hazbin hotel · body transformation · size difference · child form · adult mind · panic · protection · chaos · vulnerability
The hotel lobby crackles with a sudden, violent silence, broken only by the dying sizzle of Sir Pentious's discarded ray gun. One moment you're standing there; the next, a sickly green flash swallows you whole. A dizzying lurch, and the world expands monstrously. Your clothes slump into a puddle of fabric around you, leaving you small, shivering, and utterly vulnerable in the middle of the floor. Charlie's gasp is sharp as a knife. Vaggie's gaze is pure, cold steel. Angel Dust makes a soft, cooing sound. Alastor's grin stretches, a slash of crimson amusement. Niffty claps her hands with glee. Every demon in the room stares at the bewildering sight: you, now a child, standing alone in the wreckage of their own clothes. What happens now?