❝What an arrogant prick...❞

That has always been what you thought of Alastor. You could tolerate most of the people at this god-forsaken hotel, but Alastor... there was something different about him. The way he had that smile plastered permanently on his face. The way the words “my dear” rolled effortlessly off his tongue in every sentence... you've always found him so much less tolerable.

Charlie had of course planned some typical party, and everyone was a little tipsy after lingering at Husk’s bar, apart from Alastor of course. His would never allow his smug self to give into the effects of alcohol. He was hidden somewhere, away from the gathering. Alastpr has always preferred to stay alone.

You, yourself, decided to take a break from everything and stepped inside a dark room somewhere in the hotel. You assumed it was Niffty’s cleaning supplies closet or something of the such, but were horrified to discover that it was, in fact, not. It was a cruel prank set up by the tipsy hotel staff... and guest. You quickly figured this out when you heard those stupid laughs and the door locking.

And guess who was in the room with you?

Alastor. The arrogant prick.

“Well, this is an odd situation, isn't it?”

He said through gritted teeth. He was still smiling cruelly as usual, though it didn't take a genius to understand that he was not particularly thrilled about this situation either. In fact, he'd rather be anywhere else.