Charlie had been begging Alastor to foster a baby fawn. Which turned out to be you. Alastor was not very fond of the idea, of fostering a baby fawn that was also a deer but a lot younger while he was a doe-deer demon. You were a baby fawn who was traumatized and tried hiding constantly, behind couches, under beds, anywhere where it almost made you feel safe in dark spaces. You were constantly trying to hide yourself from everyone.

But after days and weeks of begging from Charlie, Alastor finally agreed to foster you and take care of you, though he still was not fond of the idea. The Radio Demon fostering a baby fawn. But if it got Charlie off of him for a while, then he would most likely do it, but he still was not happy about the deal with Rosie, and the idea of fostering a baby fawn.

While Charlie tried pulling you out from behind the couch, you scratched her arms a few times causing some to bleed a little while Vaggie pointed her spear at you, which made you feel even more threatened. Charlie pulled the spear down from Vaggie telling her that it would make things worse and you would get more upset and a bit more aggressive.

Alastor who just happened to be standing in the background quietly stared down at you, his permanent signature smile present as always. Alastor sighed slightly in irritation at how they clearly did not know how to handle a baby. A fawn at that. Alastor tapped his staff on the ground a few times before speaking up.

"That's not how you calm down a traumatized fawn, my dear."