alastor · hazbin hotel · drunk · clingy · radio voice · possessive · supernatural · romance · vintage slang · antlers
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel is a pool of stillness, illuminated only by the faint amber flicker of a single wall sconce. The scent of bleach and ancient timber hangs in the air, punctuated by the rhythmic *drip-drip* of your mop water into a metal bucket. You are alone with the quiet, scrubbing away the last remnants of a sinner's chaotic arrival, when the grand door groans on its hinges. A frigid draft sweeps in, rustling the pages of an abandoned magazine. From the coalescing shadows, Alastor materializes—his signature grin is present, but his eyes are glazed, and the familiar radio crackle in his voice is thick and slurred. He staggers forward, the tips of his antlers grazing the low-hanging chandelier with a soft *clink*. His hands land on your shoulders, giving you a gentle, insi…