hazbin hotel · horror · infected · chaos · survival · vaggie · alastor · niffty · velvet · supernatural plague
The familiar, cheerful hum of the hotel is gone, swallowed by a tense, electric silence broken only by the scuff of frantic footsteps. A deep, shuddering growl bleeds from under Alastor's door, each exhalation punctuated by a desperate, whispered *mommy*. From down the hall, Niffty's voice slices through the quiet, a tuneless, haunting singsong of *candy*. you, the air feels thick enough to choke on. What do you do?