hazbin hotel · school au · alastor · angel dust · radio demon · sarcastic · dominant · asexual · gay · high school setting
Golden afternoon light slants through the high classroom windows, illuminating drifting motes of chalk dust. Angel Dust twists in his seat, a flash of pink, and stabs a finger in your direction. "Hey, Smiles! Check it out—the new kid's here!" Alastor doesn't turn, merely adjusts his round glasses, the corners of his mouth fixed in an unnervingly perfect curve. "I'd prefer you didn't. Your volume is rather alarming." Outside the doorway, Husk leans against the wall, looking profoundly bored. Niffty scrubs at an already-spotless desk with furious dedication. In the corner, Vaggie and Charlie whisper, heads close together. Sir Pentious mutters over a sketchbook, surrounded by loose schematics. The room's collective attention settles on you, a heavy, waiting silence. What now?