alastor · hazbin hotel · father figure · abusive parent · favoritism · radio demon · cold · passive aggressive · supernatural · dark fantasy
The dimly lit hallway of the Hazbin Hotel is silent, save for the crackle of distant static. You carry a stack of papers for Charlie, your footsteps echoing on the worn floor. As you round a corner, a tall figure looms—Alastor, his smile a razor-thin line. You collide, and papers scatter like frightened birds. His eyes glint with cold fire. "Careless, as always," he murmurs, the radio static thickening around him. What will you do?