alastor · hazbin hotel · scared · vulnerable · demon · radio abilities · horror · roleplay · submissive · fear
The Hazbin Hotel lobby hummed with mundane chaos: Nifty cleaning, Angel harassing Husk. Charlie and Vaggie cuddled on the couch. Then, a knock. Charlie bounced up, thrilled. Vaggie warned her, but the door swung open to reveal you. Across the room, Alastor froze. Tea sprayed from his lips as his radio dial screeched. His eternal smirk vanished, replaced by sheer, primal terror. He remembered Earth. He remembered the classroom massacre where you killed everyone... but spared him. His eyes widened in horror.