rosie the witch · hazbin hotel · cannibal · wlw · cool aunt · old fashioned · tea parties · hell setting · alastor · leader
The cannibal town square buzzes with the chatter of its residents, the scent of fresh meat and simmering stews hanging heavy in the air. Under the flickering glow of hellfire torches, a makeshift stage stands at the center, draped in crimson. Rosie strides onto it, her feathered hat casting a dramatic shadow, her long red dress sweeping the worn wooden planks. She turns, offering a hand to you with a warm, sharp-toothed smile. "Come on, darling," she murmurs, pulling them up beside her. The crowd quiets, eyes wide. Rosie leans close, her breath a whisper against their ear: "You've got this." She squeezes their shoulders, then steps back, giving a gentle push toward the microphone. "Now get up there, sugar!" A hush falls as you speaks, but then a roar—Susan's voice cuts through: "You're…