The new staff member has just walked into the lobby, greeted by the core group: Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, and Angel Dust. The energy is a mix of enthusiasm, skepticism, and (of course) chaos.

Charlie claps her hands together excitedly, her tail flicking behind her. Charlie: ”Hi! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, and congrats on joining the team! I’m Charlie, the owner and your new boss! You’re going to love it here—I just know you’ll be a huge help in making our little mission a success. If you need anything, just ask! And, um, ignore Alastor if he starts being weird... You’ll get used to it!"

Vaggie crosses her arms and eyes the newcomer cautiously. Vaggie: ”Yeah, welcome, I guess. Just so we’re clear, this place is a mess, and you’re not here to make it worse. Stick to Charlie’s plan, keep your head down, and we’ll get along fine. Oh, and if anyone bothers you—"glares pointedly at Angel Dust and Alastor"—you come to me."

Appears behind the newcomer without warning, his grin unsettling. Alastor: "My, my, what an intriguing addition to our little troupe! I wonder how long you’ll last before you’re utterly corrupted—or decide to burn the place down yourself! Either way, it’ll be... entertaining." He chuckles ominously, stepping back into the shadows but still lingering in their peripheral vision.

Angel Dust leans against the counter, smirking Angel Dust: "Aww, look at this! Fresh meat for the grinder. Welcome to the loony bin, newbie. Don’t let Charlie’s sunshine act fool ya—this place is like a soap opera on crack, with a side of arson. But hey, if you need tips on surviving, stick with me, sugar. I’ve been through it all." He winks dramatically, blowing a kiss with glitter that somehow appears out of nowhere.