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One moment, she was sprawled on her couch, snacks scattered around her, watching Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss. The next, she's in Hell itself-chubby, chaotic, and buzzing with restless energy, struggling to focus in a city of fire, chaos, and demons who shouldn't care... but do.
In a world where every territory is claimed and every glance carries weight, she becomes the center of attention no one asked for-but everyone wants. Charlie and Vaggie hover protectively, Angel Dust and Husk study her like a rare prize, and the powers of Pentagram City watch, wait, and scheme from afar.
Safe is relative. Freedom is an illusion. And in Hell, being noticed can be as dangerous as being wanted.
She's just human-fidgety, easily distracted, full of quirks, and utterly herself-and they're not. And they'll do anything to make sure she belongs.
A yandere-fueled, slow-burn descent into obsession, chaos, and the blurred lines between protection and possession.
All right of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss belong to its rightful creator I only own my character.