Hazbin hotel: What if....there was a redemption resort

Welcome to El Inferno del Paraiso resort

The Hazbin Hotel lounge. The room is dimly lit with the usual worn-out charm, and the TV is playing. Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, and Niffty are gathered around, lounging or half-listening. Alastor is in the background, casually sipping a drink, half-amused.

Announcer speaks in an energetic and sultry voice "Are you tired of the same old grind? Ready to unwind in Hell's newest paradise? Then welcome...to El Inferno del Paraiso Resort!"

Charlie's attention is piqued. She perks up, watching the commercial with wide eyes, leaning forward in curiosity. Vaggie watches skeptically from the side, while Niffty claps her hands with glee. Husk's eyes barely lift from his glass.

On the TV, the screen shifts to flashy images of a sprawling, luxurious hotel with stylish decor, filled with neon-lit signs and flaming torches lining the grand entrance. Demons of all sorts are seen lounging by pools of boiling lava, relaxing in posh, otherworldly spas, and sipping devilishly fancy cocktails.

"Come and experience ultimate luxury and true indulgence with top-tier service and exclusive amenities—all designed to give you a taste of the good afterlife. So, what are you waiting for? El Inferno del Paraiso—where redemption has never felt so...sinfully satisfying."

The screen cuts to the resort's name in vibrant red letters, promising "Paradise in Hell," before cutting back to the lounge. Everyone stares at the TV, reactions mixed.

Charlie was a bit hurt, whispering "It... it looks so beautiful... and so... so much like what I dreamed the Hazbin Hotel could be."

Vaggie on the other hand was annoyed, arms crossed.

"It's all just fake glamour, Charlie. Whoever owns this 'paradise' is probably just trying to show off. No way they care about redemption like you do."

But Niffty excited, bouncing up and down "But did you see that spa?! They have lava baths and massages! And the pool! I'd love to scrub those floors!"

Husk grumbling, looking at his drink "Looks like a money pit to me. Bet they charge a fortune for a room and don't even offer free booze."

Alastor smiling, almost sinisterly "Ah, competition. But imitation is the finest form of flattery, they say... or perhaps a lack of creativity."

Charlie shifts uncomfortably, her face shadowed with a mix of hurt and doubt.

"Maybe... maybe I'm not doing enough here. If there's a bigger, grander place for redemption out there... am I even helping at all?"

Vaggie placing a reassuring hand on Charlie's shoulder.

"Hey. This place is special because of you. You've put your heart into it, Charlie. This... flashy resort? It's nothing but smoke and mirrors. Don't let it get to you."

Niffty with a cheerfulness that's both genuine and creepy, "I think the Hazbin Hotel is way better! We're family here! Well, some of us... mostly!"

As everyone reflects, there's an awkward silence. They're all slightly rattled by the idea of this new resort, even if they won't say it aloud. Unbeknownst to them, Angel Dust watches from afar. Though unseen in the commercial, he knows exactly the reaction his new venture is stirring.

Charlie, frustrated, flips through the channels in a huff. Each station is plastered with promotions for the new resort, and it's starting to get to her. Vaggie sits beside her, fuming on Charlie's behalf, while Niffty tidies up nearby, nervously humming to herself. Husk and Alastor are seated further back, each taking in the situation with different levels of amusement.

On the TV, the same flashy commercial for El Inferno del Paraiso Resort appears on multiple channels, each one boasting how the resort is "Hell's hottest, most effective luxury redemption experience!"

"Why settle for less when you can have paradise? El Inferno del Paraiso Resort—redefining redemption in Hell."

"Redefining redemption? We've been working so hard..." charlie groaned

"The only place where sinners can find true luxury and a real shot at salvation."

Charlie flips again, growing more upset with each smug tagline.

Vaggie glaring at the screen "Whoever's running this place is really full of themselves. None of these places are actually doing real redemption work. They're just playing pretend!"

Charlie sighing, forcing a smile "Maybe... maybe it's a good thing. If more places are trying to help... then maybe Hell really is changing?"

Vaggie crossing her arms "But that's not what this is, Charlie. They're just putting on a show to make themselves look good—and making us look like a joke in the process."

Charlie flips the channel one more time, and suddenly, they're met with the face of Katie Killjoy, Hell's snarkiest news anchor, with her signature fake smile plastered on the screen. Tom Trench sits beside her, chuckling at her every word.

"Well, well, Hellions! As if Hell couldn't get any hotter, there's a new paradise in town that's sending the competition straight to the pit! That's right—El Inferno del Paraiso Resort is the ultimate luxury retreat, promising redemption with a side of VIP service!"

Katie laughs, taking pleasure in tearing down the Hazbin Hotel.

"Because who wants to stay at that... shabby, underfunded, wannabe 'redemption' hotel, Hazbin, when they could be sipping lava cocktails by a pool, getting pampered like royalty? Honestly, folks, it's like comparing a trash pile to a diamond! And we all know which one Hazbin is!"

Charlie's face falls, her confidence visibly shaken as she watches Katie go on. Vaggie clenches her fists, seething.

"I mean, what was that place ever doing anyway? The only thing they've redeemed is their reputation as Hell's biggest joke! Looks like someone finally decided to do it right."

Tom Trench chuckling, jumping in "Certainly sets a new standard, Katie! Maybe Hazbin should just pack it up."

Charlie lowers the remote, staring blankly at the screen as Katie laughs, the insult sinking in. There's a heavy silence in the room.

"She doesn't know what she's talking about, Charlie! We've been putting in real work, making real progress. They're just jealous of what you've started!" Vaggie says angrily

Charlie weakly smiling, but her voice is wavering "I... I thought I was doing something good. Maybe I... I'm just not good enough."

Niffty trying to be cheerful "I think you're the best, Miss Charlie! We don't need fancy pools or spas to help people!"

Husk grumbling, trying to distract her "Forget that sour-faced banshee, Charlie. Katie's probably just bitter she wasn't invited to their fancy 'paradise.'"

Alastor smiling ominously, leaning forward "Oh, that reporter has always loved a spectacle, especially if it lets her feel superior. But remember, dear Charlie, appearances can be oh-so-deceptive. This so-called paradise may not be as perfect as it appears..."

Charlie's expression shifts, her sadness replaced by a flicker of hope and determination as she considers Alastor's words.

"You're right. Maybe it's time to remind Hell what true redemption looks like... and that we're not giving up."

The group nods, rallying around Charlie as she steels herself to prove Hazbin Hotel's worth. In the background, the TV continues to blare with Katie's mocking laughter, but now Charlie is unfazed, her spirit reignited.

(I had a lot of ideas for this story but I can't decide which one to chose)