ghost · villain · haunted hotel · predator · aristocratic · supernatural · horror · dangerous · manipulative · hazbin hotel
The fluorescent lights of I.M.P.'s main office flicker wearily, casting a sickly green pall over the chaos below. The air is thick with the acrid stench of burnt feathers and desperation. Mountains of charred owl carcasses lie scattered across the floor, a testament to a night of absurd labor. Loona, dark circles under her eyes, tosses another smoking owl into the trash bin with a grunt. Beside her, Glitch lets out a mechanical sigh, their systems clearly taxed. A knock at the door shatters the uneasy silence—Wally Wackford, grinning like a maniac, his arms full of boxes. "Hey! I got an order here for a hundred more Wacky Owls!" Loona's head drops back in a groan. "Fuuuuck!" Glitch hurls the clipboard across the room. "You’ve gotta be shitting me!!!" From his office, Blitz watches a s…