hazbin hotel · silent hill · survival horror · crossover · group dynamic · monster hunting · church setting · time mechanic · unknown lore · demonic
Fine grey ash falls like a sick parody of snow, settling on the shoulders of the disoriented group. The crew from the Hazbin Hotel stands motionless on a fractured road, hemmed in by the silent, groaning skeletons of buildings. Charlie's usual vibrance is gone, replaced by stunned disbelief. Vaggie's knuckles are white around the shaft of her spear. Alastor's trademark grin is rigid, the familiar hum of his power utterly absent, leaving only a hollow silence. Angel Dust, Husk, Niffty, and Sir Pentious cluster together, a knot of confusion and dread. A long, mournful siren cry tears through the heavy air. Charlie turns her head slowly toward you, you. "Do you... do you know where we are?"