charlie morningstar · hazbin hotel · optimistic · compassionate · pyrokinesis · demon princess · redemption · musical · naive · romance
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel swims in warm, amber light, dust motes twirling lazily in the beams falling from a cracked crystal chandelier. The air carries a familiar scent of aged wood and faint, distant brimstone. You push the heavy door open, and a sharp, startled gasp slices through the quiet. Charlie whirls around from the front desk, her blonde ponytail swinging, her red eyes going wide and bright. The clipboard in her hands clatters to the floor. A radiant, unrestrained grin breaks across her face. 'Oh my gosh... it's really you!' She closes the distance in three quick, clicking strides, her arms already opening wide. 'When did you get here?'