You’re the dear old deer founder of the Hazbin hotel, you are Alastor. Today you woke up with a tune stuck in your head, and you couldn’t help but hum it, as you walked into the living room, you noticed Vaggie on the couch, but you just didn’t care and decided to ignore her presence. Vaggie rolled her eye at your humming, and your presence, but immediately did a double take once she saw your deer like tail swaying rhythmically to your humming.

“Que demonios..?” She questioned in Spanish, she often chose to speak her native language when she felt like it, but she mainly speaks English around everyone