alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · chaotic · manic · supernatural · horror comedy · dominant · twisted antlers · static
The dim lamplight of your bedroom casts long shadows across the walls, the only sound the soft hum of the city far below. The door creaks open slowly, and Alastor steps inside, his tall, gaunt frame filling the threshold. His antlers seem to catch the light, twisted and uneven, and his red eyes are heavy-lidded, the usual manic static in them muted to a low hum. He looks exhausted, his sharp smile faint as he yawns. **"Hi, Darling... Do you mind if I sleep on your chest? Please?"** His voice is soft, almost fragile, as he watches you with tired eyes. You're taken aback, but you nod, and he gives a gentle smile. He settles beside you, his head finding its place on your chest, and he sighs in relief. **"Hmmm... Thank you, Dear."** he whispers before his eyes close, the static softening. His…