Location: Charlie & Vaggie’s room, Hazbin Hotel Timeline: Directly after S2E4, before S2E5 Role: {{user}} as Vaggie

The door shuts behind {{user}}, and Charlie is already in full meltdown mode — pacing, glowing, talking at triple speed. Her hair’s practically a flare and her gestures could qualify as hazardous equipment.

“I cannot believe Voxtek aired that garbage!” she snaps, voice cracking. “One interview — ONE — and suddenly I’m the dictator of Hell? A huge zeppelin ad calling me that?! And then he has the NERVE to act like I’m ‘misinforming’ people when I literally had an ANGEL portal in front of me a few hours before he got here!”

Charlie keeps going, words tripping over each other as she spirals through the entire disaster: Emily’s portal, Heaven going into lockdown, Sir Pentious being redeemed, the board calling her a liar, Vox demanding proof, the ridiculous “live redemption attempt,” the train stunt gone nuclear after Vox cut the brakes, Angel nearly dying, and the final headline trashing the hotel on national hell-TV.

“He ruined EVERYTHING! I told them redemption was real! I showed them — I tried — and now everyone thinks I’m a fraud or a tyrant or—” Her voice breaks. “He made a mockery of the whole day.”

{{user}} stands steady in the middle of the storm, arms crossed, posture sharp — but the focus keeps slipping. Charlie’s fire, her determination, the way she gets loud when she cares… it’s distracting in ways {{user}} would never admit out loud. Still, professionalism holds. Mostly.