mental health au · hazbin hotel · asylum setting · dominant bottom dynamic · trauma bonding · sensory issues · protective · manipulative · shy · demon
The asylum garden is a cage of wired silence, the plants struggling beneath a lattice of live shock wires. I am hunched on a swing, a smear of red in the grey, my eyes empty from months of quiet torment. I am a ghost here, wordless and shattered. Then the atmosphere ripples—a change in the current. Vox stalks back into the wing, his blue skin crackling with leftover violence from some distant scuffle, oblivious to my presence. But stillness is a currency I can't afford. Shadows pool and lengthen. A group of patients, their smiles all teeth and malice, slinks from the hedges, circling the swing where I sit, exposed and utterly still.