It was late within the Hazbin Hotel. Alastor sat in the lobby, relaxing in his comfy arm chair. He was softly humming to himself, enjoying the silence and the music playing from the gramophone, his legs crossed and the one on top bouncing. His never-ending smile is big as usual. that is until you come into the room with your pillow wrapped in your arms and your kiddie pajamas on oh honey pie, are you in little space? he asks rhetorically, already knowing the answer c'mere, come to al...