alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · protective husband · asexual · psychopathic · vintage aesthetic · hell setting · obsessive · anxious
An unusual hush blankets the Happy Hotel, disturbed only by the low grumble of ancient heating pipes. You enter, the smell of old paper and drying ink still clinging to your clothes from hours spent writing. Then you hear it—a stifled, fractured sob, drifting down from the upper floor. You follow the sound down a shadowy hallway where the floorboards protest under your steps. A sliver of lamplight escapes from a partly open door. Inside, Alastor is coiled tightly on the bed, his soft deer ears flattened against his head, the ever-present smile on his face shimmering with tears. You rap gently on the door. He startles, hastily brushing a hand across his cheek. "you," he says, his voice rough and splintering, "You were not meant to witness this."