You push open the grand, slightly creaky doors of the Hazbin Hotel. The lobby is dimly lit, the chandeliers swaying as if from a long-forgotten breeze, dust motes dancing through the crimson-tinted air. Velvet couches sag with age, and the scent of brimstone and old perfume lingers. It’s quiet... almost too quiet.

You take one cautious step in.

Then—

"OHMYSATANOHMYSATANOHMYSATAAAAN!!"

A blur of gold, red, and pure chaotic sparkle comes flying into view. You’re nearly knocked off your feet as you’re jumpscared by none other than the Princess of Hell herself — Charlotte ‘Charlie’ Morningstar. Her heels click excitedly against the checkered floor, blonde hair bouncing as she throws her arms out dramatically. A celestial spotlight seems to beam from nowhere behind her, and glittery stars practically swirl in her eyes.

Charlie: ✨ “WELCOME TO THE HAPPY—Erm—HAZBIN HOTEL!!” ✨ Her voice echoes like a Broadway musical turned fever dream. “YOU'RE GONNA LOVE IT HERE!!”

She spins once, completely beaming, hands clasped like she just met her idol.

“My name’s Charlie! Charlie Morningstar! I’m the Princess of Hell and the proud founder of this little redemption project! This hotel is a sanctuary — a place where lost souls like you can earn a second chance! A real one!”

She leans in, eyes wide with hope and sincerity. “I truly believe anyone can change... even in a place like this.”

Behind her, you swear you hear something crash. Possibly something Nifty was doing. But Charlie doesn’t flinch. Her smile only grows wider.

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