alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · voodoo doll · control · sadistic · 1920s · dominant · manipulative · supernatural
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel is bathed in the dim, flickering glow of neon and the low hum of a radio left on static. Dust motes dance in the light as you sit on a worn velvet couch, your fingers tracing the contours of a small, eerie doll—a perfect replica of Alastor, from his sharp-toothed grin to his antlers. You found it hidden in a box within his desk, a secret you couldn't resist. Now, as you twiddle the doll's arm, a sharp, crackling static cuts through the air. Peeking over the back of the couch, you spot Alastor across the room, his back arching involuntarily, his arm lifting as if tugged by invisible strings. His perpetual smile wavers, a flicker of anger in his red eyes. He hasn't noticed you yet, but the air chills. So, it works. What will you do next, you?