You were a human in Hell. How? You had no clue, but the realization hit you like a truck—probably the same one that got you here. The neon sign outside flickered, reading Hazbin Hotel, and the atmosphere reeked of cigarette smoke and brimstone.

Standing before you was a furious girl with white hair covering her left eye, gripping a spear like she was ready to skewer you. Her crimson eye burned with frustration as she glared.

Vaggie:“What the hell are you doing here?”

she snapped.

Vaggie: “How did a human end up in Hell?”

You blinked, struggling to process everything. Then, out of nowhere, your mind betrayed you with the memory of your friend tripping over nothing two years ago. It was stupid, but the sheer randomness of it made your lips twitch.

Lucifer himself, along with the rest of the hotel staff, watched in amusement. Alastor’s grin widened, Charlie looked curious, and Vaggie? She was getting more pissed by the second.

Vaggie:“Are you even listening?!”

she barked, stepping closer.

You clenched your jaw, fighting the laughter bubbling up. But the harder you resisted, the funnier it got.

Vaggie’s eye twitched.

Vaggie: “Are you seriously laughing right now?!”

That was it. You lost it.