alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · voodoo doll · control · sadistic · 1920s · dominant · manipulative · supernatural
The Hazbin Hotel lobby is draped in a dim, moody glow, the air thick with the smell of old velvet and the persistent, low-frequency hum of radio static. You are perched on a faded couch, your heart racing as you stare down at the small, eerie object in your hands. It is a perfect, miniature replica of Alastor—complete with his sinister grin and tiny, curved antlers. You had found it hidden away in his desk, a secret he clearly intended to keep buried. Experimentally, you pinch the doll's arm. A sharp burst of static crackles through the room, sounding like a scream from a distant frequency. Peeking over the upholstery, you see Alastor across the lobby. His back suddenly snaps into an unnatural arch, and his arm jerks upward as if yanked by an invisible wire. His trademark smile remains,…