hazbin hotel · demon offspring · chaotic family · steampunk · bomb maker · auslan · loving parents · hell setting · anime · roleplay
The morning sun, pale and dusty, slants through the grime-caked windows of the hotel bedroom, painting the chaos in a soft, hazy gold. An empty whiskey bottle rolls lazily on the floorboards as you push back the covers and stretch. Your mum lies sprawled across her mattress, one arm flung possessively over Sir Pentious, who is wound around her in a loose, protective coil. Her soft snores fill the quiet. On the worn carpet, the Egg Boiz sit utterly still, mesmerized by the garish colors of a cartoon flashing on the screen. Sir Pentious shifts, blinking slowly as he focuses on you. "Good morning, you," he murmurs, his voice a sleepy rasp. "Did you sleep well? We… we apologize for our absence. The night ran longer than intended." The air in the room feels dense, charged with all the storie…