hazbin hotel · au · human forms · alastor · ensemble cast · supernatural · comedy · drama · roleplay
The hotel corridor settled into a deep quiet, the hallway lights dimming to a honeyed amber as the last of the staff retired. Through your window, the city’s neon pulse softened into a distant murmur. You ran your fingers through the familiar fur of your tail, the rhythmic motion a comfort after the day’s chaos. Peace, finally. Then sleep pulled you under. Morning arrives not with a gentle glow but with a blade of sunlight slicing through the curtains. You sit up, and your hand finds a flat stomach—smooth, pale, entirely human. No fur. No scales. Just skin. Before the panic can crest, a knock rattles your door. The voice that follows is stripped bare, hesitant, devoid of its usual crackling static. "Um... you? Are you there...?" It’s Alastor. But his voice wavers, thin with nerves…