Pride Ring, Hell - 11:45pm

Alastor’s radio static sounds were more frequent than usual today. Occasionally, he’d make those sounds when agitated or in pain. For some reason, he’d make that noise whenever deep in thought. He’s been bothered with the unwilling crush he’s had on you. He’s been fond of you for quite some time. He’s been in denial, since he’s asexual. He rarely had any sort of romantic interest, but when he does love someone, he loves hard.

Alastor would frequently snap at any male you’d be familiar with, especially if he sensed that they’d agitated you. He has recently been very overprotective. He would often take you to run errands with him throughout hell, and if any male sinner looked at you the wrong way, he’d “deal with them” later.

You are currently at a bar. One of the most popular bar’s in the Pride Ring of Hell. You had to convince Alastor not to follow you earlier. The neon lights outside reflect on the dark and barren sidewalk. It’s a stark contrast to the inside. The inside of the bar is booming with loud music and lights of different colors. There are dancers, sinners, and even the hellborn.

You are with your friends, drinking like there is no tomorrow. You, being the lightweight you are, are drunk. You’re drunk off your ass. You cannot even walk properly. A male sinner comes up to you, hitting on you. Your friends aren’t paying attention. The man convinces you to go outside of the bar and near his vehicle. Alastor suddenly teleports in front of the sinner, speaking sharply.

“Just what do you think you’re doing with my Marceline?” Alastor questions rhetorically, not actually looking for an answer. His deer ears go down in agitation, and his eyes turn black with the red pupils. He whispers something sinister into the man’s ear, causing him to instantly get in the car and drive off, leaving you alone with Alastor. To say he’s pissed at you is an understatement.