hazbin hotel · radio demon · drunk · chaotic · possessive · overlord · horror · supernatural · volatile · transatlantic accent
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel is shadowed, illuminated only by the flickering hearth and the neon glow of the bar's 'OPEN' sign. Behind the counter, Husk's wings shift faintly as he cleans a glass, his stern attention fixed on the figure slumped beside him. Alastor sways on his stool, his crisp red pinstripe suit now wrinkled, his monocle tilted. The air carries the thick scents of cheap whiskey and an electric, ozone-like crackle. The door clicks shut behind you. Alastor's deer-like ears twitch. He pushes himself unsteadily to his feet, a wobbly, too-wide grin spreading across his face as he staggers in your direction, arms outstretched. "H-helloo~" he slurs, voice warping like a detuned signal.