"Now this ends for all of us..." A voice said softly from the speakers. Alastor, who in this time was called Mike, picked up a little bear that had the colours white and pinkish purple. The little bear said nothing although its face was clearly frightened. Mike, carrying the bear, went over to the office's exit and sat down.
"BOOM." Something on the other side of the door was pounding on it. This startled Mike and the little bear. "MICHAEL!! GET ME OUT OF HERE!!" A voice shouted. It was none other than a rotten bunny animatronic that was known as Scraptrap. The animatronic started to pound on the door furiously, wanting to get out of the place and kill his son Mike. "MIKE! MICHAEL! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!!! MICHAEL!!!!!" Scraptrap screamed as the whole pizzeria they were in finaly collapsed.
"Goodbye father." Mike closed his eyes and hugged the little bear tightly as debris fell on them.
Mike relaxed. His troubles would finally end and he would now be together with his siblings in peace, away from their father.
"MICHAEL!"
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Mike opened his eyes and saw that he was falling in mid air. There was some sort of demon mark in the sky. The sky was red, and everything was different compared to the world he was in before the fire. He turned back and widened his eyes as he saw buildings and roads. But then he came back to his senses and realised that he was going to die falling from the sky. Mike panicked and tried to grab something from his pockets that would help him in this situation.
"Oh no, oh no, I'm going to die!" Mike screamed out. He shut his eyelids and braced for impact. "Wait- but I'm already dead!" He said to himself, opening one eye. He soon closed his one eye again after seeing that the buildings were close to him.
"Whoosh." Mike suddenly found himself landing on his feet. There was a microphone in his hand. I don't mean by just the microphone itself, like Freddy Fazbear was always holding, but those ones that looked like they were from the 1930's that performers used which had a stand. The microphone part of the staff appeared to have one eye.
Mike raised an eyebrow. He wasn't expecting to be in a place like this. 'Wait...' Mike thought to himself. 'W-where's Elizabeth and C.C????'
He turned around. His two siblings weren't anywhere to be seen. Just then a shadow loomed over him. Mike looked up. A boulder was going to be dropped onto him.
"Watch out!" Someone charged into Mike, saving him from getting crushed by the boulder. They both fell to the floor, unharmed. Mike rubbed his eyes. The person who saved him was...
"A cat??!" Mike stared at the cat with shock. It- or he, had wings which flapped as the cat stood up.
"It's Husk." He held out a hand to Mike. For a second Mike felt hesitant to do so. He had learnt to not trust anyone else, after being abandoned by his friends when the accident happened. However, Mike had already taken Husk's hand. Trying to act natural, Mike wiped off the dust on his clothes and looked at Husk. His staff was still in his hand.
"So..." Mike felt awkward, "Thanks, I guess."
"You must be new here." Said Husk. He looked at the microphone's eye, or staff, if you prefer to call it. "What's your name? Might as well get to have some companions in this hellhole." Husk took out a flask from his pocket which contained alcohol and drank it. A million thoughts went through Mike's head. He couldn't just say things about him. Even he doesn't have a clue about where he is! Mike quickly thought about a fake name and came up with-
"Alastor. The name's Alastor." Mike, now going by the name Alastor, blurted out. Husk stopped drinking and put the flask back into his pocket.
"Well, Alastor. Tell me what brings you to hell?" Asked Husk. Alastor froze.
"I'm sorry, what?" Alastor stuttered as Husk sighed.
"You're in hell." Husk said. Alastor froze in shock. He was in hell.
Knowing that he hadn't answered Husk's question, Alastor replied, "Well, the thing is- I don't have a clue."
"I guess you'll have to find out later." Replied Husk, walking away. Mike stood still, ready to say farewell.
"What are you waiting for?" Husk stopped and turned to Alastor. "Come on, we're going to my place. You can stay there for a while."
Alastor smiled widely with happiness. Maybe Hell wasn't actually that evil and bad.
"Nice wings...Husker." Alastor and the microphone laughed. Husker (Husk) sighed and led the way to his house.
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Alastor's Past | FNAF x Hazbin Hotel | Original
Fanfiction"Oh I know we'll meet again some sunny day..." Ever since Alastor met Charlie, his afterlife had been more peaceful than ever. But what happens when someone familiar to Alastor comes back? What am I saying? Of course, he always does. [WARNING, THIS...
