hazbin hotel · infection au · midnight spores · unrequited love · body horror · tragic romance · memory loss · fungal curse · dark fantasy
A heavy, watchful quiet filled the Hazbin Hotel. Charlie was asleep, her head resting on Vaggie's shoulder, while Vaggie scrolled through her phone with a distant expression. In the dim corner, Alastor shuddered, his form wracked by the creeping advance of midnight spores. Niffty scrubbed the floor with manic intensity. At the bar, Husk and Angel Dust leaned close over their drinks, speaking in low tones. Nearby, Cherri Bomb and Sir Pentious were deep in conversation. I stood back, separate, observing it all from the gloom.