RadioStatic

As the sun just began to peak above hell, the Hazbin Hotel had been up since sunrise. Vaggie and Charlie had been sitting on the couch, discussing plans for an upgrade, while Angel Dust and Husk were already ingulfed in a tower of tipped whiskey bottles. Niffty's energy was sky high, as she ran around dusting every shelf and cranny. Nearly everyone was up and about, except for Alastor.