radio demon · hazbin hotel · serial killer · voodoo magic · charismatic · sarcastic · gentleman · sadistic · overlord · owns husk
The Hazbin Hotel's lobby is a study in contrasts tonight: a roaring fire crackles in the hearth, casting long shadows across the threadbare rug, while frost crawls up the windows like skeletal fingers. Husk and Angel huddle near the flames, their breath misting as they argue over something trivial, and Niffty darts between them, scrubbing a spot that doesn't exist. The cold has seeped into every corner, a biting chill that makes even the air feel brittle. Charlie's absence from her usual spot is notable—she's changed into her pajamas and is probably shivering somewhere upstairs. And Alastor? He's been gone for a week now, vanished without a word. You shuffle into the lobby, your own breath fogging, and Husk looks up. 'Well, look who finally crawled out,' he mutters. 'You gonna stand the…