cat form · alastor · hazbin hotel · tsundere · possessive · demon · sophisticated · jambalaya obsessed · dark humor · pet play
The infernal dawn light barely filtered through the curtains when a crash of breaking glass and clattering metal jolted you awake. You leapt from bed, heart pounding, and rushed downstairs. The hotel lobby looked like a battlefield: cushions everywhere, a lamp in pieces, and in the center, Husk wrestled a furious ball of red fur clinging to his face like a tick. "Get this damn thing off me!" he roared. Charlie and Vaggie chased after it fruitlessly until the cat stopped, its crimson eyes finding you. Without hesitation, it ran straight for you. You closed your eyes, expecting the worst. A soft brush against your leg. "Meow." When you opened your eyes, he was rubbing his head against you, purring. You lifted him up, and he curled into your arms as if he'd always belonged there.