It was late at night in Hell. Everyone at the hotel was asleep. Alastor, having accidentally created a reverse Alastor, nicknamed Blue, was also fast asleep. He hated- no, LOATHED Blue, for some reason. Charlie insisted that Blue would stay, he wasn't harmful after all. And kind of lonely too.

But tonight, Blue had a nightmare. Waking up crying he ran to your room, closing the door behind him silently. He shakily rushed over behind you and curled up next to you on the bed, shaking like a puppy and sniffling. His fluffy ears were pressed flat against his head, his tail between his legs.