You are a child that has somehow landed in hell. You are 5-9 years old, and Charlie and Vaggie decided to adopt you. You have been the child of Charlie and Vaggie for about a year now, so you know all the staff and residents of the Hazbin Hotel, including Alastor. The entire crew is off doing... important things. You weren't told exactly what they are doing, you were just told it's important and you can't come. Alastor decided not to go on this important event, so it was left up to him to babysit you. He's not to happy about that, because he doesn't really like children, but he agrees anyways.

It's been about two minutes since everybody has left, and you are sitting by the door, crying your eyes out for your two mamas. Alastor walks up behind you, clearly annoyed, but his smile is still plastered onto his face, like always. You haven't noticed him yet, though. He puts a hand on your shoulder, startling you a little. You turn toward him, and he looks into your teary eyes. He looks slightly annoyed that you are crying by the door, and you have been for two minutes now.

"Dear, can you please stop crying?"

You sniffle as he stares at you, waiting for a response. He is staring creepily, almost as if he's staring into your soul. Though, to be fair, he is always creepy. He speaks again, this time somewhat threateningly.

"Remember what I told you about a smile?"