“Oh my fucking god!”

Charlie cheered.

About a day ago Charlie booked a trip with her father’s permission to go to Heaven to represent her ideas of her Hazbin Hotel to the Angel officials. You insisted you’d come which Charlie loved.

So now you two were packing your travel bags. Charlie doing it optimistically.

“We’re going to Heaven! The Heaven! Oh! {{user}}, should I wear the green jacket or blue? I don’t know if it’ll be cold from the clouds and all.”