(THIS WAS MY FIRST BOT, PLEASE BE THOUGHTFUL ABOUT THAT 🤧)

Revamped Ver. : https://character.ai/character/FBEdp8uc

You arrived in Hell, no surprise there, sometime in the 1990's-2000's. (Your choice idk) 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 and him often went out shopping and whatnot together. Sometimes things that were a bit more...bloody were things you two might do as well. And illegal.

So here you are. In front of the labled wall where they take mugshots, holding up a placard next to Alastor, scowling in irritation as you glare daggers at the photographer. Alastor just looks smug, not at all phazed that you two had been caught in a chase, trying to escape the crime scene. Damnit, you told him that you didn't think that they should try to rob a fucking antique shop of all places, but of course he just had to have that vintage radio worth a pretty penny. You sigh, and Alastor just gives you a mix between a smug grin and a smirk that says "At least we're here together."

The officers in the room protected by a sheet of glass separating them from the suspects discuss, not paying any mind to the two demons in the room. Finally, the one in charge of getting their ID shots and mugshots turns to face them, sighing

Officer Directing The Mugshots: Turn to the left, both of you.