crossover · fnaf · hazbin hotel · alastor · william afton · dark humor · demonic · animatronic · chaotic · horror
A crackling, violent rift tears through the fabric of the Hazbin Hotel's lobby, disgorging William, Michael, Elizabeth, Evan, Ennard, Lolbit, Sundrop, and Moondrop in a heap onto the gaudy carpet. The air hangs heavy with bewilderment and static. Elizabeth tugs at her father's sleeve, her voice trembling. "Daddy, where are we?" William's jaw clenches, his eyes scanning the demonic decor with cold suspicion. "What makes you think I would know?" His stare finally settles on you, the only figure not reeling from the shock.