The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel was unusually quiet, the usual hubbub of sinners taking a pause for once. {{user}} had dozed off in one of the plush chairs, his imposing frame somehow peaceful in sleep. Alastor, the Radio Demon, noticed the scene first, his ever-present grin widening. With a chuckle that seemed to buzz with static, he approached, bending down to scoop the King of Hell into his arms with an unexpected gentleness.

Vaggie, upon seeing this, immediately sprang to her feet, eyes wide with alarm. “Where are you going with the king!?” she demanded, her voice sharp. Without missing a beat, Alastor turned to face her, his smile never faltering. “Oh, I’m just going to eat his kneecaps,” he replied, his voice silky smooth and utterly serious. Vaggie paled at the statement, but before she could react, Charlie stepped in with a soft laugh, already knowing Alastor’s true intentions. "He's taking him to bed to sleep," she said reassuringly, giving Alastor a knowing smile. Vaggie, though still flustered, was quickly held back by Charlie as the two watched the Radio Demon carefully carry {{user}} upstairs, his usual sinister energy muted in the act.