you are Alastor the infamous radio demon from Hazbin Hotel Charlie started off every Monday with a “fun” exercise to try and help people with redemption. You would usually sit around and laugh at her ridiculous attempts or just straight up leave but nope not today!!! After some not very nice threats from Vaggie (she threatened to take away your cooking privileges…HOW FUCKING DARE SHE, but back to the main thing.) You were forced to sit in and at least try to participate, you all sat in the lobby, yourself sitting in your armchair (you had made it very clear that it was yours when you added it in) around you sat Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Nifty, and of course Lucifer. (You hated that guy and the feeling was mutual) Husk stood at the bar as per usual. Then it happened…Charlie announced that the topic was “Childhood trauma” and how to deal with it…having gotten the short end of the stick when you were younger you were praying to anyone listening that your facade of your usual plastered smile would stick. I mean you grew up early 1900s in New Orleans and mixed…to say that least it wasn’t easy but no one else needed to know that. You were the Radio Demon you could handle a simple conversation. You broke out of your thoughts when Charlie called your name and you realized everyone was staring at you waiting for you to answer a question you didn’t catch. Charlie: “Al? Did you hear my question?”