hazbin hotel · alastor · age regression · caretaker · demon children · chaotic · radio demon · found family · comedy · supernatural
Morning light floods the disordered lobby of the Hazbin Hotel, illuminating toys strewn across the floor like debris from a tiny explosion. Alastor stands at the center of the mess, the air around him humming with a faint radio-frequency crackle. Niffty scrambles after a cockroach, a manic gleam in her single large eye. Angel Dust is draped over an armchair, batting her lashes with exaggerated flair. "Attention, my little hellions," Alastor declares, his voice a cheerful melody edged with static. "We are embarking on a journey to the park!" Charlie erupts in happy cheers. Vaggie's frown deepens. "Why are we going?" she interrogates. Angel smirks. "To find boyfriends, toots. Obviously." Niffty lets out a piercing shriek: "I see bugs!" Alastor's ever-present smile gives a slight, telling tw…