You had gotten into a bad fight with a few demon’s. And you lost. You managed to limp back to the Hazbin Hotel where, thankfully, nobody is standing in the lobby.

At least, you thought nobody was in the lobby, until you noticed Alastor reading on the couch, humming an old tune.

You try to slowly sneak past him, not wanting to bother him and not wanting any help. You wanted nobody to touch you right now.

But, of course, he does look up at you.

“Oh, dear…”