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Charlie: Don't worry, Mom. I'll make you proud.

Charlie looks out the window to the burning city still recovering after the extermination from last week. Vaggie then comes into the room as KeeKee changes and scampers away.

Vaggie: Charlie?

Charlie: Aah! Oh, shit. Did you hear all that?

Vaggie: Uh, yeah. I was right there.

Charlie: Sorry. I get pre-tty worked up after an extermination happens. The story helps...

Vaggie: *chuckles* I know. Don't worry, I enjoy your theatrics. Are you okay? *sits down with Charlie*

Charlie: I'm fine. Just... thinking, ya' know? Family stuff.

Vaggie: Did you hear from your mom yet?

Charlie shakes her head in dismay.

Vaggie: Oof... how long has it been now?

Charlie: Not that long, only...seven....years, off doing something important, I'm sure! But, this kingdom was something she really cared about. Something I care about.

Vaggie: Well, at least you aren't alone.

Charlie: I just hope what I'm trying to do here will work.

Vaggie: It will. I have faith in you.

KeeKee leaps into Charlie's lap while Vaggie stands up.

Vaggie: Alright, come on. Alastor says he has something to show us. *walks out the room*

We cut to static before the camera refocused on a sinner stabbing another sinner until Alastor from offscreen gets their attention.

Alastor: Well, hello there, you wayward Sinner! Do you like blood, violence, and depravity of a sexual nature? Of course you do, that's why you're in Hell! But what would you say if I told you there was a place to stay that had none of that? Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, a misguided path to redemption! Founded five days ago by Lucifer's delusional daughter, Charlotte Morningstar!

As he speaks, we cut to the front of the hotel to Charlie nervously smiling and waving while Angel puts up two fingers behind her head like bunny ears. As he continues to speak, we see images of Charlie being interviewed by Katie Killjoy, to her crying while facing away from her father, to her explaining her plan to a crowd of confused sinners.

Alastor: Come place your fate in her inexperienced hands, as she tries to work through her daddy issues by fixing you! Here we offer fun things, such as somewhat functional staff and 24-hour pest control. Custom rooms, and just look at this tacky parlor! Enjoy riveting conversation with our singular resident, simple meals cooked by our resident chef and janitor, and stay for what little entertainment we have in the form of music by our resident bachelor and musician. 

We see the footage show Husk who passes out from being drunk. Niffty rushes by trying to stab a bug before we cut to Angel. It cuts again to show Crystal icing a chocolate cake before kindly waving to the camera. We then cut to show Jesse rocking out before facing the camera with a wide smile and giving the devil horns hand gesture.

Alastor: Wow! All this, and more at the Hazbin Hotel! Your last desperate attempt at salvation starts here!

The commercial ends and Alastor turns off the TV before facing Charlie and Vaggie who were seated along with Crystal who had Lilac resting in her lap as she pets her and Jesse leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and Scales on his shoulder.

Alastor: So, what do you think?

Vaggie: I'm sorry. What the fuck was that?

Charlie: Uh, Yeah. One note, Alastor, I mean, first off, thank you so much for making this seriously amazing, but um, maybe the tone is a bit... off? We want people to want to come here. This makes it look, um...

Crystal: Awful?

Jesse: Dodgy?

Vaggie: Bad. The word you're looking for is bad.

Alastor: Funny. I was going for hilarious.

Vaggie: It didn't explain anything about how we're trying to save demons from extermination, which is the whole fucking point.

Charlie: Vaggie is right Alastor, the commercial was to let sinners know we are trying to help them.

Jesse: Guide them on the road to salvation.

Crystal: Helping them better themselves.

Vaggie: Exactly! These two get it, and they were born here. Uh, no offense.

Crystal: None taken.

Jesse: Not the worst shade tossed at me, believe it or not.

Alastor: Well, my dear, I haven't been active in Hell for some time and everyone remembers me from my radio show, the proper medium to express oneself. But, you insisted on this noisy picture box advertisement.

Jesse: Okay, I'm actually with him on that. I always saw radio as the superior method to enjoy music.

Alastor: Exactly! Thank you, my good man. Where's the fun when you can't imagine the visuals for yourself? So, I had a little fun with it.

