Rose ran, a tv under her arm, police sirens behind her. She knew she shouldn't have taken this one, but the house seemed empty. Her side throbbed in pain as she ran, the smell of blood stinging her nose. She considered dropping the TV, but maybe she'd make it. Suddenly, she fell down, screaming. Someone had left the manhole cover off. She felt jolts of electricty surge through her body as the TV hit the water and shattered. The world began to fade out quickly. "Shit." She thought.
That was in 1938. It was over a century later now. Rose spent her time in Hell with her two best friends Tree and Hellmes. They all avoided the cleansing the best they could, but it was getting hard. But then, that morning, Rose saw something interesting on TV as she stole it. Charlie, the daughter of Lucifer, was opening a "Happy Hotel." Jolts of electrity went through her excitedly. "A place to crash, right guys? Whatda think?" Her voice came out staticy and distorted, but her friends were used to this. Tree shrugged, but Hellmes was right on the idea. "Great idea! If we stary there, then we won't have to keep staying at my place!" Hellmes 'place', if you could call it that, was a small house made of paper that threatened to fall any day now. Why he lived there was anyones question. "Lets met there at 5." Rose suggested, and they all agreed. She left to get herself 'presentable', or at least look like she was a sad sack enough to get in. Looking in a mirrior that hung on a back wall in an alley for some odd reason. Two TV antenna stuck out the top of her head, a line of electrity between them. Her hair was spikey and stuck out everywhere. It glowed bright yellow and reached down her back. Her skin was gray, a result of the electric shock no doubt, and her eyes were blank, full of TV static. She wore a black top with a long bow that went to her waist. Her middle was a TV, which she found annoying. It never turned on for her and she couldn't get rid of her. Where her legs should have been was a long bolt of lightning she used to float. She concentrated and the bolt split and died down, giving her two legs and a pair of black boots. Satistfied, she left the alley and headed for the hotel.
It was 5:00 when she got there, and Tree and Hellmes were waiting for her. Tree was in his usual suspenders and pants. Hellmes wore a suit and a small hat. His small goat horns stuck out of either side of it. His demon wings were out as well, holes having to be cut in the suit for them. There was a hole in his pants for his demon tail as well. Quite frankly, he didn't look that scary. He looked like he came straight out of a 1920's cartoon, which made sense since thats when he died. Just a little cartoon demon goat. He was even black and white. Tree was diffrent. He died much earlier, 1820 in fact. He simply sported suspeners and pants that were tattered in many places. His legs were tree roots, his hair was one big thing of leaves and had branches sticking out everywhere, and his hands were axes. He didn't often shake hands. They all turned to face the hotel. Rose looked up at the sign. Instead of "Happy Hotel", it read "Hazbin Hotel." She frowned and knocked on the door. A gray demon with long white hair opened the door. "Can I help you?" She asked. Rose grinned and put out her hand to shake. "Hi, yes. I'm Roseiphelia, Rose for short, and this is Tree and Hellmes and we'd like to stay at your fine establishbment." The demon blinked at her and then poked her head inside. "Charlie! Come here!" Rose reconized Charlie off of the news this morning. The peppy attitude, blonde hair, and blush definatley put her out of place here in Hell and made her easy to reconize. "Hi there! Welcome to the Happy Hotel!" She said, leading them inside. Rose looked at her two friends who shrugged. "I know you'll just love it here!" Charlie said peppily as she showed them around. "This is the main activity area. Thats the kitchen. Oh! And up there are all the rooms! And..." As she continued to speak, the gray demon who greeted them watched them. "Uh...whose that?" Hellmes asked, reading Rose's mind. Charlie looked up. "Oh! Thats Vaggie. Say hi Vaggie!" Vaggie simply waved and walked off. Charlie looked at the group. "She's in kinda a bad mood. Angel Dust pulled a prank on her today and she's still mad." As if on cue, Angel Dust himself dropped down from nowhere, scaring everyone except Tree, who stood there unfazed as usual. "Heya toots! New arrivals?" He looked them up and down. "Well, don't give me a roomate. I only have people in my room when they pay me~" Charlie rolled her eyes. "Everyone gets their own rooms Angel. Unless of course we start get full..." A gleam of hope flashed in her eyes. The clicking of boots on stairs made them look to the stairs. "Well hello there! New guests I see!" There was no mistaking this demon for anyone else. This demon was none other than Alastor, the Radio Demon. Rose had knew about him ever since she arrived in Hell. He had wreaked havioc when he arrived and seemed to still do it now, just not as bad. The question on her mind was, 'Why was he here?' He strode down the stairs, a huge grin on his face. "When were you going to tell me of the new arrivals? I would've gladly shown them around for you my dear!" His voice seemed to be distant, as if he was talking through a radio. "I was, but they just got here and I thought that maybe I could show them around. You seemed so busy..." Charlie trailed off in thought. "Nonsense! I'm never too busy to help out! Why don't I finish the tour?" "I'm almost-" Alastor cut her off. "Splendid!" He lead the group off. Rose looked back at Charlie who simply shrugged and walked off. They all walked up the stairs in silence for a moment before Alastor spoke up. "So! What brings you all to Hell?" Hellmes smiled happily. "Graffiti. And then I shot a police officer. That part was an accident. I loved my art. He did not." He frowned at the last part. Tree said nothing as usual, but held up his axe hands. "Ah! Murder I see!" Alastor seemed offly entusiastic about this, then he turned to Rose. "And how about you miss?" "Uh..." She trailed off for a bit. "Theft. Lots and lots of theft." He simply nodded. "I figured as much, with the television and all. Never did have one myself. They were just coming out you know." Rose nodded. "Yup. 1927." They eventually made it to the rooms. Hellmes choose his right away, drawing his name on the door. Tree walked much farther down the hall. Rose just stood there in silence with Alastor. "So...which rooms aren't taken?" Rose asked. Alastor used his cane to gesture down the hall. "Take your pick my dear! I'm sure you'll figure it out!" And with that, he left down the hall. "Come for dinner! I'm making Jumbalia!" He called. Rose watched him leave and opened a random door. The room was empty except for a bed, a couple dressers, and a mirror. "Looks like I'm staying here then." She said. And with that, she flopped on the bed.