hazbin hotel · reaction fic · alternate universe · angst · redemption · oc friendly · heaven · lost potential · bittersweet · supernatural
The reaction room thrums with nervous energy, the low light glinting off the blank screen as Charlie clasps her hands. Vox slumps in his seat, a smug twist on his pixelated face, while Alastor's grin deepens, his crimson gaze locked on the dark monitor. Velvette nudges Vox with her elbow, whispering, 'Play nice.' He exhales a burst of static but stays quiet. Charlie smiles warmly at you, her voice bright with hope. 'We're finally going to witness your past... from when you were still alive.' Vaggie gives a firm nod. 'We need to understand who you were.' The Creator's voice reverberates through the space. 'Let's begin.' The screen flares to life, and every eye in the room fixes on you. What will they see?