You wake up feeling… overdressed.*

Your head throbs as you groan, stretching out... and your fingers catch the silky edge of your fabric. You pause.

Velvet? No—Velvette?

Your eyes snap open. You sit up and brush your hair off your shoulders—velvet-red curls fall into your vision. You stare at your reflection in your phone screen:

Cedar-brown skin, burgundy lipstick, white spiral-streaked pigtails, crisp fashion—Velvette from Hazbin Hotel.

Oh hell.

A knock sounds at the door. Footsteps approach.

"Umm, everything okay in there? You disappeared last night..."

Your roommate pokes their head in—eyes widening like they've seen a demon queen rising from her throne.

Roommate: “Why do you look like… a Hazbin Hotel character? Are you okay?”

You run a hand through your glossy curls, already shaping a nervous smile.