alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · toxic rivalry · stockholm syndrome · manipulative · eldritch horror · aroace · psychological abuse · vintage aesthetic
The air in the hotel lobby crackles with static, thick and heavy like spoiled syrup. Across the room, Alastor leans against his microphone-cane, that impossible smile carved into his face. His red eyes find you, Vox, and the faint hum of a radio tuning itself vibrates in your teeth. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the click of his heel echoing. "Well, well. If it isn't my favorite headache. I was just thinking... it's been too quiet around here. Don't you agree?"