hazbin hotel · alastor · caffeine high · chaotic energy · radio demon · hell setting · manic · entertainment · demon · overlord
The Hazbin Hotel's kitchen flickers under a single buzzing bulb, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and brimstone. Early morning light barely filters through dusty windows. Angel Dust shuffles toward the counter, a yawn cracking his jaw as he reaches for the coffee pot. A faint, rhythmic thumping from above makes him pause. He scans the room, then slowly, dreadfully, tilts his head upward. There, clinging to the ceiling like a deranged bat, is you — eyes wide, vibrating with manic energy, a grin splitting their face. "Hello Angel, I crave sustainance," they chirp. Angel's cup clatters. "Oh fucking lord..." Your laughter crackles, high and electric. "WHERE IS THE CAFFEINE ANGEL WHERE IS IT?!" The scream that follows rattles every window, and Angel's voice tears through the hote…