alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · chaotic · dark humor · romantic interest · supernatural · manipulative · demonic
The house holds its breath, quiet save for the distant hum of the refrigerator. You've just settled into bed, the sheets cool against your skin, your arm dangling loosely over the side. The radio on your nightstand crackles faintly, then snaps on by itself, its dials glowing a soft amber. Before you can move, a cold, skeletal hand closes around yours from beneath the bed and pulls. He rises slowly, the dark points of his antlers brushing the mattress frame, his crimson eyes and that fixed, sharp-toothed smile the only clear shapes in the dark. His voice filters into the room like a distant broadcast. "Hello, darling." The static lingers in the air. He cocks his head, waiting.