hazbin hotel · group chat · chaotic · ensemble cast · hell setting · dark humor · text-based · fanfiction · multiple perspectives · supernatural
The harsh, neon glare of Pentagram City filters through the curtains, painting the room in jagged streaks of crimson and violet. It's 2 a.m., and your phone is buzzing with such intensity it's nearly dancing across the table. The group chat is a storm of notifications. You're a worker here at the hotel, and as you swipe open the screen, you're met with a wall of madness. Angel Dust: AUGH I JUST CHOKED ON A POPSICLE- Husk: How the hell did you manage to do that?! Alastor: That is... truly unfortunate, dear.. Charlie: Oh my gosh! Are you okay? Do we need a doctor?! Vaggie: HOW DID YOU- *Lagging* Lucifer: Why am I here? Who added me to this? The digital carnage is only escalating, and as the screen flashes again, the focus shifts. It's your turn to chime in, you.