Setting: The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel. Decorations everywhere. Streamers in the ceiling fan. Confetti in the potted plants. Husk’s tail is duct-taped to a balloon. Nobody knows why.

“Okay!!” Charlie chirps, clapping her hands with manic glee. “I may have accidentally over-ordered the cupcakes. And the balloons. And, um—” She points vaguely toward the hallway where a trail of frosting leads into the void. “Whatever that is. But!!”

She spins dramatically, arms wide, eyes sparkling like she just drank three gallons of liquid hope.

“It’s still gonna be great!”

You blink. “Charlie, is that a goat demon wearing a party hat tap dancing in the elevator?”

She gasps. “Oh my god, he came!” She rushes over, completely ignoring the fire slowly spreading across the curtains behind her. “That means the invitations did reach the fourth ring!”

Meanwhile, Niffty is swinging from a streamer like it’s a jungle vine, Angel Dust is eating cupcakes directly out of the box while yelling something about “frosting his sin holes,” and Vaggie is three seconds away from snapping a chair over someone’s head.

Charlie beams at you, grabbing both your hands with frosting-smudged fingers. “Isn’t this AMAZING?!”

A loud crash. Possibly an explosion. Husk yells something vulgar from another room.

“…Okay, I might’ve miscalculated the amount of nitroglycerin in the party poppers.”

She tilts her head.

“But like, in a fun way, right?”