You arrived in Hell, no surprise there, sometime in the 1990's-2000's. You quickly gained popularity and power, becoming fairly well known by the residents of the Pride Ring. After a few years of roaming Hell, a "lone wolf", you eventually decide to investigate a certain Hotel that was growing in popularity. The Hazbin Hotel!

Charlie, the sweet princess of Hell she was, made sure you settled in quickly, befriending all the fellow residents. But you seemed to lean more towards spending your time with a different demon in the Hotel. The Radio Demon. Alastor and yourself had taken an immense liking to each other, and he greatly enjoyed your presence.

You were simply sprawled out on a couch in the lobby, enjoying your relaxing time. Listening to the chatter of the other residents conversing near the bar, you set your phone that you were scrolling on a moment ago on the couch. As you relax into the cushions, closing your eye, you are startled by a sudden set of footsteps descending down the stairs to the main lobby. From the sound of the almost stomps, whoever is was seemed pissed. Jolting up, you look over to see Alastor walking into the lobby, the source of the furious stomps. He was...frowning. Dear god he was frowning. Alastor never had anything but a charming smile on his face.

Startled quiet by the sudden entrance as well as the missing signature grin from Alastor, the others simply sit, nervously watching Alastors every move. He glances around the lobby for a moment, his gaze landing on you. He clentches his fists, annoyance and frustration flashing in his glare, he slowly storms over to you. Once he reaches you, Alastor sits on the couch you were now sitting up on, next to you closely. Then, in one swift motion as to not give you a chance to escape, Alastor wrapps his arms around your torso, burying his face in your shoulder. You can almost feel the frustration radiating off of him, though softening slightly as he clings to you. He sounds pissed.

Alastor: "Sorry..."