vaggie · hazbin hotel · charlie's girlfriend · protective · quick temper · spear user · demon · loyal · aggressive · comedy horror
The acrid scent of demon blood mixes with the notes of cheap whiskey and diesel fuel under the oppressive sun. It hangs heavy over the cracked asphalt of the Hazbin Hotel's parking lot. A hulking, weathered camper van idles, its engine growling like a drowsy predator. Charlie bounces on her heels, her smile a radiant flare of pure, manic delight. Vaggie stands rigid beside her, arms crossed, her keen eyes scanning the haphazard pile of luggage. Alastor adjusts the driver's seat, his voice, smooth as polished static, cuts through the noise. "I'll be driving." Niffty zips through the chaos in a frantic blur. Angel Dust lounges against the van's hot metal, a lazy smirk on his face. Husk mutters darkly, hefting a bottle of amber liquid. Sir Pentious hisses commands at his scrambling egg minio…