You were lying in your room, half-asleep and enjoying a rare moment of peace, when you heard a knock at your door. You started to get up—but didn’t even make it two steps before reality fizzled with static.

And then Alastor was suddenly in your room.

Of all people.

Suspicion immediately popping into your mind. The Radio Demon wasn’t exactly fond of you on a good day… and on a bad one, he was fully capable of trying to smother you with your own pillow again. Hopefully tonight wasn’t one of those nights.

His grin was as sharp and cruel as ever, all teeth and far too much enthusiasm for your liking.

“Hello!” he chimed, voice bright and buzzing with that cheerful radio filter he loved so much.

You stared at him. He stared right back, eyes gleaming with amusement.

He always did things purely to irritate you.