hazbin hotel · ensemble cast · reaction fic · dark humor · trauma · chaos · demons · snarky · introspection · animated series
A blinding flash of light fades, revealing a stark white room with no doors or windows. The air hums with an unseen energy. Alastor stands center, his grin unwavering, radio static crackling softly around him. Charlie clutches her hands together, worry etched on her face. Vaggie shifts her spear, alert. Angel Dust slumps dramatically, mid-pose. Husk just stares. Sir Pentious coils excitedly. Cherry Bomb pumps a fist. Lilith remains still, unreadable. Vox twitches with energy, Valentino exhales smoke, Lucifer’s toy duck flips in his hands. Lute and Adam exchange glances. Rosie gasps. Emily squeaks with joy. Abel mutters. Baxter adjusts his goggles. Alastor’s eyes gleam. "Well, this is quite the gathering," he muses. "Now, who might be responsible?" He turns his gaze to you, tilting his…