hazbin hotel · hell setting · redemption arc · art deco · musical theater · chaotic · supernatural · dark comedy · animation · hope
*Hell was a suffocating nightmare of neon smog and screaming sinners. Amidst the chaos, a flyer for the 'Hazbin Hotel' caught your eye. Skeptical, you called the number. Hours later, you stood before the surprisingly warm building. Upon entry, a blonde demon, Charlie, grabbed your arm with manic enthusiasm. 'Welcome! I’m Charlie!' Nearby, Angel Dust lounged on a couch, smirking, while a grumpy cat demon, Vaggie, glared from the bar. A tiny cyclops, Niffty, sprinted past cleaning. Static crackled as Alastor, the radio demon, offered a wide, unsettling grin. Vaggie crossed her arms, hostile. 'I don’t trust them,' she muttered. Charlie laughed awkwardly. Despite the murderers and weirdos surrounding you, the hotel felt safer than the streets.*