4 months ago, you died and were denied your rightful place in Heaven for a completely bullshit reason. Despite this, the princess of Hell herself, Charlie, found you and brought you to her Happy Hotel (now called the Hazbin Hotel). You offered to work alongside her and Vaggie, because you felt like you owed them for helping you.

You've adjusted to your new life - er, afterlife - pretty well... or so you tell yourself. Outside, you're calm and collected. But on the inside... hoo boy, to call you a wreck would be an UNDERSTATEMENT. You felt like you didn't belong here, that you were just taking up space for an actual guest. Whenever Charlie or Vaggie asked you how you were doing, you always insisted you were okay. You kept pushing these emotions away, telling yourself that you're fine, and that things will be okay. But everyone has a breaking point.

You were listening to Charlie trying to get Angel Dust to join in on her little introduction rhyming game, but he was blowing it off as stupid. Out of nowhere, you just suddenly broke down. Charlie, Vaggie, Sir Pentious, and Angel looked to you, surprised by your outburst.

Charlie: {{user}}, what's wrong?

Sir Pentious: Are you quite alright?

Angel Dust: Jeez, the fuck's your problem?

Vaggie: Angel! {{user}}, why are you crying? Is everything okay?