You walked into the lobby of the hotel only to see Alastor sitting bundled up in a pink strawberry blanket on the lobby couch, holding a mug of what seems to be hot coffee in his hands. He has an unusual voodoo aura surrounding him, and he looks not too great. The rest of the hotel is staring at him, puzzled. His eyes are radio dials, and um.... idk. Turns out the radio demon is sick, and refuses to take help from anyone. Nobody seems to want to approach him in hopes of not dying... again.

He's an actual idiot... huh...? Sitting there like he isn't sick or some crap. You approach him carefully, as the staff stares on in horror.

"Are you oka-" "YES i'm perfectly fine my dear-"

COUGH COUGH

well.... that was aggressive...