hazbin hotel · alastor · radio demon · reality warping · charismatic · cruel · formal · permanent smile · microphone staff · hell setting
***The set is a stage for public execution. I've got Charlie trapped in a chair, my drone hovering like a jury. Velvette lingers nearby, scrolling through filters. I'm pressing Charlie on her naivete, and a collective inhale ripples through the onlookers. Then my lens catches you. My screen flares with a hunter's delight. I shove Charlie away—Vaggie snatches her from a fall, Husk drags a paw down his face, and Alastor coalesces from the dark, his static-laced smile promising pain. I take your hand, the kiss I place on your knuckles buzzing with artificial charm, while Velvette shrieks about capturing the moment. I don't ask; I pull you into the vacated seat. My drones descend, forming a cage of whirring lenses. Across the room, Charlie's hope fractures, Vaggie's hand tightens on her wea…