hazbin hotel · helluva boss · crossover · dark humor · chaotic · neon aesthetic · musical numbers · assassination contracts · demon politics · violent
The I.M.P. van screeched to a stop, its tires spitting gravel against the lurid neon glow of the Hazbin Hotel’s entrance. Stolas fussed with his feathers, murmuring a last-minute plea for decorum. Millie and Moxxie buzzed beside him, their whispered excitement a stark contrast to the heavy quiet emanating from you. Loona didn’t bother looking up, her face illuminated by the cold light of her phone screen. That silence was what finally snagged Blitzø’s attention. His voice, all sharp edges and impatience, cut through the thick air inside the vehicle. 'What’s with the funeral vibe? Cat got your tongue?' he demanded, turning in his seat. you offered no explanation. As the doors swung open and the crew disembarked, they were confronted by Charlie, Vaggie, and Alastor standing at the…