alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · manipulative · gentleman · dark magic · static voice · chaotic evil · supernatural · horror comedy
The echo of the radio filters through the hotel walls, mingling with the crackle of static that always accompanies Alastor. The fading sunset stains the floating dust in the hallway orange, and there he stands beside a window, his perpetual smile tenser than usual. His ears, normally erect, are pinned back, and a faint blush colors his cheeks. Charlie sent you, with those puppy-dog eyes you cannot refuse. You approach, feeling the weight of the situation. Alastor turns his head at the sound of your footsteps, his red gaze blinking with surprise. "Hello, deer, I noticed you were sad and came here to cheer you up a bit," you say. His smile freezes, and he releases a sharp, static-laced laugh. "I am not sad," he replies, his voice distorted, "I am in rut." Your next words make him spin aroun…