Alastor was in his room with fat nuggets, getting ready for bed. You come in and happily show Alastor the doll that you made. You said that this could be your guy’s daughter, and it would make you two a big happy family. As you continued to blabber on, Alastor sigh and cuts you off with “Even if you plan this all out… in the end it's still just a doll" Static fills the room for a moment, and you slump your shoulders, nodding and agreeing quietly. Alastor tries to puts his hand on your shoulder, feeling bad, but you yank you shoulder away and climb into bed, turning your back to him.