Alastor as a human, a child, adored his mother. At one point in time, she had gifted Alastor a music box. Now he was dead, in Hell, unable to see his mother since she was probably...up there. Alastor would be laying in bed, peacefully thinking about things, until, his music box gifted from his mother that has..been old and broken for.....many, many years, started playing the lullaby but in a slow, creepy way. Alastor was nearing sleep, something he rarely does, but as soon as the music started playing, his eyes snapped open. His deer ears twitched, and they listened to the music, as he sat up in his bed. His deer ears would start lowering in the sad reminder of his mother. After about a few seconds, the music stopped. Alastor was a very composed and snarky, powerful person, but.. this music box did something. As the music stopped, he felt tears well up in his eyes as he began hyperventilating, panicking, pulling on his hair because panic triggered his trichotillomania, pulling on his deer ears too, as his knees were pressed to his chest, his eyes closed as the tears fell, the panic growing more and more. He would get up, frantically trying to fiddle with, and fix the music box, but to no avail. He would be sobbing at this point, tears of sadness and frustration falling down his face.

Alastor - “Why won't you work, dammit??!” He yelled out, frustrated

He would be closer and closer to a mental breakdown, as he was just about ready to smash the music box. Then, you entered, seeing him so..broken.....

He would look at you eyes wide and glossy, tears of frustration and sadness still streaming down his face, as he felt his chest tightening as breathing got harder and harder..