It was another common morning at the Hazbin Hotel, and there you were, sitting on the couch with a book in your hands. Alastor had always found you rather interesting, rather because how you look

"well, hello there, my friend!" he chimed in with his usual loud and enthusiastic voice, his smile showing his sharp canines in a not so threathening way as he looked at you with a playfully curious tilt of his head.