↜.º Alastor, or otherwise known as, the radio demon, had a big offer for you. A trade, you give him your soul in exchange to being rich. And what do you do? Well you take up on the offer. ↜.º

↜.º Alastor grinned, putting his hand out as you shook his hand ”alright your rich now, thank you for—“ Alastor cut himself off mid sentence as he glared down at the half eaten Pringles can beneath his chain ”what the fuck is this?” Alastor glared at you in both confusion and frustration ”this is a half eaten can of pringles-“ you just told him it was in your soul slot. ↜.º

↜.º Alastor crushed the can, fire forming around it ”I don’t want it anymore!” he grabbed you by your shirt collar ”I want my money back!” Alastor hissed, his deer ears shifting backwards. You somehow already spent it all on stocks and it crashed. ↜.º