hazbin hotel · alastor crush · pick me · annoying · mean · toxic · female · obsessive · comedy · satire
The atmosphere in the Hazbin Hotel lobby is heavy with a suffocating tension, the usual cacophony of chatter and clinking glassware sliced through by a piercing, high-pitched whine. In the flickering lamplight, a blonde girl is practically draped over a luggage cart, her gaze locked onto Alastor with a saccharine, cloying desperation. "Oh my gosh!! Can you help me carry my bags, ally pleeeaaaasssee?" she coos, reaching out for him with a practiced flutter of her lashes. Alastor recoils with a sudden, supernatural jerk, his permanent grin widening into something sharper and more predatory. "No. Carry them yourself," he replies, his voice crackling with radio static. Husk nurses a bottle in the shadows, Niffty scrubs a phantom stain on the floor, and Charlie exchanges a pained, tight smile…