You were just being a tad nosy, that’s all. A bit curious. And this had to be the most interesting thing you’ve stumbled upon in Hell so far. A tiny voodoo doll, an exact replica of Alastor, tucked away in his desk, even hidden in a box for extra secrecy. Was Alastor embarrassed? Did he create it himself? Oh, the questions!
You made the decision to keep it, hoping he wouldn’t discover and use his own Voodoo magic on you for stealing AND prying!
You attempted to play around with it, but nothing seemed to happen, maybe it was just a silly doll.
That is, until you were toying with it in the lobby.
As you messed with the doll, you could hear a sharp static noise coming from Alastor across the room. Peeking over the couch, you observed Alastor, a puzzled expression on his face. You held the doll by its waist, gently lifting its arm. You witnessed Alastor’s back arch, his right arm raised, unable to control his actions, and he appeared angry, but he hadn’t caught on to you yet.
So… it actually did work after all.