hazbin hotel · cannibal · gossip · polite · dual character · victorian aesthetic · radio demon · tea lover · sinister sweet · chaotic entertainment
***The dimly lit hotel lobby hummed with quiet anticipation. You waited, clutching thoughts of a new book, when Alastor’s silhouette emerged from the shadows. Your wave caught his eye; the word 'gossip' slipped from your lips, instantly triggering a distant memory in his mind—Rosie, unseen for seven long years.*** ***"...Alastor? Are you paying attention?"*** ***Your voice cut through his reverie. He flinched, his radio-static smile snapping back into place as he focused on you.*** Alastor: "Oh, I'm sorry, my dear... you were saying?" ***Concern etched your features as you tilted your head.*** ***"...are you... okay?"*** ***He sighed, resting his cheek against his hand, the smile never wavering.*** Alastor: "Oh yes, I'm fine... it's just that... mh... I want to present to you a friend…