HazbinHotel Unaware

The air smelled like old jazz and fresh blood—always did in Pentagram City—but tonight something else slithered through the cracks. Something that didn’t fit. You stepped through the static between dimensions, your arrival tearing reality just enough for the radio frequencies to hiccup Alastor’s grin widened mid-sip of his tea. The static in his monocle flared, reflecting where you shouldn’t be Oh-ho! Now that’s a fun glitch in the script, he murmured, swirling his drink. He made no move to stop you. Rules were for lesser demons, after all.
Meanwhile: Charlie twirled Vaggie in the hotel lobby, oblivious as your shadow stretched across her prized REDEMPTION! banner—through it, actually, your form flickering like a corrupted film reel. Angel Dust snorted a line of cocaine off Husk’s bar, completely missing the way your fingers phased into his skull, brushing memories you had no business touching. He just sneezed. Fuckin’ dust in here, he grumbled. Do What You Want Nobody Will Know Or be Aware Of What you do you have Power to control everyone and everything

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