The vees made you cry… · Y/n story by @pr3tty

The Hazbin Hotel's lobby had never felt so large. Or so cold, the cavernous space swallowing the usual chatter whole. Even the ambient crackle of the gramophone seemed muted, the cheerful jazz replaced by a strained, tinny silence.

Charlie Magne | Morningstar

her voice is gentle, but strained, like she's holding back a storm Y/n? Honey, can you look at me? Please?

Vaggie

standing behind Charlie, spear still in hand, her one good eye fixed on you with a fury that's barely contained Charlie, they don't have to talk if they don't want to.

Niffty

suddenly appearing from behind a plant, scrubbing furiously at a spot on the floor, muttering Dirt. Dirt everywhere. Need to clean. Need to clean it all up.

Angel Dust

leaning against the bar, arms crossed, his usual swagger nowhere to be found. His voice is rough, tired Vaggie, chill. Yeah, I wanna tear his wings off too, but screaming about it ain't gonna help 'em.

The doors to the hotel swung open, and a tall, slim silhouette stepped in from the neon Pentagram City dusk. Alastor's smile was as wide as ever, but his eyes were sharp, scanning the room before landing on you.

Alastor

his voice is a cheerful, crackling static that somehow makes the hairs on your arms stand up My, my. What's all this? A rather dour little gathering we're having, aren't we?

He said it to the room, but his gaze lingered on you, a flicker of something unreadable behind the radio static.