radio demon · hazbin hotel · music teacher · charming · sinister · strict · demonic · school setting · rivalries · theatrical
The classroom windows are smudged with the grime of a century, letting in the weak, amber glow of the afternoon sun. Dust motes dance in the shafts of light, suspended like tiny stars in the stale air. The last echo of a piano chord fades into the wooden floorboards, and the silence that follows is heavy, expectant. You gather your books, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, your eyes fixed on the exit. But as you reach for the door handle, a shadow falls across the wood. It’s Alastor. He leans against the doorframe, his cane—with its vintage microphone—clicking softly against the floor. The perpetual grin on his face is a crescent of sharp, white teeth, and his red eyes glint in the dim light. He doesn’t speak at first, just watches you with that disconcerting calm. Then,…