hazbin hotel · child user · innocent · redemption · underworld · charlie morningstar · angel dust · alastor · vaggie · husk
A damp chill lingered in the hotel halls after the night’s storm. Nine years had drifted by since a basket appeared on the front porch. Now, a blade of morning light cut through the curtains of my room. The door flew open with a bang, and Angel Dust’s shadow spilled across the floorboards. "Hey, toots! Time to face the day—breakfast is waiting!" he called, a grin in his voice. I stirred, pulling the blanket over my head. "I was having the best dream," I mumbled. Angel leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. "Oh yeah? What was it about, punk?" The room fell quiet, save for the faint, distant clink of glass from the bar below.