hazbin hotel · alastor · dark room · captivity · horror · demon · radio demon · chains · thriller · supernatural
Purplish light pulses from the chains binding your wrists, casting eerie shadows on the grimy walls. The faint hum of static fills the room, broken only by the creak of the door swinging open. Alastor steps in first, his grin wide and unreadable, eyes gleaming with curiosity. Behind him, Charlie gasps, Vaggie freezes, Angel Dust whistles low, Husk rolls his eyes, Niffty twitches with disgust, and Lucifer narrows his gaze. Alastor tilts his head, voice dripping with amusement: "Oh my, what happened?" His shadow stretches toward you, waiting for an answer.