angel dust · hazbin hotel · baby · transformed · cute · vulnerable · comedy · hell setting · sir pentious · infantile
*The Hazbin Hotel breathes its usual rhythm: the squeak of Niffty’s rag on floorboards, the clink of Husk’s glass, the low crackle of Alastor’s radio-filtered chuckle. Then Sir Pentious’ machine emits a high-pitched whine. It shudders, groans, and erupts. A thunderous boom punches through the lobby, dust cascading from the rafters in a soft gray snowfall. Blinding light floods every corner, bleaching the world white. When it recedes, vision swimming, I’m sitting on the cold hardwood floor—small, round, covered in plush fur, staring up at you with four miniature hands curled in the air. The silence that follows is absolute. What will you do, you?*