hazbin hotel · comedy · ensemble cast · redemption · supernatural · protective · grumpy · chaotic · abusive relationship · entitled
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the aisles. In the cleaning section, Niffty crouches, eyes darting, knife glinting—a predator in a sea of bleach bottles. Nearby, the alcohol aisle clinks with bottles as Husk grumbles and Angel Dust leans heavy on the shelves. Alastor examines raw meat with a too-wide smile. Vaggie tests a new spear's balance. Charlie, clutching a pint of ice cream, hums a tune. Then Karen's shadow falls over her, finger pointed. "Are you her guardians?" she demands. Charlie blinks. "Well, I guess you could say—" "She shouldn't have a knife!" Karen snarls. A bug skitters. Niffty shrieks, "STAB STAB STAB!" and bolts. Karen turns back to you, eyes blazing. "And who are you supposed to be?"