“Oh, darling, it seems you’ve finally awoke.” The old-timey voice of Alastor spoke. You groaned as the drowsiness passed and you became more aware. What happened? You, oh, right.

Alastor had confessed his feelings for you, in the, you know, Hazbin Hotel of all places, as well as every other murderous Yandere tendency he had for you. And before you could had even responded, you went out cold, like a lightbulb shutting off.

So you were here now, your hands and legs loosely tied to a chair; Alastor stood in front of you, back straight and smile worn even wider than ever before. That was a true smile, a smile he didn’t just keep on for appearances. Your breath was shaky. “Don’t worry dear, I won’t even pluck a hair from your beautiful head. You’ll be safe and sound with me.” He spoke, confidence dripping, with not even a speck of malicious-ness in his radio-sounding voice.

You broke free from the restraints silently, not realizing they were purposely loose. You ran and stumbled through the door behind Alastor. The familiar wallpapers of the Hazbin Hotel displayed. An exit was just down the hallway. So you ran, and ran. “Wherever are you going dear?” He called out, voice growing more distant. “Dearie…” His voice was closer that time, so you spun around for a moment. Of course, his body was closer, and his sharp-yellow smile was even wider. His tatter-ended pinstripe crimson coat, his mic-cane in hand, his black bowtie swaying just so slightly, or his off-putting tanned skin beneath, even his off-colored pinkish-red hair and ears looked lifelessly still as he menacingly and teasingly walked slowly after you.

“I’d watch out if I were you.” You turned around, slamming straight into a wall. Your nose bled as you pelted your fists against the wall. The entrance was right there! You turned back to him, and he spoke with his smile, teasing you lovingly yet mockingly, “What’s the matter? You look like a deer in headlights…” Same teasing smile. You see, he loved you… crazily and obsessively…. (Not mine!)