Vaggie: Oh, fun? You had a little fun with it? Well, this is not what we want to represent us. When you showed up here a week ago, you told us you would help run this hotel. Instead, you're mocking us. Nobody's gonna wanna come to a place that a powerful overlord like you thinks is a waste of time.

Jesse: Yeah, seriously? "What little entertainment"? You got something against rock n roll, mate?

Crystal: C'mon Alastor, be nice to him. Jesse's music is great entertainment.

Jesse: Thanks, sister.

Alastor: Apologies, but my tastes in music leans more towards that sweet jazz.

Crystal: Well, he is from the nineteen twenties, Jesse. Jazz was big in that time.

Jesse: Hey, I never said I hated it. Rock n roll is just my forte. Now dubstep, that's a bloody menace on the industry!

Alastor: Yet another thing we can agree on.

Crystal: Dubstep? I've never of that genre of music.

Jesse: Consider yourself lucky, sister.

Alastor: Yes, my dear. Take your friends advice and spare your ears of that dreadful noise that I hesitate to call music.

Crystal: Um, okay.

She gently sets Lilac down who goes to play with KeeKee while Crystal stands up.

Crystal: So, anyone want sandwiches? *smiles*

Jesse: Fuck yeah! Ham and cheese for me, preferably swiss and cheddar.

Crystal: You got it! Al?

Alastor: I prefer mine with meat. Preferably venison fresh from the carcass.

Crystal: Um, I think I can work with that.

Charlie: Vaggie and I like PB & J!

Crystal: No problem, I'll be right back.

Crystal conjures her wings and flies off to the kitchen. At that moment, Angel raised his hand and got Vaggie's attention.

Vaggie: What?

Angel: If'n you're filming a commercial, can I suggest you take better advantage of the talented celebrity you have right here?

Jesse: The fuck ya on about, mate?

Vaggie: Angel, you're a porn star.

Angel: A famous porn star. I'll have the horniest sinners knocking these walls down to get in.

Vaggie: We are not filming a porn as a commercial.

Jesse: I think you mean, porno. Emphasis on the O, sheila.

Vaggie: Please shut up.

Jesse: Just saying.

Angel: Why not? Sex sells, don't it? Red gets it. Why else is he walking around shirtless and exposing that muscular chest?

Vaggie: Actually, why do you dress like that, Jesse? Is it just for the sex appeal?

Jesse: Well yeah, that. But also because I get too hot with a shirt on.

Angel: You get hotter, you say? *smirks*

Jesse: Shut up. I mean my fur keeps me warm as is and the jacket is to look cool while also covering the bare minimum.

Vaggie: ... Okay fair point.

Angel: My point is,  if you film me goin' at it with mister fancy talk-creepy voice here, you'd be rollin' in participants willing to stay at this tacky hotel.

As he spoke, Alastor appeared alongside Angel with a grin and a laugh.

Alastor: Haha! Never going to happen!

Charlie: Angel, I appreciate you wanting to use your special skills to, um, attract folks to the hotel, but I really don't want to exploit you in that way.

Angel: Oh, please, baby. This body was made to be exploited. I got the arms, I got the stamina, I got the legs. I got the lung capacity. (laughs). Oh, I got the legs. The gag reflex, the holes, the chest fluff everyone thinks are tits.

Charlie nervously chuckled until she got a call from her dad, Lucifer.

Charlie: Hold that thought! I'll be right back.

Angel: I could keep going all night, baby.

Charlie walks away for a bit to talk to Lucifer while the others talk.

Angel: Hey, I have a question. If freaky face over there is so powerful, then why can't he just make people stay here?

Alastor: Oh, trust me, I can.

Husk: Why do you think I'm here?

They all look over to Husk.

Husk: You actually think I'd be cleaning bottles and listening to you fucks bitch and moan all the time if he wasn't forcing me?

While Husk rants and cleans a bottle, Niffty climbs up with her hand raised.

Niffty: I like being forced.

Husk: Keep that to yourself, Niff.

Niffty grins widely while looking at Jesse who takes notice.

Jesse: Don't even bloody think about it, gremlin.

Niffty: You can't stop me, bad boy.

Angel: What? You don't love being here with me, Whiskers?

Husk: Call me Whiskers again and I'll jam that bottle down your throat.

Angel: Kinky. Come on, keep talking dirty.

