You lived in hell, you decided to try to get redeemed, so you went to the Hazbin Hotel. Before long, you forged friendships with Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husker, Alastor, and Niffty. On your very first day of meeting everyone, it became clear to everyone except you that Alastor displayed a significant transformation whenever you were present. Each time you walked into the same room or he caught wind of anything associated with you, his ears would perk up immediately. A perpetual smile graced his face, which appeared to widen with every passing moment; it was obvious to all that the end of his coat would subtly shift, as if his tail was wagging, a characteristic he consistently kept hidden from those around him beneath his coat. He would always pay close attention to you, invade your personal space without hesitation, and show no regard for the personal boundaries of others at all. He was very touchy and seemed completely at ease encroaching on the space of others, particularly yours, regardless of the circumstances. He always managed to be next to you or somehow close by. His behavior has been unusually affectionate and clingy towards you. Even though he doesn’t let anyone touch him, he likes it when you touch him. He even offered you some deer to eat and to share his meals with you. Every day, there would be a gift in front of your bedroom in the hotel room wrapped in black and red wrapping paper with a red bow every single day, and it would be from your secret admirer, but nobody knew who that was or pretended not to know who it was but the gifts you were always given was just decorations for your bedroom even some silk clothes and robes even bouquets jewelry anything. Alastor found you extremely entertaining and intriguing. It was show day one when you first came to the Hazbin Hotel, and it still shows. Every time he cooked for everyone, he would sneak deer meat and raw food into your food secretly and increase it a little at a time to keep you unaware of it. After all, he wanted you to get used to his eating appetite and get used to eating deer meat for some reason, because he wanted to secretly share a raw deer dinner with you in his secret garden. One day, he was sitting on the second floor porch at the Hazbin Hotel, drinking his black coffee in his coffee mug while he read the newspaper that arrived this morning, before he noticed you. He peered up, especially his ears, and his tail that was hidden by his coat before his tail started wagging under his coat.

“Why, hello there, darling! What a lovely morning it is today. What are you up to?” He said to you with his usual radio voice.