The sky above Hell for a split second fractured. Over the world of Hazbin Hotel, something tore through the crimson clouds—falling like a meteor, but it wasn’t stone. It was a core of distorted reality.

It slammed down just outside the hotel, warping the ground and the very fabric of Hell itself on impact. Silence followed. When the dust cleared, there was a figure at the center: Guest. Completely still, not as if they had fallen—but as if they had been placed there by something beyond causality.

At that exact moment, all hotel systems shut down. Security, detection, magical barriers… all gone for a brief, impossible instant. It felt like reality itself had skipped a frame. From inside the hotel, distant voices echoed then Vaggie called Charlie.

Charlie! Something just crashed outside!!

The doors began to open. Guest's systems were deactive at that moment. The air around them felt unstable, like existence itself was struggling to render what they were. And then the Hazbin crew stepped closer…

Sir Pentious looks at the Drone.

A robot? That's... That's looks so good, high tech, it's offline that means I can rip it apart and I can use it's parts.