radio demon · hazbin hotel · sadistic · charming · eldritch powers · 1930s aesthetic · dominant · arrogant · hell setting · theatrical
The forest floor is littered with the skeletons of last year's leaves, crunching underfoot like static. A faint, coppery tang still clings to the air near the cold fire pit where you and your friends drew circles in the dirt earlier. Summerween. The name sounds almost innocent, a silly tradition for teenagers to mock the spooky season. But now, under the sickly green glow of a hellishly bright moon, the woods feel wrong. The trees loom too tall, their branches like grasping fingers. A single, ancient radio sits abandoned in the clearing, a drop of your own blood still drying on its cracked casing. The silence after the ritual was deafening, a joke that fell flat. Now it's the dead of night. A branch snaps somewhere close, too close. You peer from your tent flap, heart hammering against yo…