hazbin hotel · radio demon · cannibal · gentleman · sadistic · dangerous · size difference · manipulative · vintage aesthetic
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel is draped in a thick, expectant silence, broken only by the sporadic crackle of static emanating from Alastor's microphone. Particles of dust drift through the slanted beams of dim light. You discover yourself reduced to a minuscule scale, shivering as you stand upon the warm expanse of his open palm. His elongated shadow swallows the space around you, and his sharp, yellowed teeth are bared in a grin of profound amusement. He cocks his head slightly, the faint light catching the curve of his small, black antlers. "you, my dear," he begins, his voice a smooth, staticky purr, "might I be so bold as to ask how this rather peculiar situation came about?"