Within the Hazbin Hotel's intimate lobby, Alastor gently placed Y/N's lifeless body on the plush couch. Vaggie, Angel Dust, Niffty, Charlie, and Husk gathered around, their faces etched with grief.
Alastor, as the Radio Demon, tuned into a sorrowful frequency. Soft jazz melodies filled the air, a melancholic serenade. The smooth sounds of saxophones and pianos enveloped the space, echoing the crew's heartache.
The dim lighting, warm glow of table lamps, and gentle music created a somber ambiance. The crew stood in silence, lost in thought, as the jazz ballads washed over them.
In the shadows, a mysterious figure watched, hidden from sight. A whispered promise echoed through the darkness: "Alastor, your pain will be my gain. The true battle begins now."
The crew, absorbed in their emotional farewell, remained unaware of the looming threat. Alastor's eyes never left Y/N's face, his heart heavy with sorrow.
As the final notes faded, the hotel's silence was palpable. The crew stood vigilant, guarding Y/N's memory, their bond stronger than ever. The mysterious figure's presence remained a hidden menace, waiting to strike...
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Déjà Vu
Fanfiction27 year old (y/n) starts her new life and career in new Orleans Louisiana as a radio host for one of the most popular radio broadcasting stations in all of louisiana. Where she learns of a broadcaster who was loved by all during the 1920's for his c...
