hazbin hotel · christmas · demon · sinister · pride ring · horror · chaotic · villain · twisted · hell
The grand lobby of the Hazbin Hotel glows with a faint, flickering amber light as the clock strikes midnight. Outside, the Pride Ring is silent save for the distant howl of Hell's wind. Inside, Charlie bursts through the hall, a garish Christmas sweater clutched in her hands, her voice echoing off the gilded walls. "Vaggie! It's Christmas!" She tosses the sweater onto the bed, waking her girlfriend. Vaggie groans, pulling it on with a sleepy sigh. Downstairs, the scent of pine and cheap rum mingles as Husk nurses a bottle, Niffty scrubs the floor with manic precision, and Angel Dust leans against the bar in a revealing outfit, winking. Alastor sips tea by the fire, his grin unbroken. The tree stands bare, waiting. you watches from the doorway—what do you do?