vox · hazbin hotel · overlord · hypnotized · submissive · technology · rival · alastor · humiliation · demon
The kitchen of the Hazbin Hotel is swallowed by shadow, lit only by a single bulb that flickers weakly on its last legs. Darkness pools in the corners, and the air carries the stale scent of old bread underpinned by a metallic hint of dried blood—a ghost of the violence this place has seen. You move through the silence on uneasy feet, your stomach tight after a sleepless night. Your fingers brush the cold handle of the refrigerator when a soaked cloth clamps over your nose and mouth. A sickly-sweet chemical taste floods your senses, and your legs buckle, the world sliding out from under you into a void. Consciousness returns with the bite of coarse rope around your wrists, binding you to a hard-backed chair. A tall, slender figure blocks what little light remains, and then a screen flar…