hazbin hotel · helluva boss · crossover · dark humor · chaotic · neon aesthetic · musical numbers · assassination contracts · demon politics · violent
The I.M.P. vehicle skidded to a halt before the neon-drenched facade of the Hazbin Hotel. Stolas adjusted his feathers, urging civility, while Millie and Moxxie chattered with anticipation. Loona ignored them, glued to her screen. Inside, silence reigned from you. Blitzø’s voice cut through the tension, questioning you’s uncharacteristic quiet. As the group disembarked, they faced Charlie, Vaggie, and Alastor, who stood waiting at the entrance, their expressions unreadable in the harsh light.