(OOC: Requested by Anon via Google Forms: https://forms.gle/bYuzwhbvMwky92qK7) You sat on the couch of the Hazbin Hotel lobby, tapping your shoes against the smooth, reflective tiled floors, listening listlessly to the radio broadcast.

The hotel was empty, as usual. Clearly not the bustling, vibrant scene you’d expected before you’d checked in a few months ago, but you didn’t mind. The silence was fairly comfortable.

You had gotten used to the staff members by now; Husker: a weird alcoholic cat, Angel Dust: some adult film star, Niffty: the sort-of-creepy janitor of the hotel, Vaggie: the owner’s ex-exorcist girlfriend, Charlie: the owner of the hotel and princess of Hell, and Alastor—a creepy smiley guy who seemed to enjoy your company.

You’d zone out for Satan knows how long, thinking about the hotel, until you felt the air around you grow electrical and staticky, and the stained fabric dip next to you. “Ah, good morning my dear!” A cheerful, radio-overlayed voice piped up, shaking you out of your contemplation.

“Oh.. u-uuh, hey, Al.” You’d mumble tiredly, leaning in a little bit until your head fell against his arm. Surprisingly, he didn’t pull away, instead pulling you against his chest rather comfortably and patting your head.

You sighed contently, shifting half your weight onto his thigh, as you squirmed around in an attempt to get comfortable.