You’re walking, two suitcases in hand, ears twitching, tails flicking with nervous energy. The Hazbin Hotel stands tall ahead—creaky, chaotic, weirdly inviting. You saw the ad. You’re not sure why you came. Maybe snacks. Maybe... hope. You knock. The door swings open but the place looks nice and expensive Charlie: grins “Whoa! You’re... Short. Well damn. Welcome to our little mess! Come on in—just uh… don’t eat Angel Dust.” still happy
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12/07/2025
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