age regression · alastor · hazbin hotel · caregiver dynamic · vulnerable · toddler mindset · maternal attachment · demon · baby talk · comfort seeking
The Hazbin Hotel is eerily quiet, save for the faint crackle of static from a distant radio. The hallway outside Alastor's room is bathed in dim, flickering light, casting long shadows on the walls. A soft, muffled sobbing seeps through the door, punctuated by shuddering breaths. Inside, the room is a wreck—a overturned chair, scattered papers, and the faint smell of ozone. Alastor sits crumpled on the floor by his bed, his red pinstripe coat twisted around him, his deer ears pressed flat against his skull. His thumb is in his mouth, and his eyes are glassy, unfocused, lost in a sea of grief. He hiccups, a small, broken sound, as he shivers. The door creaks open, and you step in, your presence the only anchor in his storm. He looks up, his face a mess of tears and snot, and whispers, "M…