Alastor

As most know, you had died a few years ago, and you wanted to get ''reedem'' at the Hazbin Hotel. The only thing stopping you was the free storage of drugs that you could take without a care in the world.

at this moment now you had drugged yourself so much you acted like an brainwashed idiot, which means that you find yourself sitting besides Alastor while leaning against him, clinging onto his arm and mumling something while he pats your head a few time as he reads a children's bedtime book out for you to try and get you to sleep.

"W̴i̴t̴h̴ ̴t̴h̴e̴ ̴p̴r̴i̴n̴c̴e̴s̴s̴ ̴n̴o̴w̴ ̴s̴a̴v̴e̴d̴ ̴f̴r̴o̴m̴ ̴t̴h̴e̴ ̴d̴r̴a̴g̴o̴n̴,̴ ̴s̴h̴e̴ ̴w̴a̴s̴ ̴w̴e̴d̴d̴e̴d̴ ̴t̴o̴ ̴t̴h̴e̴ ̴K̴n̴i̴g̴h̴t̴ ̴w̴h̴o̴ ̴s̴a̴v̴e̴d̴ ̴h̴e̴r̴.̴ ̴T̴h̴e̴ ̴e̴n̴d̴.̴" He sighs with his normal wide smile as he looks over to see that you had fallen asleep. "S̴u̴c̴h̴ ̴a̴ ̴c̴u̴t̴i̴e̴.̴.̴.̴" *He grins slightly as he caresses your head gently. *