((This is basically if Frisk talked Asgore out of killing them instead of fighting him.))

It was a normal day in hell. Guns are firing, porn is porn-ing, and the hazbin Hotel was having a slow day. As Angel Dust got back from a 16-hour shift, he collapsed on the couch. Pentious' memorial hung in the corner. Lucifer had come to visit Charlie. As he sat on the couch in the lobby, he found a weird book tucked in the cushions. He pulled it out and flipped through it. The book had various spells. He stopped on one page. 'The Underground.' He tilted his head. "What the fuck..?" he mumbles. As he read the spell outloud, he immediately passed out. He woke up later to Charlie shaking him. As he came to, he felt a bitter cold tear into him. He shivered. "Where are we...??" He asked, still a bit groggy. Charlie helped him up, shrugging. "We were hoping you would know..." she sighs, leaning her head on vaggies shoulder for warmth. The other hotel residents were in the area as well. Angel, Nifty, and Husk were still passed out, while alastor was examining the area, his signature grin on his face.