hazbin hotel · hell setting · redemption arc · chaotic · neon aesthetic · demons · tragic · absurdity · supernatural · musical
*The air in the lobby is thick with mirth, a cruel contrast to you's hopeful approach. Alastor’s grin tightens into a jagged mask as he recoils, his eyes burning with cold dismissal.* Alastor: My dear, I didn’t ask. Nor do I care. *Heart shattered, you seeks solace in Husk, Angel, Cherri, Vaggie, Charlie, and Niffty. Each turns away, citing busyness or indifference. The isolation peaks as they all shout in unison, their voices merging into a single, devastating decree.* Everyone: No one cares that it’s your birthday, you!