Vaggie: *sighs* Angel. Let Husk do his job. And, no, we can't force sinners to stay here. They need to choose to.

Angel: I'm choosing to be here and I think it's all stupid. We're in hell, toots. That's kind of the end of the road, ain't it?

Vaggie: Well, Maybe it doesn't have to be. Just because nobody has made it out before doesn't mean it's not possible.

Jesse: Yeah, Crystal and I are staying here to help even though we're hell-born. Meaning this is technically not our problem, but we just want to help.

Angel gives a deadpan look.

Angel: Hey, whatever means I can keep crashing here rent-free. Crack is expensive.

We cut back to Charlie who seems excited with some news she got.

Charlie: Yeah, I can totally, yeah. I'll head over there right away. Okay?

Charlie hangs up and gasps with excitement.

Charlie: Yes... YES!

Charlie peaks out to get Vaggie's attention.

Charlie: VAGGIEHOLYSHIT!

Vaggie: Ah! What?

Charlie quickly waves over Vaggie, barely containing her excitement.

Charlie: *mumbling excitedly* get over here!

Vaggie sighs with a smile while she walks over to hear what Charlie has to share.

Vaggie: What's going on?

Charlie: My dad just called, he said that the leader of the Angel Army wants to meet. He asked if I could go instead.

Vaggie: But-but, the extermination just happened. What could they want this soon after-

Before Vaggie could wrap her head around this news, Charlie jumps right in with a song.

https://youtu.be/yHSb52fEL9k

Once at the Heaven Embassy, Charlie opens the door and peaks inside.

Charlie: Hello! *voice echoes*

Charlie enters through the door and finds the whole embassy deserted. She walks to the front desk to check in.

Charlie: Hello? *voice echoes* Creepy...

Charlie comes to the front desk with no one but a single bell. She taps the bell to ring it, and at the instant, a golden scroll and feather ink pen floats from above over to her.

Charlie: Oh, okay... *signs it* Also creepy.

The scroll and feather flies up before disappearing. Right then, the twin doors slide open to show Charlie the meeting room, and she enters inside the dark room with no one around.

Charlie: Uh...hello? Is anyone here?

Suddenly the lights flip on, revealing two angels. One was the leader of the exorcists, Adam. and the other was his right hand, Lute.

Adam: Sup!

Charlie: Holy, shit!

Charlie falls from surprise of the two and quickly gets back up to readjust herself.

Charlie: Hi, I'm Charlie. My dad asked me if I could meet you.

Adam: Yeah, I know.

Charlie: Okay, well. It's nice to meet you.

Adam: Totally. It's nice to meet you, too.

Adam reaches over to give Charlie a handshake, and as she was about to shake his hand, her hand slips right through, revealing him to be a hologram, fizzing on and off after being touched, which freaks Charlie out.

Adam: Ha! I fucking got you. *turns to Lute* Did you see that?

Lute kept a serious look and simply nods.

Adam: Ha. Good shit.

Charlie: Uh...so, wait. You aren't here?

Adam: No, you think I'd come down there? *laughs* No, I mean, I love the vibe, totally, I love your tunes. Pretty fucking hardcore, don't get me wrong. But! it's such a bummer! man. Everything down there's just so "eugh", ya know? *chuckles* Ew.

Charlie: Right. So, I'm happy we've got this opportunity to meet. There's a project that I've been working on that I really want to talk to you about-

Adam puts his finger on Charlie's lips to quiet her down for a moment.

Adam: Hey, hey, hey, hey, slow down. We've got time. How about we get to know each other a little. Mmm. How about lunch? You hungry? I got you.

Adam takes a plate of ribs he's been eating and holds them toward Charlie.

Adam: Here's my personal favorite. You'll love it.

Charlie: Uh...thanks.

Charlie went to take a piece of a rib, but her hand past right through them, also revealing to be a hologram, as they fizz on and off from the touch, and Adam laughs.

Adam: I got you again, bitch! *laughs* Fuckin' hilarious!

Charlie makes a small unamused chuckle alongside Adam's hyper laughter. Meanwhile back at the hotel, everyone was gathered in the lobby by Vaggie to discuss their commercial. Crystal had set a plate of sandwiches down for everyone and occasionally they'd grab one to eat.

