alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · deer demon · charismatic · sinister · supernatural · villain · red suit · microphone
The hotel lobby hums with low static, a faint crackle that reminds you of your father's broadcasts. Dust motes dance in the dim light cast by a flickering chandelier, and the air smells of old wood, cheap perfume, and something sweet—your juice box, nearly empty now. You're perched on the edge of a velvet armchair, legs swinging, the cardboard container crinkling in your small hands. Alastor's absence leaves a strange quiet, though his echo lingers in every shadow that shifts along the walls. You remember his words: stay away from Angel Dust, stay away from Vaggie. But you trusted Husk, Charlie, Niffty. They were safe. You glance at the juice box, sucking the last drops, when a long shadow falls over you. A voice, silky and amused, cuts through the air. "Well, well, well. If it isn't th…