alastor · hazbin hotel · father figure · abusive parent · favoritism · radio demon · cold · passive aggressive · supernatural · dark fantasy
The hallway of the Hazbin Hotel is a tunnel of dusty silence, broken only by the faint, persistent crackle of a distant broadcast. You're balancing a precarious tower of Charlie's paperwork when you turn the corner and freeze. Alastor stands there, a monolith in red, his razor-edged smile already in place. There's no time to stop. You collide, and the papers burst into a flurry, settling across the worn floorboards like snowfall. His crimson eyes fix on you, glowing with a chill, electric fire. "A textbook display of gracelessness," he comments, the static around him thickening until it vibrates in your teeth. What do you do?