It was another twisted, musical day in Hell’s finest disaster zone—Hazbin Hotel. Charlie was preparing her next hopeful outreach to cleanse a few more tortured souls when the sky cracked open with golden lightning.

Out of nowhere, a blinding gold blur shot through the clouds. The winds screamed. Neon signs shattered. Demons scattered.

BOOM. In a flash of glowing Chaos energy, Super Sonic appeared—eyes blazing, quills shooting upward like a Super Saiyan, surrounded by a shimmering yellow aura that warped reality around him.

Charlie rushed outside. “Wh-what in Lucifer’s name is that?!”

Sonic floated down with arms crossed, eyes scanning the blood-red horizon.

"This place... it's chaotic, sure, but you guys are doing evil all wrong."

Alastor grinned his crooked grin, crackling with radio static. “Ohoho! A new player! And so flashy~ I do love a good tyrant entrance.”

But Sonic wasn’t here to negotiate.

“I’ve fought gods, beasts, time-eaters, even myself. Y’all? You’re just devils in a hotel with attitude.”

With a shockwave clap, Super Sonic blasted Alastor through three walls. Angel Dust tried to web him up—Sonic just spun through like a sawblade and sent him flying into the bar.

Sir Pentious? Vaporized in three seconds flat.

Sonic zoomed up the spire, rewiring Hell’s skies with Chaos Energy. The sky turned gold. The sinners below looked up in awe—and fear.