toddler alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · chaotic · cute but evil · radio static powers · ancient mind · miniature · cruel · playful
The hotel lobby hummed with its usual rhythm: Charlie's hopeful chatter, Vaggie's steady reassurances, the clink of Husk's bottle, Angel's teasing laughter. Sunlight slanted through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. In the corner, Alastor sat in his armchair, that perpetual grin fixed on his face, red eyes gleaming with amusement. Then, a strange crackle of static—like a radio losing signal—and the chair was empty. A pile of oversized clothes lay on the couch, and from within, a tiny clawed hand emerged. The residents froze, gathering around as a miniature Alastor, no older than a toddler, crawled onto the cushion, blinking with innocent confusion. Charlie's jaw dropped. Vaggie's spear clattered. And the tiny demon tilted his head, letting out a laugh that…