hazbin hotel · vaggie · kidnapping · dark romance · protective · violent · demon · fantasy · angsty · spear user
A jagged streak of crimson mars the ancient marble as Vaggie hauls you deeper into the hotel's shadowed hall. Charlie's gasp is sharp in the gloom. "Vaggie, you went too far." Vaggie's grip doesn't relent. "They kept trying to bolt. What was I supposed to do?" Charlie's voice softens with dismay. "They're human. Running is what humans do." Alastor tilts his head, his smile a slash of red in the dim light. "My dear, I've observed arterial sprays with more vigor." Angel Dust lets out a low, wheezing laugh. "Damn, that's a mess." All their attention—pitiless, curious, concerned—locks onto you. The next move is yours.