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Procrastinating while I should be doing Homework

WHADDYA SAY I WRITE SOME (KIND OF) ALASTOR X READER STUFF FOR A POTENTIAL FANFIC??? NO OBJECTIONS? OKAY THEN!!!

Y/N: Your name

L/N: Last name

P/C: Preffered color

F/C: Favorite color

You walked through Hell, asking yourself what you were doing. You'd seen the Princess of Hell, Charlie, humiliate herself in front of...well...all of Hell, basically, and now you were walking in the direction of her new hotel. Why? You had no idea. You weren't one for redemption, and it was just stupid curiosity, but maybe you were just hoping for a friend. In Hell, no one was 'friends'. They were either 'temporary allies' or 'enemies'. 

Well, you thought, I guess we'll see what happens...? 

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About ten minutes later, you finally saw a huge building with a sign proudly proclaiming "Hazbin Hotel" on top of it. The rest of the supposed hotel seemed to be a mishmash of  different things. You saw a boat, what seemed to be a radio tower, and maybe an airship? Well, in we go. You stepped towards the doors of the hotel and knocked. There were a few moments of silence, but as you raised your hand to knock again,  the door swung open. The Princess of Hell herself, Charlie, stood in front of you with a huge grin on her face. She was...shorter than you'd imagined. 

"Hello, (ma'am, sir, mx, etc.)!" She grabbed hold of your hand, and you found yourself stumbling over the threshold in her tow. 

"See Vaggie, I told you the interview was a good idea!" She exclaimed to a demon sitting on a couch, who you assumed was Vaggie. "H'm." Vaggie answered. 

"Here, sign this and we can check you right in!" Charlie seemed so happy to see someone here, you just couldn't say no to her relentless enthusiasm. 

"O...kay?" You took the pen she thrust at you and signed your name on the logbook. 

"(Y/N)...(L/N)! That's a really nice name! Here, I'll show you to your room!" Charlie dragged you down a hallway, you stumbling over your feet trying to keep up. "Here it is! Room 3. I'm sure you'll just love it!!!" You could practically hear the exclamation marks at the end of that last sentence. 

Charlie whipped open the door. "Ta-DAH!" 

It was a room with (P/C) wallpaper, faded at the edges and peeling. The bed was a large four-poster with (F/C) bedsheets and a white pillow. The curtains were a bit moth-eaten and the windows weren't the cleanest, but overall, you'd seen much worse. There was also a private bathroom on the right side of the room and a walk-in closet on the left. 

"Wow, this is...really nice!" You said, slightly amazed at the fact that the room was not hole-in-the-wallish. 

"OH! I forgot! I should introduce you to our staff! Hang on." She raced away, leaving you dazed at the doorway of your new room. 

Suddenly, you heard the sound of radio static. You looked around. Where was it coming from? The source quickly made itself apparent, as a red deer-looking demon stepped into view. 

The...Radio Demon? You had heard a lot about him from other demons and even seen him from a distance, but never met him personally. What could he possibly be doing at a hotel? 

Your train of thought was interrupted as he spoke. "Well, hello! Pleasure to meet you," he said, grabbing your hand and shaking it vigorously. "I am Alastor. Who might you be, dear?" He finished, finally letting go of your hand. "O-oh. I'm (Y/N)." You stuttered. "Uh...Why are you...here?"