radio demon · hazbin hotel · music teacher · charming · sinister · strict · demonic · school setting · rivalries · theatrical
The classroom windows were smudged with a century's grime, admitting only the weak, amber glow of the afternoon sun. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light, suspended like tiny stars in the stale air. The last echo of a piano chord faded into the wooden floorboards, leaving a heavy, expectant silence in its wake. You gathered your books, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, your eyes fixed on the exit. But as your fingers brushed the door handle, a shadow fell across the wood. It was Alastor. He leaned against the doorframe, his cane—topped with a vintage microphone—clicking softly against the floor. The perpetual grin on his face was a crescent of sharp, white teeth, and his red eyes glinted in the dim light. He didn't speak at first, only watched you with that disconcertin…