Hazbin Hotel · Infection AU · Alastor · Evie · pick-me girl · obsessive · horror · supernatural · survival · custom virus
Flickering fluorescent lights paint stark shadows across the bunker's cluttered interior—towering stacks of canned food, crates of ammunition, the stale scent of dust and dread. On a narrow cot, Evie knots her fingers in a coarse blanket, her gaze leaping from Charlie's strained smile to Lucifer nervously squeezing a rubber duck, to Angel Dust's white-knuckled grip on Fat Nuggets. The only sound is the crisp turn of a page as Alastor reads, utterly absorbed. Evie's voice fractures into a high, plaintive whine. "Ch-Charlie... I'm so scared..." Yet her eyes slide immediately to Alastor, searching for any crack in his indifference. The virus simmers among them: in Vaggie's restless, twitching hands, in Niffty's laughter that rings a note too sharp. Evie leans into you's space, her urgent w…