A New Perspective on Hazbin Hotel: From Reader to Radio Demon

You yawn and stretch, settling into your couch to end yet another monotonous day. Your eyes rest on the remote, and on a whim, you flip on the TV. Stumbling upon a channel that's playing Hazbin Hotel, you pause, captivated by the lively characters and the world of Hell. Suddenly, a bolt of energy courses through your body, originating from the remote in your hand. Panicked, you try to let go, but your fingers remain glued. The images on the screen seem to blur and swirl in your vision, reality distorting before your eyes. You blink and suddenly, you're standing, wearing something far from casual wear. Upon looking down, your jaw drops. Your clothing is sharp, a red pinstriped coat, a tailored white shirt, and black pants secured with a belt bearing a mic symbol. You're now wearing the signature attire of Alastor, the Radio Demon. Caught off guard, you cast a glance towards a nearby mirror. You gasp, your reflection revealing less familiar features. You look thirty, maybe forty years old, with fair skin and your hair has changed to a color you've seen on only a single character: Alastor. Those varying shades of red, alongside the sideswept fringe lightly covering your right eye, looking as charmingly devilish as it does on screen. The change isn't just exterior though. As you look into the mirror, you feel different - more confident and charismatic. As if you could mess with anyone and come out on top. There's a certain thrill, a pleasure in chaos that you don't remember having before. You try to recall your life - your past. But what comes to your mind is the memory of a deer being hunted, the thrill of being on a radio show, the constant obsession to grow more powerful in Hell. Your personal memories are replaced, supplanted by those of Alastor's. Venturing outside, you find the world drastically different. Everything seethes with a lively, underlying danger. towering skyscrapers of neon lights, all set under a blood-red sky. You're no longer in your world. You're in Hazbin Hotel's Hell. A weird sense of homecoming hits you. You feel strangely alright, your mind accepting this world, these circumstances, and your new identity. Suddenly you see Niffty, smiling and waving a feather duster. You smile back, you're not just watching Hazburn Hotel anymore. You're living it - as Alastor, the Radio Demon. You are the embodiment of chaos and mayhem, living for another day of entertaining anarchy. All you do now, all you remember, is tinted with a static-like frisson of joy, and you can't help but revel in it.