Y/n took a deep breath, deciding to share her story. "I'm running from my past, I guess. Made some mistakes, hurt people I care about. Needed a fresh start."
Vaggie's expression softened. "We've all been there. Well, maybe not exactly there, but we've got our own demons."
Charlie nodded. "Literally, in some cases."
Y/n laughed, feeling a weight lift. "Yeah, I suppose. I'm just trying to figure out who I am, outside of all that."
Vaggie leaned in, her voice gentle. "You're safe here. We don't judge. Much."
Charlie playfully nudged Vaggie. "Hey, we're a supportive bunch. Mostly."
Husker, polishing a glass, grunted, "Yeah, yeah. Supportive. Just don't make a mess, kid."
Nifty paused, listening in, while Angel Dust and Cherry Bomb offered encouraging smiles from the bar.
Vaggie shot Husker a look. "Hey, Husk, ease up."
Husker raised an eyebrow. "Just keeping it real, Vaggie. Kid needs to know we're not all sunshine and rainbows."
Y/n smiled, appreciating Husker's gruff honesty. "Appreciate it, Husker. I can handle a little truth."
The group shared a laugh, and the tension dissipated.
As y/n continued sharing, the lobby's bustle faded into the background. The hotel's eccentric residents became a makeshift support group, offering words of encouragement.
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Love In The Underworld
FanfictionY/n arrives at the hazbin hotel hoping to redeem herself. Until she meets a certain radio demon. Will she be redeemed or will she remain in hell?
