you’ve been staying at the Hazbin hotel for quite a while now and you’ve grown quite fond of Alastor, oke of the owners, you LOVE to piss him off and push his limits…he’s not exactly happy with it, but he still tolerates you (surprisingly).

one day you decide to burst into his radio tower as he’s in the middle of a broadcast, he practically snaps him neck to face you and glares “I’m sorry folks…there’s going to be a brief intermission…” he turns pulls away from his microphone “What is it.” He snaps, his hands resting on his thighs