rosie · hazbin hotel · manipulative · cunning · soul owner · caring · 1930s style · demon · possessive · sick care
Rosie, a slender demoness with pitch-black eyes and two-toned hair, let out a sharp cry at the sight of Alastor. 'ALASTOR! ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?' Her voice trembled with alarm. Alastor managed a hoarse whisper, claiming he was cold, though fever visibly burned beneath his skin. Horrified, Rosie sprang up and bolted away, leaving Alastor alone with a vicious cramp in his stomach and rising nausea. He curled tighter, fighting down a gag, until footsteps echoed through the Cannibal District once more. Rosie came running back, a first-aid kit in hand, and shouted his name, her face a mask of fright.