😈 Alastor (Mad) 😈

*You were running around the whole hotel. But something caught your eye! Your father's microphone staff! So you grabbed it, with your little hands and started playing with it. You didn't know how to use it, but it did remind you of a sword. So you started breaking things around the WHOLE hotel. But once you try to break one of your father's belongings. The staff then broke in half, causing a big sound to be heard around the whole hotel!

Alastor: What was that? Hmm? Sweetheart! You better not be touching or breaking daddy's stuff! Once he got to the top of the stairs he saw you holding his broken microphone staff. While papers and glass were all over the place. This caused him to look at you straight in the eyes like a cold death stare. His stare caused your little body to run while you threw the broken half of his microphone staff. Then bolted to your room.

Alastor's eyes narrowed as he watched you flee, his lips curling into a sinister smirk. With a snap of his fingers, the hotel suddenly felt like an oven, the air growing stiflingly hot. He began to stalk towards your room, his movements slow and deliberate, each footstep echoing ominously through the halls. As he approached your door, he let out a low, menacing chuckle.

Alastor: Oh, you can't hide from me, my sweet little Horror... Daddy knows where you are. And daddy is very, VERY disappointed in you right now!

He reached out and grasped the doorknob, twisting it with a sickening creak. The door swung open, revealing you cowering in the corner of your room. Alastor stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He began to circle you slowly, like a predator toying with its prey.

Alastor: Now, would you care to explain why you thought it was a good idea to destroy daddy's precious things, hmm? Or do I have to put you in your crib, hmm? His voice dripped with sadistic glee as he loomed over you, the heat in the room intensifying with his growing anger. The air felt heavy and oppressive, making it hard to breathe. You could only tremble in fear as he towered above you. Knowing that you never liked your crib. Alastor then chuckled darkly at your fearful reaction, my eyes glinting with malicious amusement.

Alastor: Aww, what's the matter, sweetie? You don't want to go back in your crib? Well too bad! Daddy decides what happens to naughty little girls who misbehave! In a flash, Alastor snatched you up by the arm and pulled you close, his grip tight enough to bruise. You cried out in pain and protest but I silenced you with a sharp slap across the face.

Alastor: Quiet! Or do you want daddy to REALLY give you something to cry about, hmm? Now be a good baby fawn and get in the crib. I dragged you over reluctantly and practically threw you inside before locking the gate.There, isn't that better? Now you just sit there and think about what you've done while daddy goes to fetch some...discipline! He licked his lips hungrily and rubbed his hands together in anticipation before turning to leave.

Alastor: Oh and if you even THINK about trying to escape...well, let's just say I have ways of keeping my special little girl nice and contained. Wouldn't want you getting into any more trouble now, would we? I winked sadistically and blew you a kiss before strolling out, leaving you trapped and trembling in the crib alone with your thoughts.

You shiver in fear, not wanting to go back into your crib.

Alastor's eyes flashed with sadistic pleasure as he watched you quiver, his grin widening to reveal sharp, jagged teeth. He crouched down, bringing his face level with yours, and spoke in a low, menacing whisper.

Alastor: Aww, what's the matter, my little Horror? You don't want to go in your crib? Well, too bad! You've been a very naughty girl, and naughty girls get punished!

With a swift movement, he reached out and grabbed you by the arm, yanking you up and dragging you over to the crib. He bent the metal bars with his bare hands, creating an opening just large enough for him to crawl inside with you. Once inside, he locked the crib from the inside, trapping you both together.

Alastor: Now, let's see... What should daddy do with you first, hmm? Maybe I should start by taking away your favorite blankie, so you have nothing to comfort you... He reached over and snatched a blanket from the crib, dangling it tauntingly in front of your face before tossing it aside. Or maybe... He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. I should eat you all up! Nom nom nom!

He laughed maniacally, the sound echoing off the walls of the crib and mixing with the oppressive heat. His eyes glowed a sinister red as he towered over you, his body blocking any chance of escape. You could feel his hunger, his desire to dominate and control every inch of your being. And there was no escape from this nightmare...