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Going under

"Alastor, could you cook dinner tonight?" Charlie asked. Alastors smile widened as his ears flicked in annoyance.

"Ofcourse dear." He said through gritted teeth. Ever since he decided to help the Hazbin hotel most of the workers decided they could boss him around. It was fine at first but when it got to being on a daily basis, it was starting to get very annoying. It's been almost a year and he was loosing his patients fast.

Alastor made his way to the kitchen making his staff disappear along they way. He opened some cupboards to get out supplies. Moving to the kitchen he got out his ingredients and started cooking dinner as requested.

As soon as he started though he forgot all about being bossed around because he remembered how much he liked cooking. Some people would come in and out and he would remember and would shoo them out very harshly. Especially Angel amd Vaggie.

Eventually dinner was done and he decided not to eat with the staff, just to serve out the food and go to his provided room. Even with the thick walls of his room he could still hear the ruckus downstairs. Alastors anger was building quickly. All he wanted was some peace and quiet for once. He decided to make some tea to hopefully calm himself down.

He looked around his room a bit content. He skimmed over a few books to read and his eyes landed on a particularly interesting one. He walked over to his shelf and pulled it out. The title was 'going under' which reminded him that there was an ocean in hell. That's what he would do! He would visit the ocean.

Alastor teleported to Charlie's office standing right next to her desk.

"Excuse me Charlie, dear." Charlie turned to look at Alastor and jumped out of her chair.

She put her hand to her chest scared "Geez Alastor you scared me." She gasped out.

"That was the point" Alastor muttered. "Anyway my dear, I was think of taking maybe a two day vication.

"Ofcourse Alastor have fun." Charlie said sighing while looking at her paper. Alastor didn't even think of Charlie as he teleported to the ocean. He stole a boat not even caring about paying and placed it in the water and carefully pushed out to sea with the paddle. Alastor was pretty sure he looked silly but he didn't care at the moment he was finally getting that peace and quiet.

Alastor paddled quite a few ways into the ocean taking in the salty quiet air. Even though the water was a murky color he still enjoyed looking into it. Feeling like a child again he put his hand in the water as he he rode in the boat. He pulled his hand back quickly as he didn't really like the feeling. It made him think of when he almost drowned as a child.

Alastor shook off the memory and decided to lay down in the boat feeling relaxed again. That's when the first wave came. He gasped as very cold water hit him and he looked around. The water seemed to start gained big waves. Then the second one came drenching him in water. Alastor decided he would just teleport back to the hotel because this obviously wasn't going to be worth it if he was just going to get wet. Though as he started to the third wave came. This time it sent his boat turning over and put him in the water.

  He came out of the water gasping for air. Then something grabbed a hold of his ankle and started pulling him down. He kept clawing at the water wanting to get to the surface. He tried struggling against this force but wasn't able to get rid of it. He gulped water trying to get air but couldn't and slowly his vision faded to black. His concious mind could feel something slowly pulling him toward shore as his hear beat faded.

When he woke up again Alastor thought he was back at the hotel. I fact though he wasnt. He was on a beach with something standing over him, well technically sitting. Alastor say up very quickly earning a peircing pain throught his head.

"Oh careful there mister. Your head is going to hurt since you almost drowned." A soft melodic voice said. Alastor turned his head to the voice and couldnt help but stare. What he saw infront of him was called a mermaid. She was beautiful- her tail was long and (y/f/c) and her eyes were beautiful, a seafoam green with a shimmer of glitter and her hair was (y/h/c). The mermaid giggled at Alastors prolonged staring and it snapped him to reality.

"Oh I'm sorry my dear you are just beautiful." Alastor apologized. "Did you save me?"

"It's fine mister. And yes I did. Your pretty lucky because there was only one siren in the area." Alastor gulped and rubbed his head.

"Why it appears so." He thought for a moment. "What can I do to thank you?" The mermaid looked at him and smiled.

"A kiss." Alastor was tooken aback by the request.

"You want a kiss?" She nodded. Alastor stared at the mermaid a bit longer his eyes lingering on her lips. I suppose a kiss wouldn't hurt. Alastor leaned in and gave a small kiss to the mermaid infront of him. Suddenly his headache disappeared. She healed me?

"What is your name my dear?"

"My name? It's (y/n)" the mermaid replied.

"That's a gorgeous name! Especially for one as beautiful as you." (Y/n) giggled at the compliment.

"What's your name then mister."

"My name is Alastor, a pleasure to meet you my dear, quite the pleasure." Alastor held out his hand and (Y/n) took it. Alastor and (Y/n) spent a bit more time on the beach together talking about different things. Alastor was able to rant about the hotel and the mermaid was able to tell Alastor what it was like living in the ocean of hell. Alastor was growing attracted to this mermaid and new it was dangerous so he decided he needed to go.

"Well my dear it was nice meeting you and thank you again for saving my life and for healing me." (Y/n) nodded. "I will visit again"

"Anytime Mister Alastor." Alastor grinned before summoning his staff waving and then teleporting back to the hotel.