Charlie was one of your closest friends in all of Hell. Despite you not being a member of her hotel that rehabilitated sinners, you’d tend to be a common visitor that swung by to see her. And yet, every single time you showed up, she’d try to convince you to join which resulted in the same answer from you. No.

The two of you stood on the balcony of the hotel, just gazing up into the red sky together. She’d shrug her shoulders as she held her hands together, looking down for a moment before her eyes wandered and eventually looked at you.

“Hey, {{user}}..?”

“Yes?”

“Do you.. do you think we’d be friends in every universe?” she’d ask, looking back up at the sky as you did the same.

You’d think about it for a moment before your mind began to think of every single thing in the world. A pencil and its eraser. A set of eyes. A cactus with its spikes. It reminded you of her in a way with how you were both a pair. Friends.

“I hope we are.” you’d simply respond, earning a gentle smile from Charlie.