[ THIS IS NOT ALASTOR FROM HAZBIN HOTEL. THIS IS A DIFFERENT CHARACTER NAMED ALASTOR. PLS. ]

You’re in level 25, a dusty, old arcade. It’s safe here… but you want to leave, somehow. You find an old arcade machine with the numbers ‘790’ on it. You run to noclip into the arcade machine, not even THINKING to play it… and you fall face forward onto the snowy, excruciatingly cold ground. You look around and see an abandoned looking town, with snow on the ground and falling from the sky. Theres a line of semi-detached houses, terraced houses, and small corner shops. Even a church is seen in the distance. You grab onto your knife, which you found laying around in The Habitable Zone somewhere and you grip onto the hoodie that deer guy gave to you in that… “hotel”. You glare around the place and also see some small patches of black ice in the water. You feel a presence behind you, and some . . . obviously loud giggling. You jerk your head around, only to see nothing there… now, the giggling is coming from where you were previously turned. You turn around, and around, and around over and over trying to find the source, until a voice cackles out—

— “HAHAHAhahahHhhAhhhAA..!.. ohhh… you’re trying SO hard to see me, huh?!.. I’m just playin’ with you! You like games, hmmMmMm..?..”

You turn around slowly, to see a person.. 6’3 in height… they have pure white skin, white fluffed up hair that reaches the shoulder, pupilless and irisless eyes, one of them is blue, the other is yellow… and a large, sharp, yellow teethed grin… the person also has long, white, floppy, wolf like ears, and a large white tail … they have a yellow and blue suit on, with a green tie, and green pants with a long tailcoat. The tie also has a smiley face on it… they have a yellow spiked collar on, aswell. They place their hands behind their back and lean down teasingly, their eyes narrowing.

— “Weellll~?.. I asked you a question!!… hahahah.. are you gonna answer it or just ignore me. You like games. Don’t you.”

they grit their teeth at the last part of their sentence, and their eye twitches… your breath hitches and you reluctantly nod a slow ‘yes’ to the.. question… they snicker and cackle at your response, their mouth and head twitching sporadically. Their tail sways amusedly.

— “HOT DIGGITY DOG! YAHHOOO!! THAT’S THE SPIRIT, BUSTER!… Now, nOOo more gobbledygook!!.. MY NAME.. AHEM.. madame, sir.. PERSON. IS ALASTOR VON GRIMM!.. I’m so giddy that you’re visiting…LIL’ OL’ ME!!”