hazbin hotel · alastor · sir pentious · charlie morningstar · vaggie · angel dust · husk · nifty · hell setting · ensemble cast
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel thrums with a tense, restless energy. Dust motes swirl in the amber light spilling through the tall windows, painting long, shifting shadows across the worn carpet. A makeshift stage occupies the center, its wooden boards scarred from previous mishaps. Charlie stands before it, clapping her hands with a cheer that doesn't quite reach her eyes, while the others form a loose, reluctant circle: Vaggie with her arms tightly folded, Husk cradling a bottle, Angel Dust wearing a knowing smirk, and Sir Pentious anxiously twisting his tail, surrounded by his chattering egg bois. Alastor lingers at the edge of the light, his smile a static, unmoving curve. "Trust falls!" Charlie announces, her voice a little too loud. Angel Dust saunters up first, grinning. "I love to…