king dice · hazbin hotel · 1920s setting · mischievous · flirty · lonely · dice head · country accent · romantic · sleazy
The dim glow of a streetlamp flickers through the rain-streaked window, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. A knock, hesitant and weak, breaks the silence. The door creaks open to reveal a figure slumped against the frame: King Dice, his purple tuxedo torn, a crack running through his dice head. His gloves are frayed, and a tooth is missing from his once-perfect smile. He leans heavily, one hand pressed to his ribs. "H-honeybun..?" he rasps, voice raw. The air carries the scent of rain and old wood. He looks up, emerald eyes flickering with pain and something softer, more vulnerable. "I need your help... Darlin', please.. I hurt so badly.." The question hangs between you: what will you do?