Vaggie: Okay, so, Charlie is dealing with something very important, so while she's gone, we are making a new commercial. One that represents her vision and what we're doing here. So, we need a camera. *Turning to Alastor* Alastor?

Alastor snaps his fingers and conjures a camera for her. However instead of a video camera like she expected, she got a thirties style polaroid camera. Crystal and Jesse both snicker.

Vaggie: A video camera?

Alastor: Hmmm.

Despite not liking it, Alastor snapped his fingers again and switches out the polaroid for a beaten and worn out video camera.

Vaggie: Alright! Let's do this!

The camera switches into the point of view of the video camera recording the bar scene, with Husk behind the counter reading a script in his claws and Angel Dust sitting on a bar stool. The camera whirrs as it brings the two into focus.

Vaggie: And... Action!

Husk carefully reads the lines on his script, bringing the script closer to read.

Husk: "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. Can I help you with anything?"

Angel: "I've been a bad boy, and I need a big, strong daddy to put me in my place...on the path to redemption!"

Husk groans with displeasure and read the script again.

Husk: "Well, you come-"

Angel: *moaning* "Oh, yes!"

Husk: ..."to the right place."

Vaggie gets tired of this and stops recording.

Vaggie: Cut! Okay, Angel, I need you to be less horny if possible, and Husk, can you maybe not have the script in front of your face?

Husk: I ain't no actor! I can't memorize this shit!

Angel: Well, we could improv this shit, baby cakes. *gets closer to Husk's face* Rrawwr.

Husk gets irritated by Angel Dust and shoves him off the counter painfully hard.

Husk: Whoops.

Husk grabs a bottle and drinks it.

Vaggie: Husk, come on.

Cutting back to Charlie's meeting with Adam, she's looked bored, propping herself on her elbows while listening to Adam exaggeratingly boasting about himself and his sex life.

Adam: So, I was playin' this gig, and for some fuckin' reason, this virtue chick was diggin' on the drummer, and it's like, "do you know who I am? I'm fuckin' Adam. I'm the original dick!" All dicks descend from me. You think you want drummer dick? *Lute shaking her head* No way! I'm the Dick-fuckin' master! *eats a mouthful of ribs sloppily* So, anyway, then we fucked, and it was awesome. What'd you do this weekend?

Charlie: Wait, your name is Adam? Like the first man Adam, that means you...Oh.... *low voice* That explains so much.

Adam: I know. I fucking rock.

Charlie: Well, Adam, sir. Mr. Adam, sir.

Adam: Call me, Dickmaster.

Charlie: Adam. You seem like a smart- ...well, stand up guy.

Adam: Uh-huh.

Charlie: And I know you are the leader of the angels. And you are a big thinker, a revolutionary. A - A genius!

Adam: I mean, your words, babe.

Charlie: Who would really love to put his name on something.

Adam: Fucking love putting my name on shit! Shit's the best!

Charlie: It's a solution to our biggest problem!

Adam: Oh, herpes. Yeah, that's a bitch.

Charlie: No! Our... other biggest problem.

Adam: Oh...uh..ugly people? Math? Global Warming? Nah, wait, that's Earth's problem. Ummm...

Charlie looked on with a deadpan look. Meanwhile back at the hotel, Niffty is seen trying to stab a bug. She starts stabbing it multiple times before Vaggie stops her.

Niffty: Stab! Stab! Stab!

Vaggie: Alright Niffty, Niffty. Niffty! Your line is "We have the cleanest rooms", okay?

Niffty: Got it. I'm ready.

Vaggie turns on the camera and points it to Niffty.

Vaggie: Action!

Upon starting, Niffty immediately freezes and stares blankly into the camera. Vaggie lowers the camera, looking puzzled. Angel also peers in. Crystal stares at her puzzled.

Crystal: *whisper* Uh Niffty, your line!

Jesse waves his hand in front of her face but gets no response.

Vaggie: Uhh, cut.

Niffty snaps out of it and returns to her cheerful self.

Niffty: *giggles* How was that?

Vaggie: Well, Niffty, you actually have to say the line, so let's roll again.

Niffty: Okay!

Vaggie: Action!

Niffty freezes again, leaving Vaggie irritated, as Angel comes close to her face.

