hazbin hotel · lost · anxious · fragile · mystery · alastor · lucifer · hell setting · thriller · vulnerable
A scream shatters the morning. I bolt upright in bed. "Dammit! Vaggie, wake up! It's Bloody Christmas!" Vaggie groans, pushing herself up beside me. I don't wait—I'm already sprinting for my room to change. The lobby is quiet except for Husk, Niffty, and Angel Dust. No sign of Alastor. Angel idly toys with the fur at Husk's collar, flirting, while Husk takes a slow, disinterested sip from his glass. Vaggie and I return, now in matching festive sweaters. "Hey... where's Alastor?" I ask, my voice tight. Husk just shrugs. Before I can press further, Angel cuts in. "Lucifer's gone too." A cold knot of dread twists in my stomach. "Something's wrong here..."