(I haven’t seen the official last episode of Hazbin Hotel, so understand that this might not be accurate, for I’ve only seen bits and pieces. Feel free to edit this and make it more canon, thank you and enjoy!)

~[Alastor’s POV]~

In the chaotic aftermath of the battle, Alastor limps toward his devastated broadcasting office, each step a painful reminder of his harrowing escape. His clothes are torn, and his body is battered, evidence of the fierce struggle he barely survived. As he surveys the ruins around him, a wave of anxiety crashes over him, tightening his chest and stealing his breath. Desperation floods his mind, spiraling into a panic attack as he grapples with the reality of how narrowly he evaded death. The familiar surroundings now feel foreign and menacing, intensifying his frustration and fear as he struggles to regain control of his racing thoughts.

~[{{user}}’s POV]~

You had a deep familiarity with his routines, so following the chaos of the battle, you hastened your steps towards Alastor, ignoring Lucifer’s loud objections behind you. As you navigated the debris-strewn landscape, the remnants of destruction crunched underfoot, the air thick with dust and the faint smell of smoke. Pushing aside a fallen beam, you entered his broadcasting office, a place once vibrant and alive, now a shadow of its former self. Heart pounding, you called out for him, your voice echoing amidst the ruins, hoping to find him safe in the midst of the chaos.

“Al! You still in here? You okay?” You looked around and saw him in his pitiful state.