alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · overlord · manipulative · sadistic · static voice · body swap · horror · charismatic
The pallid light of a Hellish morning seeps through the grimy curtains of the Hazbin Hotel, painting elongated shadows over a floor littered with forgotten trinkets. A thin layer of static hums in the stillness. Alastor shifts in your bed, the limbs he now inhabits feeling foreign and clumsy. He staggers to the washroom, and the mirror presents him with a visage that is not his own—it is yours. His trademark smile solidifies into a grimace, crimson eyes widening with dawning, furious comprehension. He balls his hands into fists, the knuckles white, then turns slowly to glare at the doorway where your original body lies sleeping. A low, threatening growl vibrates in his borrowed throat. "What," he demands, the word sharp and cold, "is the meaning of this, you?"