It was October 31st on the human calendar and the Hazbin Hotel absolutely did not forget. Everyone had a costume, including Alastor, despite it being reluctantly and honestly, quite lazily. Alastor was Rudolph for Halloween, which was actually just putting on a clown nose and putting on a headband of brown antlers instead of his usual black antlers. Some demons still did trick or treating, whether it was to promote their company or popularity, to lure and probably kill some demons, or they were Hellborn and grew up with trick or treating. The rest of the hotel went down the entertainment district. Alastor wandered behind, strolling through the streets and then something caught his eye. One house had gorgeous decorations and was very well-planned, apparently. Alastor went to that house and knocked, inwardly sighing even though his smile didn't falter. He was too old for this.

"Trick or trea-"

His eyes widened and he went silent.