The crowd cheered as Mimzy finished her song, some even standing up from their chairs to do so. The singer herself looked over her fans from the jazz club stage. When she was alive, she dreamed of being someone who drew in this crowd. While she never accomplished it in life, she succeeded in Hell. She wasn't Verosika Mayday levels of popular, but she was a star in the jazz scene.

So why didn't she feel anything when her fans cheered her?

This question festered in her mind as she exited the stage and went to her dressing room, sitting at her makeup table and looking at her reflection. Her manager came bursting in shortly after, scaring the shit out of her. "Another great night, Mimzy!" He said, "Lemme' tell ya, every time you go up there the profits keep flowin' in!"

"What the fuck did I say about bustin' in here!" Mimzy yelled before throwing a nearby lamp that was on the table at him, which he dodged.

"Ho hookay, I admit I shoulda' knocked. But you're usually so excited when I tell ya this stuff." He was right, there was a time when Mimzy would've been more than happy to hear about how she sold out a show. But now it meant nothing.

"Get the fuck out!"

"I see your havin' yer woman moment, so I'll leave you to it." Mimzy rolled her eyes as he left before planting her head on the table in frustration. For a few months now, the joy she had for her job had been gone. She couldn't tell if it was burnout or what, but every day she performed felt more like a chore than the last.

Mimzy soon left the establishment, wondering how she could regain that sense of happiness from early in her career. Suddenly, as she was walking down the street, she felt something fall on her head. Picking it off, she saw it was a flyer that appeared to be advertising the Hazbin Hotel. Mimzy remembered hearing something about this a couple of months back, although it had a different name. Princess Charlie's little pet project that was supposed to be an answer to the overpopulation crisis Hell was facing. Originally, she shrugged it off as something too good to be true, created by a delusional demon that doesn't know what it's like to live the life of a sinner.

She was about to do the same thing until she read the front. "Find the key to your inner happiness." She turned it around and looked at the services they provided and was drawn to one of them, therapy sessions that can help you determine what REALLY makes you happy. Maybe this was satanic intervention. Perhaps this would help her find the answer to her unhappiness with her job. It was a long shot, but it was better than nothing.

The next day, Mimzy stood in front of the building, holding a suitcase with all her belongings. She made sure it was the right place in the flyer before going inside and noticed Husk behind the desk in front of her reading his newspaper. "We're not interested in what you're selling." He said as she approached him, his eyes still on the paper.

"Do ya work here?" she asked.

"Yeah, what of it?"

"I was hopin' ta check in."

Husk's eyes widened as he turned his attention to Mimzy. "...you what?"

"I said I wanna check in."

Husk couldn't believe what he heard. He eventually snapped out of his shock and finally used the training the hotel gave him as he ducked under the desk and pulled out a random room key.

"Here you go! Room 212 on the second floor!" Mimzy took the keys and headed towards the elevator. Husk stared at her until she entered it and went up, still having a hard time believing someone had checked in.

Mimzy arrived at the second floor. Her room was the last door to the left at the end. She used her keys to open said door, and when she did, she saw the room she would stay in. Nothing too fancy, a bed, a tv, a big window, the usual things you would find in a hotel room. Mimzy put her suitcase down and sat on the bed, looking over her room. If she was going to stay in for a while, she would definitely need to spruce up the place. But as long as the Hazbin helped her out, she could handle a mundane hotel room.

Meanwhile, Charlie gathered all the Hazbin staff, and Angel Dust, in the lobby to discuss the new guest in their hotel. Alastor was the only member not there. "What did she say!?" She asked Husk, excited yet panicked at the same time.

"She just said she wanted to check in, that was it!" Husk replied. Charlie paced back and forth while the others bantered.

"Oh my! Another guest!" Niffty said, excited at the idea of cleaning up more messes.

"What do we do now?" Collin asked.

"I-I don't know." Charlie replied, "I wasn't expecting someone to arrive so soon! I thought I'd have more time to plan things out!

"Honestly, I'm surprised the rebrandin' actually worked." Angel Dust said before coming to a horrible realization, "Wait a minute. I ain't the only guest here anymore! I lost my leverage! They can kick me out now!"

Vaggie saw the distress on Charlie's face and stepped in. "Everyone relax! No one is kicking anyone out! We'll just keep doing what we were trained for. Cletus, set up a session with the new guest, and we'll work on it from there."

"Aye aye, Captain!" Cletus replied.

"Please don't call me that." Eventually, the meeting was disbanded and everyone returned to their duties, all except for Charlie and Vaggie. The former sat herself down on the couch, disappointed in herself. Vaggie sat next to her and put an arm around her girlfriend.

"I'm sorry you had to do that," Charlie said.

"It's ok, I don't mind," Vaggie said.

"No, it's not. I lost my cool back there. How can I make the Hazbin successful if I can't even set an example for my employees? I'm a Princess of Hell for Satan's-" Vaggie interrupted her with a kiss on the lips, which immediately calmed her down. After a few seconds, she pulled away.

"You let me worry about the employees." Vaggie said with a smile, "You just focus on making this place better."

"But you're not always gonna be here when I need-"

"Do you want me to kiss you again?"

"... kind of." The two laughed.

"Don't think about that right now. I said I'd do anything to make your dream come true, and I meant it. I'm not going anywhere right now."

Charlie gave a wide smile. "Thanks, sweetie. … can I still get that kiss?"

Vaggie giggled before giving her girlfriend a much longer kiss.