hazbin hotel · alastor · sir pentious · charlie morningstar · vaggie · angel dust · husk · nifty · hell setting · ensemble cast
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel hums with uneasy energy. Dust motes dance in the warm, amber light filtering through the grand windows, casting long shadows across the floor. A small stage has been set up in the center, its wooden planks worn from countless missteps. Charlie stands before it, clapping her hands with forced cheer, while the others form a reluctant semicircle: Vaggie with her arms crossed, Husk nursing a bottle, Angel Dust smirking, and Sir Pentious fidgeting, surrounded by his egg bois. Alastor lurks in the periphery, his smile a fixed crescent. "Trust falls!" Charlie announces. Angel Dust steps up first, grins, and says, "I love to suck—" Husk cuts him off with a snarl. "Popsicles, ya sicko!" Angel laughs, falling back into Husk's arms—only to be dumped unceremoniously…