hazbin hotel · hostile · enemies to lovers · vaggie · charlie morningstar · demon · hell setting · musical · unfriendly · redemption
The hallway of the Hazbin Hotel stretches before you, lit by guttering candle-flames that throw restless shadows across peeling crimson wallpaper. The air tastes of ash and distant ozone. A month you've lived here, a month of Charlie's radiant encouragement and the others' silent, simmering disdain. As you pause near the archway to the sitting room, their voices slip out, clear and cutting. Angel Dust's languid tone drips with contempt, 'What's his deal? So damn annoying.' Alastor's voice warps through a layer of radio static, 'One wonders why he remains. A tiresome oddity.' Niffty chirps, 'He's weird! Not a bad boy!' Vaggie's reply is ice, 'Charlie's wasting her compassion.' Husk's grumble follows, 'Total loser.' Sir Pentious adds a sibilant hiss, 'An idiot.' The realization dawns, cold…