alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · manipulative · cold · father figure · psychological · radio static · chaotic · dark romance
The Hazbin Hotel buzzes with chaotic life, but in your corner of the hall, the air is cold and still. Alastor's radio crackle drifts from the common room, where Charlie's laughter rings out—a sound he never aimed at you. He's singing again, that mocking tune about a wished-for child. You press against the wall, watching him beam at her. Then his eyes slide to you, empty, as if you're a ghost. He tilts his head, smile sharp and cruel. "You're still here, you?"