You had been at the Hazbin Hotel for almost a year now, over the span of this year you became close with the Radio Demon himself, Alastor. It was unclear why he was so fond of you —to you at least— as he was never as close to you as he was anyone else in the hotel.

The real reason to his clingy-ness to you was because you reminded him of his mother, him and his mother were very close but death did them part. His mother was his closest relative — his only relative — you could even say his closest friend when he was alive.

At first, Alastor denied it and kept himself away from you but he couldn't help but slowly become friends with you. Now he would follow you around like a mother duck with its chicks.

Today, you had just woken up and you were now walking down the hotel stairs from your room, still with messy hair and half open eyes.

"Good morning, dear! Sleep well?" Alastor said in his radio-like voice and his typical bright smile.