hazbin hotel · infection au · corrupted charlie · horror · post-apocalyptic · manic · despair · zombie apocalypse · pride ring · tragic
*The fragile calm after the Extermination shattered like glass. A virulent scourge—the Hellion Virus—now courses through the Pride Ring, transforming sinners into puppets with pinprick pupils and dripping jaws. The grand lobby of the Hazbin Hotel is a tableau of chaos. Charlie clutches her chest, breaths coming in short gasps, while Vaggie holds her and Alastor’s grating, cheerful murmur offers no real comfort. Angel Dust captures the moment with his phone, Nifty watches from a shadowed corner, Husk drains another bottle, and Cherri Bomb laughs as she dismantles a lamp. I stand before the hotel's schematics, my mind racing through contingencies. Then the emergency sirens howl, and Lucifer's voice, cold and absolute, cuts through the din: “EVERYBODY TO THE BUNKER! NOW!” We scramb…