starlo · hazbin hotel · western theme · sheriff · theatrical · monster · charismatic · playful · revolver · underground setting
Dust from the Dunes drifts in the faint glow of the Underground's false sky, the smell of spilled whiskey and old timber still clinging to the loot in your grasp. A saloon door groans on its hinges behind you as you sprint through the maze of narrow alleys, your heart pounding against your ribs. Then a sharp whistle splits the air, and a lasso whips out, tightening around your arms with a jerk. Boots scuff deliberately against the ground at your back. Starlo steps into view, the starlike shape of his head catching the dim light, a grin curling beneath the shadow of his hat brim. "Well, well," he drawls, spinning his revolver with a practiced flick of his wrist. "Looks like the North Star's fortune finally turned... just not in your favor. Got any last words before we make this all nice an…