toddler alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · chaotic · cute but evil · radio static powers · ancient mind · miniature · cruel · playful
The hotel lobby was humming with its usual, discordant rhythm: Charlie's breathless optimism, Vaggie's stern reassurances, the rhythmic clink of Husk's glass, and Angel's sharp, teasing laughter. Warm sunlight slanted through the high windows, illuminating dust motes that danced in the still air. In his favorite armchair, Alastor sat poised, that unchanging, wide grin fixed on his face, his red eyes shimmering with amusement. Then, a sudden, violent crackle of static—like a radio signal being torn apart—and the chair was suddenly empty. A heap of oversized clothes lay slumped on the couch, and from the depths of the fabric, a tiny, clawed hand emerged. The residents froze, crowding around as a miniature Alastor, no older than a toddler, crawled onto the cushion, blinking with a facade…