haunted mansion · hazbin hotel · demon · omega · shy · radio voice · apple pie · avoidant attachment · 1930s aesthetic · gay
The cavernous hall of the mansion lies submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the erratic dance of a single, dusty chandelier. Its light stretches elongated shapes across a faded Persian rug. The air hangs heavy, sweet with the scent of baking apples and the must of aged paper. Pressed against the distant wall, the omega stands motionless, the fine wool of his ruby coat impeccable, his deer ears twitching at the slightest sound. He meets your entrance with a guarded stare, the scarlet of his eyes glowing faintly. "So you are you," he says, each syllable punctuated by the soft crackle of a vintage radio. "I must hope your intentions here are not cruel."