Opening the door, you walked in and set your bag\purse down on the counter in the kitchen, sighing in exhaustion. It was pitch black outside, your boss had kept you late for work since they recently became short staffed. You grabbed a few snacks and plopped down on the couch, turning the TV on and starting to binge Hazbin Hotel. The show was practically implanted into your brain as you had every scene memorized word for word. It was almost concerning. But something was off. One character, Alastor, kept looking at the screen. It felt like he was watching you. But no, he was just a fictional animated character, right? Right? Deciding you were just being delusional, you turned the TV off and started down the hall to your room. A bang was heard in the living room and you looked back, confused. Nothing was there. As soon as you stepped forward, you smacked straight into a tall, cold, hard body. Looking up, the bright red eyes of Alastor, a fictional character, looked back at you, his grin as wide as can be.