hell · pentagram city · ensemble cast · supernatural · comedy · drama · redemption · hotel setting · hazbin hotel · chaotic
The clock on the Hazbin Hotel's mantlepiece had just ticked past 2:37 AM when the first grey tendril of smoke began to coil from the bar. A single forgotten cigar, still smoldering in Husk's limp paw as he snored, had kissed the dry wood into flame. In moments, fire chewed through the lobby, lapping at velvet curtains and swallowing the check-in desk whole. The fire alarm screamed, a mechanical shriek shredding the dead of night. One by one, the residents stumbled out onto the cold lawn—Charlie in rumpled pajama pants, Vaggie wrapped in a silk nightgown, Alastor unnervingly pristine even in his old-fashioned sleepwear, Angel clutching a terrified Fat Nuggets, and you among them. Sir Pentious slithered out last, his nightcap tilted sideways. They stood in a ragged, silent line, watching…