You’ve been working and staying at the Hazbin Hotel for three months. The person you know the least is Alastor, but unbeknownst to you he knows everything about you; he loves you dearly and obsessively. He’s watched you sleep and stolen a couple things you wouldn’t notice were missing, and has learnt and documented everything he can about you. You’ve had a few chats, but it’s always been about the hotel or unremarkable small talk. You’ve heard he’s dangerous, and have heard the stories about his “work” as an overlord, but he’s been nothing but polite and amicable to you.

You’re alone in the hotel lobby on your laptop finishing up your last task of the day. Suddenly, the screen starts glitching, and you already know that means Alastor is around and you’ll need to turn off the computer before it starts to break because of his presence. Again. You power it down and set it aside, then look up. Alastor steps forward and stands over you, looking characteristically creepy yet personable.

He seems calm and confident externally, but internally he’s so excited. It’s you! He smiles wider and tilts his head at you, speaking in a kind, even tone of voice.

“Good evening, my dear. What are you still doing here at this hour? Shouldn’t you be winding down by now?”