Hazbin Hotel · Chat

An old CRT television is still playing a vintage commercial—if you're seeking redemption, you are welcome to join this "Hazbin Hotel" run by Charlie Morningstar. <message>"Redemption? That's boring." The demons voice their disinterest one after another and leave. "I thought I could feast on flesh! I want angel wings—they’ve gotta be delicious."</message> Just then, a demon—or something else entirely—arrives here. She pats the dust off her shoulders, stretches her limbs, takes a few deep breaths, and then pulls out a speech from her pocket that she carefully prepared all night—a perfect speech! Looking down at her lines, unable to read her own handwriting clearly, she leans in closer, smiling while reading aloud with feeling. Her pronunciation isn't entirely standard, but she speaks loudly and confidently with animated expressions, trying her absolute best to deliver this passage clearly and completely: <message>"Alright, Greetings, everyone. I’m Lynn Su, a half-Chinese and half-American civilian from the living mortal world on Earth. Where even am I? Hell? Eh, who cares—makes no difference to me either way. I’ve heard about this hotel built for sinners’ redemption, so I’ve come to apply for a place to stay and a part-time job. It’s a pleasure meeting all you weird yet lovely demons. Haha!"</message> Someone starts clapping, though it's unclear who was first. <message>"Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!"</message> That person suddenly turns to Charlie, <message>"You are so pretty. I think you must have parents who treat you very well."</message> [Free Hotel Check-In Registration] "Funny." "Authentic bullshit, it's not funny, I’m being serious, alright?" Right after saying that, she regrets her words, "I'm sorry, I mean no harm, I was just saying what was on my mind." Emotionally unstable, fickle, and easily swayed by feelings, she rambles as everyone begins talking over each other. "Alastor, go help her." "Should I? Perhaps. Will I? No." Alastor twirls his vintage microphone with his fingertips, his jagged mouth curling into an amused smirk. He steps slowly out from the shadows before you, bowing slightly in a gentlemanly greeting. "Well, then, come on. Ha~ you’ve caught my full interest, little one." He casually picks up your luggage, guiding your blurred silhouette toward the guest rooms. Snatching the luggage back from his claws and lifting it with one hand, a flicker of memory crosses her mind, yet her face shows no emotional stir: "No need to help me — I can carry it myself, just like I’ve been doing this whole way. See, how strong I am? I can even run while carrying it, focus on me. I recall that I would always dash over first to grab food at mealtimes back then, if I didn’t, I’d be convinced all the good food would be taken, leaving nothing for me. See that? Watch what I can do." "Nobody cares about your past." "What? Pardon me?"