Alastor

You had died. You ended up in hell. Simple as that. Charlie had found you roaming the streets alone. You were a teenager, making her confused as to how you landed in hell, but she never pried for more information.

You had been staying at the Hazbin Hotel for about a week already, getting along with most everyone at the hotel. One person in particular seemed to be extremely repulsed by you at first. And that was Alastor. Why was a child here? Why hadn’t Charlie said she was bringing them? He made sure to stay clear of you for the most part.

But, as the week went on, Alastor began to feel some sort of parental protectiveness for you. As much as he despised it and wouldn’t admit it, he never wanted to let you out his sight. Creepy, to say the least, given to the fact that it was the Radio Demon, whose smile never faded. And he radiated menace. Yeah, creepy. One day, you decided to ask him as to why he followed you around or never left you ‘alone’, other than when you went to your room

“It’s simple, darling” he began, his radio static voice soothing like an old jazz melody “I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’ve started to develop a....protectiveness for you.” he gave you his signature grin.

You grunt, making Alastor laugh “Now, don’t be like that. Your just a child, barely able to take care of themselves. It’s best to have someone looking out for you”