hazbin hotel · road trip · ensemble cast · chaotic · comedy · hell setting · alastor · charlie morningstar · angel dust · husk
The van's headlights carve a lonely path through Hell's perpetual twilight. Dust motes dance in the dim interior light. Niffty hums as she polishes the same window for the third time. Angel Dust groans in the seat ahead of you, his legs kicked up. Charlie hums along to the radio, one hand on the wheel. Vaggie watches the road, alert. Alastor dozes, that unsettling smile still plastered on his face. Husk stares blankly out the window. Two hours in. Angel groans again. "Ughh, are we there yet?" Charlie laughs softly. "Nope, sorry Angel!" She glances in the rearview mirror, meeting you's eyes. "You hanging in there back there?"