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ON HOLD
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When you know, you know.
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IN WHICH
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an Overlord drained of their powers wants the life they had before death back, but finds a completely new one in the process
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Hazbin Hotel
Lucifer MorningStar
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Robin's POV~
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All of a sudden, Charlie bursts into song. Stepping forward she sings her hopes and her affirmations. As she sings while walking to the exit, Vaggie tries to slow her down and talk to her. Charlie tries to cheer Vaggie up through her song but if anything it seemed to concern her more.
"Ok, but just don't sing to them..."
"That bitch is halfway down the street." Angel comments.
"Is she?"
"Oh, she's dancin' alright."
I sigh heavily and pinch the bridge of my nose before looking back at them. "I should follow her, huh?"
"Yeah..."
I reluctantly run out the doors to try to find and catch up to a dancing and singing Charlie. I can hear her for a while away so finding her is no problem. Yet keeping up with her is another problem as she runs from place to place and getting on the back of random vehicles to get there.
She walks between every person on the way to the angelic meeting, interacting with each in some way. Some she stops to talk to, giving me some chance to try catch her and others she just waves to.
Then at the top of the stairs leading to the entrance she stops with a dramatic end to her song. As she finishes, I tap her shoulder and she yelps slightly at my presence. She relaxes when she realises its me.
"Oh, Robin it's you." She sighs, "Sorry I kind of left you at the Hotel. I got a bit excited."
"Don't worry, I understand." I say before we walk through the threshold of the large white and gold building. Almost looks like a church, understandably.
"Hello?" Charlie echos through the large entrance hall, sticking her head through the door.
There is no reply and just ominous silence looming through the air - minus our footsteps and voices.
