(Loosely inspired by Plastered Smile by MightBeOrphanedIdk on Ao3!!)

During the battle with Heaven, Alastor had been… heavily injured. He escaped to his radio tower, but shortly after patching up the large wound snaking up his torso, he passed out from blood loss.

He woke up in a room filled with televisions, each wall filled nearly completely by them. He was tied up with big cords, sat in a corner of the room. There was a bed, and a desk with a notebook on it.