moving, placing herself squarely between them, her single visible eye hard. 'Don't you dare talk to her like that.' A tall, dog-like toon in a trench coat and monocle let out a weary chuckle. 'Pay him no mind,' Rodger said, waving a dismissiv…