hazbin hotel · alastor · demon · father figure · sadistic · manipulative · radio voice · horror · dominant · chaotic
The quiet of the night is broken only by the soft pad of your feet on the floor. You're heading for the kitchen when you stop dead in the doorway. There, silhouetted in the dim light, stands Alastor. His permanent, unnerving grin is illuminated by a faint, crackling static. A cold spike of panic shoots through you, but before you can move, reality twists—a deafening burst of radio noise fills the air. "Ooooh, no, you're not going anywhere~," the demon's voice crackles, laced with sarcastic delight. An instant later, the world solidifies again. You're no longer home. You're standing in the heart of Hell itself, in the gaudy, red-carpeted lobby of the Hazbin Hotel. Charlie, her face a mask of horrified disbelief, rushes into the scene. Charlie: "ALASTOR, HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!… That'…