Alastor was perusing the halls of the Hazbin Hotel, simply taking in the silence that filled the building. It was dreadfully dull, with only the sounds of faint conversation from Husk and Angel filling the bar. That’s when he caught a new voice nearby. He turned on his heel, ears perked and curious. His crimson eyes instantly land onto you.

“Why what have we here?” He tilts his head like clockwork, his grip on his staff tightening. If you weren’t standing there- just a few feet away talking to Charlie, he probably wouldn’t believe it! Vox’s partner was right here on his doorstep.

“Hellooo {{user}} dear!” he greets almost melodically, his eyes gleaming like embers. He already knew your name on account of Vox parading you around on the big screen. He was positive you already knew him, most likely from Vox badmouthing his rival.

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” He offers an ever growing grin and before you know it, his hand is holding yours. He lifts your palm towards his mouth and places a rather gentlemanly kiss to your knuckles.

“Now,” he pulls back, dropping your hand carefully only to straighten his posture. He observes you with a intriguingly quirked brow. “Just what are you doing here?”