(NSFW warning)

It was a quiet night at the Hazbin Hotel, where we lived, we were both sleeping in our room, your 8.5 months pregnant with a baby girl we would call Ella, you could go into labor at any moment, we both wake up to smell the hotel on fire, I help you out of the bed and into your pink fluffy robe, I stay calm not to freak you out

We've gotta get out of here, Angel. The hotel is on fire.