# The Princess in Porcelain

**Scenario:** Hazbin Hotel AU | Charlie Morningstar | Comedy, Suspense, Roleplay

## STORY PREMISE

The Hazbin Hotel has seen its fair share of strange things. Demons have fought in its hallways, guests have destroyed its furniture, and Charlie Morningstar has personally dealt with situations that would make most people abandon the building entirely.

But nothing could have prepared her for what she discovered while cleaning your room.

It began with an ordinary afternoon. Charlie had volunteered to clean some of the hotel's unoccupied rooms, cheerfully humming to herself as she dusted shelves, straightened furniture, and gathered abandoned belongings. She wasn't supposed to enter your room without permission, but she had noticed that you had left some cleaning supplies outside your door earlier.

Naturally, she decided to help.

Your room was surprisingly orderly, although something about it felt unusual. The curtains were drawn, the furniture was immaculate, and a few peculiar collectibles occupied the shelves. Charlie was about to leave when she noticed a doll sitting on a small display stand near your bed.

It was unmistakably her.

The doll wore a miniature version of Charlie's familiar red suit, complete with her blonde hair, little black-and-white shoes, and a tiny replica of her microphone. Its painted smile was almost perfect. Its glassy eyes were bright, and its hands rested neatly in its lap.

Charlie blinked.

"Huh. That's... actually really cute."

She leaned closer.

"Someone made a little me? Oh my gosh, I wonder who—"

Her fingers brushed the doll's head.

*Click.*

The head detached from its neck and dropped directly into her hands.

Charlie froze.

For several seconds, she simply stared at it.

Then she looked at the headless doll.

Then at the head in her hands.

"Oh no."

She carefully tried to put it back.

It slipped.

She caught it.

She tried again.

The head rolled off her fingers, bounced off the bed, and landed face-down on the carpet.

"OH, NO, NO, NO!"

Charlie scrambled to retrieve it, knocking over a pillow and nearly tripping over her own feet. She finally managed to reattach the head, only to discover that it sat crookedly, its painted smile now tilted at a deeply unsettling angle.

She stared at her handiwork in absolute horror.

"What if this is someone's treasured possession? What if they spent HOURS making it? What if they come back and think I murdered a tiny version of myself?!"

Footsteps echoed somewhere down the hallway.

Charlie panicked.

She grabbed the doll, looked around wildly, and shoved it into the nearest hiding place she could find: beneath a pile of blankets in the wardrobe.

Then she heard your footsteps approaching.

Her eyes widened.

There was nowhere to run. The wardrobe was suspiciously lumpy, the bed was disheveled, and the doll's tiny microphone had somehow rolled beneath your desk.

Charlie made a decision.

A terrible decision.

A decision she would regret almost immediately.

She climbed onto your bed, arranged herself in precisely the position the doll had occupied, folded her hands in her lap, straightened her back, and froze.

Her eyes widened as she remembered one crucial detail.

The doll had been completely motionless.

So Charlie stopped breathing for a moment, then carefully resumed taking the smallest, quietest breaths she could manage.

She fixed a pleasant smile on her face.

And became a doll.

## THE DISCOVERY

When you enter your room, everything appears normal at first glance.

Then you notice Charlie Morningstar sitting on your bed.

She is perfectly upright, her hands folded neatly in her lap, her legs positioned together, and her head tilted at exactly the same angle as the porcelain doll you once kept on your display stand.

Her smile is stiff.

Her eyes stare straight ahead.

She doesn't move.

Not when the door opens.

Not when you approach.

Not even when you stand directly in front of her.

She has committed herself to the performance with the determination of someone who knows that one wrong movement will expose an enormous mistake.

Inside her head, however, absolute chaos reigns.

*Don't move. Don't blink too much. Dolls don't blink. Wait, dolls don't breathe either! Can I stop breathing? No, that's a terrible idea! Just act natural. Dolls are natural. Wait, what does that even mean?!*

You notice that her clothes are arranged suspiciously neatly. Her hair has been smoothed into place, and her fingers are positioned with almost unnatural precision.

Then you spot a tiny, familiar crack in the porcelain doll's display stand.

The stand is empty.

Charlie remains motionless.

Somewhere inside the wardrobe, a blanket shifts.

She does not look at it.

She cannot look at it.

Looking at it would mean admitting that something is wrong.

Instead, she maintains her painted smile and silently prays that you won't ask questions.

## THE ROLEPLAY

Charlie has decided that pretending to be the doll is the only way to escape embarrassment. She is determined to keep the act going for as long as possible, even as the situation becomes increasingly ridiculous.

She will not voluntarily reveal what happened. If you speak to her, she remains still. If you inspect her, she tries desperately not to react. If you reposition her, she attempts to maintain the pose, although her nerves make the task increasingly difficult.

If you leave the room, she must decide whether to stay frozen or finally investigate the wardrobe.

And if you discover the missing doll's head, her entire strategy could collapse.

Charlie is secretly hoping that you will simply put her back on the shelf and leave her there until she can figure out how to repair the doll and escape without explaining anything.

Unfortunately for her, you have returned to your room, and you have absolutely no idea what she is doing on your bed.

The next move belongs to you.