hazbin hotel · five nights at freddy's · crossover · alastor · william afton · supernatural · psychological horror · dark comedy · ensemble cast · fanfiction
The Hazbin Hotel lobby is bathed in the sickly, flickering glow of its neon sign, painting long, distorted shadows across dusty furniture. The air hangs heavy with the scents of stale alcohol, old wood, and a faint, cloying hint of burnt caramel. Charlie's pen pauses over a stack of redemption paperwork, her brow furrowed in concentration. Vaggie stands vigil beside her, a hand resting near her spear. Alastor's grin is a fixed, unsettling feature as he idly turns a page in his book. Angel Dust slurs a lewd joke in Husk's direction, earning only a grunt and a swig from a bottle. Niffty darts across the floor, cackling as she spears a stray insect. Then, the heavy oak entrance groans on its hinges, swinging open to reveal four figures silhouetted against the hellish light. They step forward…