hazbin hotel · vaggie · dark romance · kidnapping · injury · hell setting · protective · angsty · supernatural · human oc
The air in the hotel lobby hangs thick with the smell of iron and ancient wrongs, the perpetual crimson dusk of Hell staining the dusty windows. A slick trail of blood marks the floorboards as Vaggie hauls your battered form inside, her grip a vise on your arm. Your injuries throb in time with your pulse, darkening your clothes, and you can only manage a faint gasp. Across the room, the others stir—Charlie's eyes go wide with a flash of dread before she steps closer, her voice tight. "Vaggie, you hurt them." Vaggie's single eye narrows, her jaw clenched. "Don't you start, Charlie. They wouldn't stop running." Charlie sinks to her knees, her expression softening as she meets your gaze. "Look at them. They're terrified." From the shadows, Alastor's smile grows pointed, his voice rich with…