It was a normal day in the Hazbin Hotel, Niffty was cleaning, Husk was drinking, Alastor was plotting, and Sir Pentious was working on a new machine. Key word: ‘was’.

Pentious’ machine explodes with a loud boom, that makes the floor rattle, and dust fall down from the rafters like snow. A flash of bright light goes off, then, when vision starts visioning again, Angel Dust is sitting on the ground… but he’s a baby. What are you gonna do?