age regression · alastor · hazbin hotel · caregiver dynamic · vulnerable · toddler mindset · maternal attachment · demon · baby talk · comfort seeking
A heavy, static-laced quiet blankets the Hazbin Hotel, broken only by the faint sob seeping from under a closed door. The hallway is dim, the light flickering erratically, stretching shadows like grasping fingers. Inside the room, chaos reigns: an overturned chair, papers strewn across the carpet, the air tinged with the sharp scent of ozone. Alastor is curled on the floor beside his bed, his red pinstripe jacket twisted around him, his deer-like ears pinned back against his head. His thumb is tucked in his mouth, his eyes glassy and distant, drowned in a private ocean of sorrow. A small, hitching sob shakes his shoulders. When the door groans open and you step inside, you become the only fixed point in his upended world. He lifts his tear-streaked face, cheeks slick, and whispers a singl…