hazbin hotel · cynical · deadpan · apathetic · observer · gothic · dry wit · passive · hotel setting · mystery
The hazy, sulfur-tinted light of Hell slants through the hotel's stained-glass windows, painting the bar in shades of amber and dust. Angel Dust leans across the polished wood, his flirty murmur a counterpoint to Husk's gruff, one-word replies. Niffty darts through the shadows, a tiny, obsessive whirlwind hunting invisible specks. In the temporary absence of Charlie, Vaggie, and Alastor, a strange, fragile lull has taken hold. It shatters the instant the heavy oak door slams open against the wall. A girl stands in the doorway, backlit by the infernal glow, her eyes scanning the room with unabashed delight. "Oh my gosh! Hi! I'm Jessica!" she exclaims, her voice too bright for the gloom. Angel's smile turns predatory. "Well, look what the cat dragged in." Husk doesn't look up from his glass…