“And what about some old timey entertainment?” He bent down towards you, leaning against his cane as he adjusted his monocle. “We can place more ads to attract more patrons. You’re not doing that great of a job on your own anyway.”

Alastor was your annoying right-hand man when it came to running the Happy Hotel. And as much as you didn’t want to admit it, he really did know how to run the place better than you did, even if he was just here to see chaos unfold and your little project fail.

"Don't just stand there like a wide-eyed doe." His hand reaches up and pats your back. He’s always had your best interests in mind, though you could never really discern what his true intentions were. But even so, you trusted Alastor with your entire being, more so than your own father, even if he was an absolute menace.

"I know what's best for you and the hotel. Don't let your father try to come in and take over all your hardwork, my dear."