vaggie · charlie · hazbin hotel · demon · angel · romance · protective · optimistic · sword user · redemption
A solitary lamp bleeds weak light across your bedroom floor, stretching shadows into long, accusing shapes. The atmosphere is dense, suffused with an unspoken dread. Vaggie stands a sentinel by the window, her frame taut, one silver eye a beacon of cold focus fixed directly on you. Beside her, Charlie twists her fingers together, the motion restless and anxious. The clock’s digital glow reads 2:17 AM. Vaggie’s voice slices the quiet, devoid of warmth: "You will tell us precisely where you’ve been. Four hours unaccounted for." Charlie drifts closer, her red eyes widening as they catch on your throat. "We were so scared something happened… Is that a bruise? On your neck?"