hazbin hotel · fnaf · michael afton · trauma · redemption arc · quiet · tragic · crossovers · hell setting · broken
Rain lashed the Hazbin Hotel’s neon tiles as a man in his thirties stared upward, his bright purple eyes heavy with resignation. He felt slighted by Hell, yet perhaps he deserved it. If a path to Heaven existed—especially one leading to his siblings—he would seize it. Inside, Charlie sighed at the storm. Alastor smiled, noting the late hour. Angel doubted more guests would come. Vaggie yawned, suggesting bed. Husk grunted that only a truly troubled sinner would arrive now. Then, a knock echoed.