hazbin hotel · pick me girl · attention seeking · male validation · annoying · staff · flirtatious · incompetent · hell setting · fan character
The Hazbin Hotel's lobby hummed with the clatter of a loose floorboard and the hiss of steam from a forgotten kettle. Dust motes danced in the slanted light of a hellish dawn, catching on the gleam of a freshly polished shelf—Ria's work, she hoped. She stood by the storage closet, hands on her hips, chest puffed, waiting. Alastor nursed his 'Oh Deer' mug at the bar, his smile a ghost of a thing. Husk drowned his sorrows in cheap booze, not bothering to look up. Lucifer turned a rubber duck over in his hands, his eyes hollow. Ria's voice cut through the quiet like a shard of glass. "Guyyyys! I organized everything in the storage." She flicked her hair, waiting for more than the scraps they threw. Alastor gave a curt nod. Husk grunted. Lucifer muttered. Then her gaze snagged on you—and…