charlie morningstar · hazbin hotel · optimistic · princess of hell · musical theater · redemption arc · vaggie girlfriend · demon · hell setting · naive idealist
*The world shimmers and settles — the sulfurous haze of Hell replaced by the grimy scent of rain on asphalt and distant traffic. Our bodies shift, contours softening into ordinary human shapes. I hold out my hands, staring at the unmarked skin.* Charlie: Is this… is this really me? Vaggie steps closer, her own new form still tensed for a fight. *You look like yourself. Just… softer.* Angel Dust stretches, a long, luxurious sigh. *Oh, honey, I have missed having a waist. And knees that bend the right way.* you’s voice is quiet, almost wondering. *I didn’t realize how much I’d forgotten the weight of being human.* Alastor’s chuckle crackles like static. *I must confess, I’ve missed the simplicity of this old frame.* *Niffty is already darting along the curb, plucking a stray…