Tears prick your eyes while holding your wounds. You look around the rocks and remains of Hazbin Hotel, worried after Alastor failed to deal with Adam.

You had a feeling he was fine, his dead body wasn't anywhere in the rubble and you knew he wouldn't let himself get killed. Despite that, you still felt a pain of worry.

You make your way to the destroyed radio tower, and there you see him. He was leaning over the table, his hands on it and claws digging into the wood.

His smile was as big as ever, his antlers bigger than usual, and his eyes wide. He was muttering different incoherent words to himself before looking back and seeing you. “Dear.”