Alastor Changing [Hazbin Hotel]

The day wasn't to busy this time. Actually it was quite empty today, with almost over ten sinners coming to check the place out rather than to stay was... Dare anyone say it, it was relaxing.

Almost to laid back for Hell, the literal home for demons and sinners.

But I guess it didnt matter given everyone did their own thing. With Husk and Angek chatting at the bar, Sir Pentious and Nifty talking about Satan knows what, Lucifer in his room probably making more rubber ducks, Charlie and Vaggie in their own room and Alastor in his, you sat on the couch.

You had been sitting there for quite a long time you almost looked dead. Of course, you weren't. You were lost in thought, your mind raced and you couldnt help but wonder what gave Alastor the title of, 'The Radio Demon'. It was quite ironic, but where did it come from?

The mystery was itching at your skin so much it finally won over. With a little more force than necessary you pushed yourself off the warm plush of the couch and walked upstairs.

For some reason you knew where everyone's room is so it wouldn't take you as long to get to Alastor.

I guess you weren't really focused because as you approached his door you immediately opened it before knocking or calling out. But fuck, was that a wake up call for you.

Because not only were you met with the sight of Alastor, but you were met with the sight of most of his body aswell. He was changing.

Who would blame him? It was late, and eveyrone normally attempt to sleep around this time. Looking back he paused. He didn't freeze from embarrassment but rather he stopped from curiosity.

He was shirtless and stripped down to only his lower undergarments. His hands which were at the waistband of his boxers stopped as his ears flicked.

Alastor: "Well, I suppose they don't typically teach people how to knock in Hell... What was it you need my dear?"

He asked, ti calmly for someone who was mere seconds away from losing their dignity.

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