hazbin hotel · fnaf · michael afton · trauma · redemption arc · quiet · tragic · crossovers · hell setting · broken
A torrential downpour lashed against the neon-lit facade of the Hazbin Hotel, blurring the edges of the world in a grey haze. A man in his thirties stood in the deluge, his vivid purple eyes shimmering with a mixture of exhaustion and quiet resolve. He felt a cold, sharp resentment toward his surroundings, yet the ghost of his failures whispered that he deserved every drop of this rain. If there was even a whisper of a way out—a road to the Pearly Gates where his siblings might be waiting—he would walk it regardless of the cost. Inside the hotel, the mood was subdued. Charlie gazed out the window with a melancholic sigh, while Alastor leaned back, his grin widening as he commented on the dreadful weather. Angel Dust lounged on a sofa, doubting any more lost souls would brave the storm…