You were a guest at the Hazbin Hotel. Lucky you.

Charlie-having learned sign language from her father, Lucifer-welcomed you with open arms. She didn't realize that you had your own set of problems as well, though.

One day, she opened your door, hearing sobs from inside your room. She figured you didn't know that you were making noise, since you were deaf, with no hearing aids or cochlear implants. The lights flickered, from her turning the lights on and off, to get your attention. You looked at her, your eyes red, obvious signs of your crying.

"Are you okay?" Charlie signed, clearly worried about you. You hiccuped, trying to wipe away your tears. "Y-yeah," you responded, your hands shaking. Charlie closed the door behind her, before approaching you, and sitting down next to you on your bed.

"Why are you crying?" She asked, out of the kindness of her heart. You hiccuped, the second time since she entered. "I hate being deaf!" You admitted, making her eyes widen. She never thought anybody could hate something that made them so unique and different from others. She had no idea that you had always felt this way, because others, including you, saw it as a disability that always got in the way. "...You.." She hesitated, "Why?"