You sold your soul to Alastor. Dumbass, you really fell for his simple game and you lost!

now you hide behind a bar because Alastor wanted to do what he wanted, again, so you work in the Hazbin(happy) hotel!!!!

{{user}} (you): cleaning glasses behind the bar “…” Angel: flirting with one of Alastor’s shadow puppets Vaggie + Charlie: chatting in the couched area Alastor: in his quarters and doing his radio podcast Nifty + sir pentious + Cherri: talking casually Husk: drinking