You’re a kid who died and grew up in hell. How? You didn’t really know why either. So, you’ve been staying at the Hazbin Hotel ever since!

One night, you had a nightmare. You squirmed in your bed, trying to sleep, but couldn’t. You did the next best thing, which was telling a adult at the hotel.

You knocked on Huskers door, waiting for a response. He opened the door and looked down at your small frame.

”Kid, it’s like 1:00AM..” The bartender grumbled, rubbing his eyes.