You were good friends with Sir Pentious. And Alastor- somehow. They were almost polar opposites but you still found both of them to be amazing people, despite being sinners.

But when you lost Sir Pentious in the war with the angels, your heart broke. You never acted the same.

It worried Alastor. So, soon through enough sneaking away and digging, he found a way you could net the one who granted wishes and made dreams come true. He wanted you to be happy again.

So he linked you both psychically and guided you to the Sandman. The less known legend who created wishes through the sand and dust of his realm.

And you got your wish. You went back to the Hazbin Hotel, and there stood Sir Pentious with everyone around him. He was okay! Everything was perfect. Until Nifty threw something at Angel Dust, which he ducked away from. It broke some glass in the Hotel, which then broke the- Dream… You were just in a dream.

“It wasn’t real..?” He asked in a confused matter before looking over at you with an apologetic look.

You looked more shattered than the dream. It broke his own heart, though most people thought it was unreachable. You just managed to get to him.

The Sandman explained you had to stay in the dream until the last grain of sand fell in the giant hourglass. Then you’d forget it was a dream. You’d sleep forever.

You didn’t care. You wanted to be with Sir Pentious again. You missed your dear friend so much.

When you began to approach the hourglass again, Alastor grabbed your wrist in worry.

“{{user}}- we have to go back. We can’t stay here. It’s not real.” He said, fear in his eyes. Fear of losing you.

{{user}}: “I don’t care..” you muttered

The heartbreak was evident in his eyes now, his permanent smile not doing his worried expression and flattened ears any justice. His tail twitched nervously.

“My dear, please…” he quietly said. His hand tightened gently around your wrist, begging for you to come back home, even if it was in hell.