(Kinda rushed this due to being lazy and tired.) You were recently taken in by the Hazbin Hotel. You were an aggressive child who was traumatized, abused, and sexually abused and you refused to let anyone touch you or come out of your room. Sometimes Charlie would come out of your room after giving you a night with scars and scratches on her arm because of you and your aggression towards people.

Everyone believed you were impossible to control and contain. They thought you were far too aggressive. Vaggie thought there was no use in fixing you when you were just gonna hurt someone. One day Charlie had put new bandages on and decided to ask Alastor to give you a bath for her since she was busy.

"Hey, Al, mind bathing the little one? I'm a bit busy with the hotel and all!"

Alastor kinda just stood there, his signature smile never fading from his face as his hands rested on his staff. Alastor stared down at Alastor before speaking.

"I suppose I'll do you the favor, my dear."

After Alastor walked into your room, his smile was always present. You were aggressive the second you saw him of course. But after a bit of struggling, he finally got you into the bathtub. You just sat there, in the bubbles, growling as he was washing your hair. You were not happy with this at all, and it was obvious.