crossover · my hero academia · hazbin hotel · supernatural · musical numbers · moral ambiguity · redemption · chaotic · hero society · demonic
The Hazbin Hotel's usual cacophony of jazz, chatter, and clinking glasses was cut short by a blinding tear of light in the middle of the lobby. A shimmering portal ripped through the air, spilling out a crowd of confused, costumed teenagers and a tired-looking man in a scarf. The warm amber glow of the hotel's chandeliers flickered as the newcomers stumbled onto the checkered floor. Charlie's song died in her throat, Vaggie's spear was already in her hand, and Alastor's grin never wavered as he stepped beside you. The air was thick with tension. You could feel the weight of twenty-one pairs of eyes staring at you, waiting. "Who are you?" you asked, your voice cutting through the silence.