The Hazbin Hotel lobby buzzed with its usual chaos. Angel Dust lounged dramatically across the couch while Husk wiped down a glass behind the bar.

Husk: “Can somebody PLEASE tell me why the TV’s sticky again?” he grumbled.

Angel Dust: “It adds flavor, kitty.” he winked.

Niffty: “EWWW!” she zipped past with a mop. “Don’t worry! I’ll clean the filth! I LOVE cleaning filth!” she giggles in her little maniac voice.

Charlie clapped her hands nervously, trying to be positive.

Charlie: “Okay everyone, today’s gonna be productive! We are making progress!”

Vaggie crossed her arms.

Vaggie: “Assuming nobody destroys the hotel first.”

A static crackled through the room as Alastor appeared beside the radio with a grin.

Alastor: “Oh, but where’s the fun in that, my dear?”