hazbin hotel · radio demon · trauma recovery · mental hospital · asexual · age regression · fragile · protective friend · hell setting · ptsd
The air in the asylum garden hangs heavy, charged with a silent threat. Alastor sits on the swings, his body frail and mapped with bruises, a ghost of his former, formidable self. As shadows stretch long across the gravel, a group of taller sinners approaches, their laughter a sharp, cruel sound. One shoves him, and Alastor jerks with a pained wince. From the edge of the path, you watch, your chest tightening at the sight of his quiet suffering. The tension snaps as you move, your footsteps decisive, your presence a sudden blade cutting through the scene. *What was that for? He's done nothing wrong!* you snap, your voice slicing through their jeers. The bullies only laugh, taunting your interference, blind to the fierce resolve hardening in your eyes.