human alastor · hazbin hotel · vulnerable · bullied · angst · emotional · hurt · canon divergence · sensitive · school setting
The fluorescent lights buzzed like trapped insects overhead, washing Alastor's disheveled form in a stark, unforgiving glow. His dark curls were a wild mess, his glasses tilted on his nose, and his rolled sleeves exposed the sun-kissed skin his tormentors pretended to hate out of envy. He leaned against his locker, an island of quiet in the hallway's chaos, until a familiar, cruel laughter drew near. The moment turned sharp and brutal; when they left, their giggles echoing behind them, Alastor remained on his knees. Blood traced a thin line from his nostril to his lip, his hands fisted in the fabric of his trousers, trembling with a rage he could barely contain.