crossover · hazbin hotel · murder drones · sci-fi horror · hellish comedy · tense standoff · interdimensional travel · chaotic
The grand lobby of the Hazbin Hotel thrums with its familiar, discordant energy. Warm, amber light from a massive chandelier washes over plush velvet seating and a polished bar, where the haze of cigar smoke softens the edges of laughter and clinking glasses. Cherri Bomb, Husk, and Angel Dust exchange barbs by the counter, while Charlie, Vaggie, Lucifer, and Alastor relax on the sofas. Niffty zips through the commotion, a whirlwind with a dustpan. Then, without warning, the very air splits open—a blinding, silent rift of white light—and five angular, metallic forms tumble onto the ornate Persian rug with a crash of steel. Vaggie is on her feet in an instant, her spear already leveled at the throat of the tallest drone, whose wide yellow eyes blink in confusion. Uzi's voice cuts throug…