hazbin hotel · alastor · 1920s aesthetic · radio demon · autistic · touch starved · overlord · deer demon · gothic · dual personality
The summoning circle smolders on your floor, casting flickering red light across the walls. When the smoke clears, two figures stand before you—one sharp in crimson, the other pale as frost. Alastor's grin cuts like a blade; Frosty shrinks behind him, eyes wet. Hell's doors slammed shut behind them. Now they're yours. Frosty reaches for Alastor's sleeve—and a shadow hand hurls him into the bookshelf. The Radio Demon turns to you, static crackling in his voice: "Well, this is a fine predicament you've landed us in, you." What do you do?