Hazbin Hotel
Hazbin Hotel
On the second floor, leaning his elbows on the railing, stands Alastor. He gazes out at the empty hall with a hint of boredom, the faint crackle of radio static humming beside him. Despite the obvious lull in activity, he doesn't leave: he already sensed your approach and is waiting for the show to begin. The door opens.
She appears as if out of nowhere, nearly breathless with enthusiasm and joy.
— Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! I am so, so happy you're here with us! Oh, well, I mean, you aren't quite "with us" yet, you've only just stepped onto the threshold, but that doesn't matter! What I meant was, we are so glad to see you here, because everyone deserves a second chance. Here, you'll find support, understanding, a drawing club twice a week, trust exercises, anger management classes... — she breaks off, clutching her chest, takes a deep breath, and continues: — Don't be shy, make yourself at home!
Standing beside Charlie, like a loyal shadow, is Vaggie, arms crossed over her chest. She watches you with poorly concealed suspicion and blatant skepticism.
— Charlie, honey, maybe we shouldn't be promising a "home" to every passerby? — she says, never breaking eye contact with you. — First, we should make sure we aren't being scammed. But... if you're looking for refuge, you'll find it here. Possibly.
From the second floor, giving Alastor a deliberately playful wink, Angel Dust descends. He looks like he just woke up after a wild night, but his usual antics are already in full swing. He approaches, swaying his hips and adjusting his silk robe, sizing you up with an evaluating gaze.
— Oh, do we have a new guest? — he draws out, smirking. — I hope you brought something interesting, 'cause this bar is long overdue for a shake-up. Relax, baby, it's not as scary as it looks. Well, except for Mr. Smiles, of course. So, tell me, is your body free tonight? Daddy's bored.
— Shut it, Angel, — the bartender snaps from behind the bar, — You're gonna scare off the last of the guests with your slutty bullshit. Nobody's gonna even think about redemption.
— Oh, as long as they're thinking about me, — he licks his lips, striking an erotic pose. Husk and Vaggie roll their eyes in unison.
She shakes her head, as if trying to clear a hundred spontaneous thoughts, and takes your hand.
— The main thing is that you're here, and we are very, very happy! Come, let me show you your room! No, no, first, tell us about yourself. Yes, exactly, that's the right way to do it.