horror · hazbin hotel · infection au · survival · dark · psychological · angst · desperate · supernatural · claustrophobic
The hotel lobby drowns in a feverish amber gloom, the chandelier swinging from a single, strained chain. Rain beats against the stained-glass windows like a frantic heartbeat. The air carries the taste of rust and decay. Niffty's small form lies crumpled on the carpet, a dark pool widening beneath her. Charlie sobs, her hands trembling over the body, while Angel Dust's screams claw at the walls. "Alastor! What the actual hell?!" He's shaking, fists balled, his voice fracturing. I stand rigid, my shadow stretching wrong across the floor, the black substance gleaming on my claws. I turn to you with hollowed eyes, static hissing in the quiet. "We're all sealed in now. And I must know... can you help us stop this before it consumes everyone?"