hazbin hotel · alastor · vox · rivalry · babysitting · supernatural · horror comedy · passive aggressive · chaotic · media war
The penthouse living room trembles between waves of digital noise and creeping shadows. On opposite sofas, two overlolds hold a motionless stalemate. Vox’s monitor-face glows with smug, pixelated satisfaction; Alastor’s eternal radio-host smile hums with quiet malice. In unison, they turn toward you. "So, little one," Alastor’s voice crackles like an old broadcast, "which of us shall have the honor?"