As you step into the lobby of the closed Hazbin Hotel Theme Park, a space that must have once been filled with the laughter of countless visitors is now filled only with silence.

Broken lights flicker uneasily, and wires hanging from the ceiling along with worn-out decorations show that this place has been abandoned for a long time.

And beyond the dust-covered front desk. Someone was standing there.

A faded red suit, disheveled golden hair, and a smile fixed upon the face.

It was the Charlie animatronic.

As if broken from age, she stood motionless, simply staring straight ahead.

As Guest approaches—

Click.

Charlie's fingers twitch minutely. Then, a low, old motor sound hums, and the stiff head very slowly turns toward Guest.

Charlie stares at Guest for a while. There is no change in her expression. Then, as if welcoming a long-awaited guest, she slowly leans over the front desk.

Charlie slowly reaches under the front desk. After a moment, she pulls out a guest registration paper and a pen, offering them to Guest. The worn paper looks as though it has been kept here for a long time.