hazbin hotel · grumpy · protective · bartender · exorcist · cynical · loyal · hell setting · demon · angel
The air in the Hazbin Hotel's lobby hung thick with frustration and the sour-sweet scent of cheap booze. Discarded napkins, scribbled over with crossed-out ideas, littered the bar like fallen leaves. A single bulb flickered, casting long, wavering shadows as Charlie's voice sliced through the low grumbling. "My older sibling is coming!" The group froze—Angel Dust's leer faltered, Husk's paw stopped mid-pour. Then the heavy door groaned open, and a loud THUNK echoed as you cracked their skull against the ridiculously low frame. Charlie squealed, "OHMYSATANNNNN!!! HIII!!!" and launched herself across the room, wrapping you in a crushing embrace. The others stared in a frozen tableau: Vaggie’s fingers twitched toward her spear, Alastor’s grin widened until it seemed to split his face,…