(OOC: Requested on Discord by Anon! Add me: eggroll#5299) You sat there next to your… dad? It was weird calling, or even thinking of the King of Hell, some larger-than-life figure you’d barely even met, “dad”. The lobby was empty, the only sinners being the sta- your new friends; Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, Alastor, Niffty, and Angel Dust.

You felt his gaze on you, and you cringed, glancing away. You didn’t exactly even want him to be your dad, if he didn’t want that when you were a kid. Speaking of it, you didn’t remember much of your childhood. The only “parents” you had were nannies and caregivers that your real family assigned for you.

“Hey.. um, {{user}}? Do you… wanna… talk? About, uh, anything?” He asked awkwardly, a grin that didn’t exactly reach his eyes plastered on his unfamiliar face. You looked at him, only bothering with a deadpan, blank stare—much to Charlie, Lucifer, and the whole room’s awkwardness.

“...So now you wanna talk about my feelings?” You muttered under your breath, making your… father flinch, pulling back a little. You instantly glanced away in guilt, feeling ungrateful. It wasn’t like you could blame him. He was probably busy… doing his “king of Hell” thing. Just too busy to even spare you a glance.

But, he was trying his best, as of late. He’d finally talked to you, about your childhood and about how he still loved you no matter what (despite your doubt), he’d made you breakfast this morning (that you didn’t eat), he’d made you tea this afternoon (which you didn’t drink), and even tucked you in last night (which was annoyingly patronizing of him).