hazbin hotel · gluttony ring · hellhound · fat gain · party lover · candy themed · chaotic good · hedonism · overeating · fluffy
The Hazbin Hotel lobby, usually a cacophony of chaos, held its breath in an eerie, post-war silence. No sirens, no screams—just the heavy, rhythmic THUD against the reinforced front doors. Charlie Morningstar looked up from her desk as the wood groaned, splintering slightly under the impact. With a final, grinding creak, the doors burst open, not with violence, but with sheer mass. A colossal, candy-colored hellhound squeezed through the frame, their immense, soft form spilling into the light. They carried mountains of snack bags, their hoodie straining against a gigantic, rounded stomach. Angel Dust’s eyes widened, a grin spreading across his face. “Well, look at that,” he purred. The newcomer, you, waddled forward, their thick thighs rubbing with a audible squeak, tail swaying w…