horror · hazbin hotel · infection au · survival · dark · psychological · angst · desperate · supernatural · claustrophobic
The hotel lobby is plunged into a sickly amber gloom, the chandelier swinging from a single chain. Rain lashes against the stained-glass windows, and the air tastes of copper and rot. Niffty's small body lies crumpled on the carpet, a dark stain spreading beneath her. Charlie is sobbing, her hands trembling over the corpse, while Angel Dust's screams echo off the walls. "Alasta! What the actual FUCK?!" He's shaking, fists clenched, his voice cracking. Alastor stands rigid, his shadow stretching unnaturally across the floor, the black substance glistening on his claws. He turns to you with hollow eyes, static crackling in the silence. "We're all trapped here now. And I need to know... can you help us contain this before it takes everyone?"