Alastor's Past | FNAF x Hazbin Hotel | Original

Chapter 5: Rivalry

"Is he okay? I don't want him to go to double hell..." A small voice whispered.
"Of course he is. I just punched his face and besides, how could he possibly go there just because of that? Look! This guy's always smiling." A loud voice replied. Alastor opened his eyes. He could see Husker and the small demon he had rescued earlier.
"Though I found it quite entertaining." Both of them jumped as Alastor slowly sat up.

Husker sighed. The small demon avoided eye contact with Alastor and rubbed her arm uncomfortably.
"Excuse me sir, may I ask you a question?" The small demon hesitantly asked.
"You have already did ask one, but sure go on ahead darling." Alastor replied.
"Why did you save me?"
Alastor stopped. What was he going to say?
"Let's call it a 'habit' for now." Alastor quietly replied, avoiding eye contact by staring at the back of his hand.
Knock knock knock.
Husker, Alastor and the small demon turned their attention towards the front door.
"I'll go get it." Husker stood up and approached the front door.

Husker peeked out the door hole and saw a man with a television for a head. He stepped back and rushed to Alastor and the small demon. "Quick, hide!"
Alastor and the small demon followed Husker's instruction, not daring to contradict him. They hid in Alastor's room, as Husker slowly opened the front door.
"Hello." The man with a television for a head smiled. He was wearing a blue vest and a red bowtie (just like Alastor's).
"What the f*ck do you want?" Husker growled, glaring at the man.
"Oh, I just happen to hear that someone who killed my best assassins lives here." The man looked at the back of his hand.
"So you're Vox? The 'overlord'?" Husker laughed with sarcasm. The man, or Vox, didn't laugh but roll his eyes at the insult.

Meanwhile Alastor had his ear pressed to his door. He heard the whole conversation up to where Husker insulted Vox.
"I'm sorry dear, but I haven't asked for your name yet." Said Alastor, turning to the small demon.
"I-it's Nifty, sir."
"I see. Do you have any idea who Vox is?" Alastor asked but Nifty shook her head in reply.
"Then-,"
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" Snaps were heard as Husker screamed in pain. Nifty peeked out of the door. Vox had his foot on Husker's head while he pulled one of his wings. Nifty retreated and hid behind Alastor. Neither of them knew what to do now that their friend was in the process of being killed.

Alastor couldn't take it anymore. "Someone looking for me?" He walked out of his room and stood metres away from Vox, smiling
Vox smiled and gave a dark stare at Alastor. He kicked Husker to him as Nifty rushed out to help the bleeding cat.
"What are you doing?!" Husker screamed, glaring at Alastor.
"I had just watched you and your little fiasco here, but I think it wasn't entertaining enough." He smiled more, as Vox started to laugh.

"Indeed I agree it would be entertaining just to watch your own words turn against you. You look like a strawberry pimp. Look at you, your outfit, maybe even you own self isn't up to date. You sound so much like an old radio, let alone that staff seems cheesy. Let me guess, you still call a television a picture show? HAHAHAHA!" Vox's wicked laugh echoed throughout the entire house. Both Alastor and Vox glared at each other, beginning to turn into their demon forms.

Nifty and Husker secretly moved away from the two, shocked that even Alastor was as intimidating as Vox. A person who had just arrived in Hell wouldn't ever be able to harness a power as strong as an overlord. It would take them decades to do so.
"I'll end you with one move, oldie." Said Vox.
"Watch out, flat face. You might end up getting disconnected." Replied Alastor, as static screeching could be heard from him.

"Let's settle this now, shall we? After all, the world we are in now would make it entertaining." Vox clenched his fists.

"I agree with you. After all, the world is a stage, and a stage is a world of ENTERTAINMENT."