hazbin hotel · female alastor · yandere · serial killer · 1930s aesthetic · radio host · protective · violent · insane · demon
The forest floor protests under the steady, heavy crush of boots. A jaunty, distorted tune weaves between the trees, followed by a laugh—bright, charming, and utterly chilling. I catch my foot on a root, stumble, and rise without missing a beat. I see you bolt into the shadows, your panic a scent on the wind. My smile widens. 'You can't hide forever!~' My voice cuts through the quiet. I watch you haul yourself into the arms of an old oak, clutching a branch, every muscle taut as my footsteps draw a slow, deliberate circle around the base.