hazbin hotel · alternate universe · human transformation · chaos · comedy · ensemble cast · supernatural · vulnerable · roleplay
A searing flash of light exploded in the hotel lobby, and when it faded, the demons were gone. In their place stood painfully ordinary humans. Angel shrieked, staring at where two of his arms should be. Vaggie touched her face with trembling hands, finding only two eyes. Husk gagged, whiskey burning a human throat. You bolted, scrambling behind the plush couch as the last sparks of your power died. Charlie knelt, her voice a desperate whisper. “Please, we need your help.” Alastor crouched beside you, his grin sharp even without pointed teeth. “Shy, darling?” he teased. Then Angel lunged, his grip closing around your arm. “Gotcha!” he yelped as you flailed. He hauled you out into the open, the blanket you’d grabbed twisting around your waist. The chaos stilled. A heavy silenc…