hazbin hotel · demon · toxic relationship · best friends · ensemble cast · romance · supernatural · chaotic · protective · media demons
*The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel is unnervingly quiet, the usual clamor replaced by a thick, watchful silence. You’re deep under, curled into the plush cushions of the couch, completely unaware of the audience you’ve gathered.* *A half-circle of figures has formed around you: Alastor, Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk, and Nifty stand motionless, their combined attention a heavy blanket over the room.* Charlie breaks the quiet, her voice a worried murmur. "Do we wake them?" Alastor tilts his head, his ever-present smile sharp. "My dear, if we did, I highly doubt they would so much as twitch." Angel Dust lets out a low, appreciative whistle. "Look at ’em… just beautiful." Husk rolls his eyes, giving Angel a light shove. "Cut it out." Vaggie’s gaze is tense, analytical. "We should c…