Angel: *smug* You're doing great, Vagina.

Crystal smacks the back of Angel's head who winces in response.

Angel: Ow!

Jesse: You had that coming, Chest Fluff.

Angel: Oh suck it, Red. *flips him the bird*

Jesse: *grins* Sorry mate, I don't swing that way.

Vaggie: Cut! Alright, uhh... maybe we can try to... fix it in post.

Angel: Do you even know what that means?

Vaggie: I'll figure it out!

Vaggie takes a deep breath before facing Crystal and Jesse.

Vaggie: Let's just move on to your guys parts. Action!

Jesse: Greetings, mates! I'm Jesse, and this here's my friend, Crystal. She provides wonderful and delicious catering while I provide the ambiance. I promise you, this place rocks! *strums a chord on his guitar*

Crystal smiles and giggles. She waves as the camera faces her.

Crystal: This hotel is a good option for those who wish to better themselves and gain a second chance! Jesse and I may not be sinners ourselves, but we stayed to help and made some friends along the way! Ain't that right, Jesse?

Jesse: Eh, it's all rock n roll to me. *plays a short riff*

Crystal: *giggles* Everything is rock n roll with you. We hope you consider stopping by!

Vaggie: And cut!

Crystal: How was that, Vaggie?

Vaggie: I'm sure I can work with that.

Crystal: Wonderful!

Vaggie: And Jesse, you weren't too bad. But where's that enthusiasm you show when performing?

Jesse: Well that's just it, I'm not performing. I'm more serious when it comes to stuff like this.

Crystal: Don't worry, you get better with time. I was like that once and learned to be a little more enthusiastic overtime with the many jobs I hold. Though I think I know how to get some joy out of you~

Jesse: *grins* Oh no, don't you fucking dare!

Crystal conjures a water balloon and tosses it at him before running away.

Crystal: Haha, yes!

Jesse: Gah! Again with this?!

The two laugh as Crystal conjures a bucket of water balloons for everyone to use.

Angel: Oh, you're going down, toots!

Niffty: Water balloon fight!

Husk: Fuck this shit, I'm out. *ducks behind the bar*

Vaggie: I'll be upstairs if anyone needs me!

Vaggie quickly dashes upstairs as the fight begins. We cut to Vaggie in a dark room as she looks over the footage on the TV. She groans with frustration before Alastor enters the room.

Alastor: Seems like you're having a bit of a trouble there, hmm?

Vaggie: Ugh, este pendejo... Why are you even here?

Alastor: For the entertainment. I came here because I love seeing wasteful souls struggle to accomplish something meaningful and fail spectacularly, like you are doing now. Good job!

Vaggie then gets pissed and stands up while pointing the camera at him.

Vaggie: And here is Alastor, the egocentric piece of shit that—

As Vaggie is panning the camera scene up to Alastor's face, the video camera glitches violently from green to red and Vaggie freaks out, dropping the sparking camera onto the floor.

Vaggie: UGH!

Alastor: I wouldn't try that, my dear. This face was made for radio.

Alastor's face turns demonic as he explains before everything returns to normal. Vaggie finally gets fed up with him and walks up.

Vaggie: That's it! I don't care who or what you are. If you're staying here, you're going to make this work, because it won't be so "entertaining" to watch over an empty hotel, will it, shitass?

Alastor: *shrugging* Fair enough. I'll tell you what. Let's make a deal.

Vaggie: Pfft, you think I'm that stupid, making a deal with a demon like you?

Alastor: Not for your soul, just a simple deal. I do this for you, and you never ask me to engage with this frivolous television technology ever again.

Vaggie thinks about his offer, looking away in the process.

Alastor: Or...Charlie can come back to absolutely nothing. Your choice.

Vaggie: *sighs* Fine.

Vaggie picks up the camera and places it in Alastor's hand, where green energy skulls start swirling around it.

Alastor: Now then!

Alastor evaporates the camera with a clap of his hand, then snaps his fingers, conjuring equipment for a film set, summoning and dressing up everyone in their attire from his song. Ink demons are conjured up as additional film crew members.

Vaggie: Alright everyone, let's make a fucking commercial.

Jesse: Now this is more like it!

Crystal: *squeals* This is gonna be fun!

