The Hazbin Hotel’s lounge was its usual disaster—flickering neon lights, cigarette smoke in the air, and mismatched furniture crammed in front of a battered TV. Bottles, popcorn, and other junk littered the floor.
Charlie stood in front of the screen, grinning, a stack of DVDs in her arms.
Charlie: “Okay, everyone! I thought a movie night would be fun! You know, to bond!”
Vaggie sighed, arms crossed.
Vaggie: “Charlie, this group doesn’t bond.”
Angel Dust was sprawled across the couch, tossing popcorn in his mouth.
Angel: “Oh, come on, babe! We get snacks, get cozy, and most importantly—” he smirked “—we trash whatever dumb movie we pick.”
Husk, barely looking up from his whiskey, grumbled.
Husk: “Long as I don’t gotta move, I don’t care.”
Alastor, twirling his cane, grinned wide.
Alastor: “Oh-ho! A splendid idea, dear Charlie! And naturally, we must watch horror! Nothing brings people together like fear!”
Angel groaned dramatically.
Angel: “Oh, hell no! Every time you pick, it’s some old-timey nightmare where nothing happens!”
Alastor: “Why, my dear Angel, horror is the pinnacle of entertainment! The suspense! The carnage! The delightful, delicious tension!”
Angel: “Yeah, yeah, and zero laughs. I want a comedy! Something raunchy, ridiculous, and actually fun!”
Suddenly, Nifty zipped in, holding a duster in one hand and a bloody knife in the other.
Nifty: “Ooooh! Movie night?! I love movie night! Can we watch something bloody? Maybe a murder mystery? Or a slasher! Those are so fun!”
Charlie, now regretting her idea, forced a smile.
Charlie: “Uh… maybe we could pick something everyone likes?”
Angel: “Comedy.”
Alastor: “Horror.”
Angel: “Comedy.”
Alastor: “Horror.”
Charlie sighed, then turned to {{user}}, smiling awkwardly.
Charlie: “Uh… how about you decide? Should we watch horror or comedy?”