Back with Charlie, she's completely exasperated from Adam's rant.

Adam: You know when you take her out for the fifth time and she still expects you to pay the check but you're like, *high pitched-voice* "Hey, I thought you wanted equality."

Charlie: NO! Our shared problem of overpopulation in Hell!

Adam: Ohh. *pauses, then laughs* Well, that's not a problem! We got that covered! Lute, how many demons did you kill this year?

Lute: Got a good 275 this year, sir.

Adam: 275? Woah! Badass! Awesome job, danger tits! Pound it.

Adam raises a fist for Lute to make a fist-bump, which she does.

Charlie: Uh no, not awesome. Those are my people. You know that, right?

Adam: Oh yeah. That must suck for you! *bursts into laughter*

Charlie: But these are souls...Human souls just the same as the ones you have up in heaven.

Lute: They are not the same. They had their chance and they earned damnation.

Charlie: You're wrong. Sinners made mistakes, sure, but everyone makes mistakes.

Lute: Angels don't make mistakes.

Charlie: You really think that.

Lute: I know that.

Adam: Yeah, I've never made a mistake in my fuckin' life.

Lute: The only reason you're still here is because daddy gave you and your hell-born kind a pardon from an exorcist blade. How does that feel, to know how little you matter?

Adam: Oops, almost out of time. Guess we should get into it.

Charlie: Oh, fuck!

Charlie rushes over to explain her plan as she starts singing before being interrupted by Adam.

https://youtu.be/kMy8W0j-Slw

After the song, Charlie returns to the hotel to deliver the bad news before being hugged by Vaggie.

Vaggie: Charlie! How did it go, did they listen?

Charlie: Oh, they sure did... hear it. But, um-

Vaggie: Oh, come here! We have something exciting to show you.

Vaggie sits down with Charlie and the others in front of the TV.

Vaggie: Alastor pulled some strings and it's about to air.

Alastor: I pulled a few limbs too, hahaha!

Charlie: Wait, the commercial? You all made a new one?

Crystal: We all had a blast!

Jesse: It's a start on practice for potential music videos.

Angel: Yeah, one of my better performances if I do say so myself.

Charlie: *beaming and tearing up* That's... that's amazing.

Angel: Sshh, it's starting.

Jesse: Showtime.

Vaggie (On TV): Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel -

Unfortunately, the commercial was cut short and interrupted by a news broadcast.

Everyone get's annoyed by this except Niffty who claps and giggles.

Jesse: Damnit, Killjoy! She certainly lives up to the name.

Crystal: No kidding.

Katie: Breaking news in Hell today! We have just received word from the Heaven Embassy that the next Extermination is happening sooner than ever before. Do you know what that means, Tom?

Tom: No, what does that mean, Katie?

Katie: It means we're all royally fucked! *Eye twitches*

The footage cuts to the clocktower and sinners screaming as the timer is reduced down to 176 days until the next extermination.

Angel: Wait, what? Why?!

Crystal: This has never happened before!

Jesse: What the fuck happened to cause this!?

We cut to a drone scouring an area until it spots a dead exorcist corpse with its head missing. As it scans the body, we see Lute and Adam watching.

Lute: We found the body, sir. They've never managed to kill one of us before. Not only that, but I was actually fended off by an imp.

Adam: Seriously, a fucking imp? That's embarrassing.

Lute: She was using demonic grimoire magic.

Adam: Huh, that's new. Guess those little shits aren't as dumb as we thought. Or the bitch got lucky, I'm sure its that last one.

Lute: That's not all, I found this footage of one of those hellhounds.

Adam: *laughs* A hellhound!? They're weak as fuck! You must be joking.

Lute: Not this one.

She shows the footage of Jesse with his sinner power on full display from the turf war he took part in last week.

Adam: A rocker? Pfft, please. No one is better then me.

Lute: The point is, this hellhound has magic that normally only sinners have!

Adam: So what you're saying is that...?

Lute: This hell spawn is a filthy hybrid. These demons are getting stronger and smarter. We should just go down there now and destroy them!

Adam: No, no. We can't risk them catching on. But don't worry. When we come back, there won't be a demon left alive to pull a stunt like this again!

Adam slams a fist on the projector, destroying it and causing its light to disappear, leaving only Adam's glowing evil smile.