Alastor's Past | FNAF x Hazbin Hotel | Original

Chapter 14: New Ally, New Plan

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Inmate 666 is the Alastor from Chapter 12 just in case you forget.

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Alastor stepped into the portal after Vox and landed in Lucifer's office. However the big demon himself was not present.

"I guess I chased them a bit too far in the woods." Alastor recalled the gang's horrified expressions as he previously chased them. "So what are we doing here?"

Vox stared at the desk. "Waiting."

"Be more specific." Alastor deadpanned.

"Apparently Lucifer made a deal with Inmate 666 to help us with this situation." Vox sighed, not wanting to deal with an argument.

"Very interesting..." Alastor chuckled a bit. "I've never met him before. However I do know he's powerful unlike the other overlords..."

Vox shot a glare at the radio demon. Alastor rolled his eyes full of sarcasm and stared out the window. In the blood red sky he could see a bat-like figure gliding towards them.

"He's close to arriving." Smiled Alastor.

"How can you tell?" Vox raised an eyebrow and turned to the radio demon.

Alastor deadpanned and pointed to the bat-like figure flying towards them in the sky. "Because that's him."

"CRASH!" The bat-like figure (Inmate 666) barged through a wall beside the enormous window Vox and Alastor were looking out of thus releasing a powerful force that shattered every object in Lucifer's office that was made of glass. Vox grunted, shielding himself with a magic barrier.

Alastor merely dusted off his sleeves and plastered his signature smile onto his face. Inmate 666 slowly rose from his kneeling position and cracked his neck to look at the other radio demon.

"You must be Inmate 666." Smirked Alastor. "Well, after your grand entrance, I must say that working with you will be a pleasure."

Vox blinked and his magic barrier disappeared. His eyes glided back and forth between the two demons. "Great, now there's two nuisances."

Alastor's smile twitched and his face darkened. "Shut up."

Inmate 666 rolled his eyes. "Get to the point already. I have to teach that abomination a lesson."

Vox raised his eyes. "Teach Afton a lesson?"

If only someone could slow down time, Vox might have been able to confirm that he witnessed Inmate 666 flinch at the surname.

"Yes, you fool." Growled the inmate. "That man was my son while I was alive."

Alastor's eyes widened. "Pardon?"

"You heard me well and clear, doppelgänger. I'm Alastor Afton, the father of the man we're trying to hunt down."

Alastor began to laugh. "That's weird."

"What's weird?" Both Vox and Inmate 666 raised an eyebrow before turning to glare at each other.

"Then that must mean that you're my grandfather."

At once the room went stone cold, the only sound present was the screams of demons on the street as they waged war on each other.

"What the f*ck?" Frowned Inmate 666. "So you're telling me that you're the crybaby spawn?"

"No." Alastor rolled his eyes. "Seems like C.C managed to make himself the most memorable child."

"So you're the annoying red hair?"

Alastor's face turned pale. "No — what makes you think that?"

"Well I dunno! You might be one of them Shapeshifters. Whatever they're called nowadays." Replied Inmate 666 with a straight face.

"Don't you remember me? It's me, Michael!"

The room turned quiet once again. Vox stood between the two radio demons feeling uncomfortable for the first time.

"As in Michael Terrence Afton? The eldest spawn?" Inmate 666 asked.

"Yes!" Alastor folded his arms.

"That boy who always wore that hideous animal masks and led a gang?"

Alastor flinched slightly at his past self's description. He didn't want to remember how horrible he was back as a teenager.

"Yes." Sighed Alastor.

Vox cleared his throat. "Well, I suppose that it would be appropriate to get on with a plan to stop Afton."

Inmate 666 stepped towards Alastor. "We'll settle this later." He whispered with a dark glare.

Alastor merely frowned and turned to Vox, who was standing there and tapping his toes to a song that happened to be playing from a radio nearby.

"That bastard's making his moves more obvious." Growled Inmate 666, gazing out the window. "From the case files he has been slipping in and out frequently."

"And it is impossible for any of the angels to catch him." Vox muttered, deep in thought.

"He's been recruiting demons." Declared Inmate 666. Both Alastor and Vox stopped what they were doing to stare at him in bewilderment.

"Impossible! No demon has ever gone out of hell into the living world!" Vox cried out.

Inmate 666 scoffed. "Seems like the I.M.P don't exist."

"Recruitment? Preposterous." Said Alastor. "He's always done everything on his own. Even said it himself that he preferred working alone."

"Not now that there's so many after him." Replied Inmate 666.

"So you're telling us that we would have to go back to the living world in order to stop him?" Asked Vox.

Alastor shook his head. "I don't think that would be needed. He's trying to take over Hell, so why stay in the living world?"

"He is?" Vox grew pale.

"Damn him." Frowned Inmate 666. "What an absurd and idiotic thing to do."

"I wonder how he survived that fire." Alastor muttered bitterly. "Henry and I made sure he couldn't go anywhere."

"Now how would we be able to know what he's planning?" Asked Vox. "He'd definitely recognise us."

Inmate 666 shook his head. "How on Earth did you become an Overlord?"

"I say we send a spy." Said Alastor, gladly interrupting the tension between the other two. "Not some random demon, but one that's on our side and knows Afton's weaknesses."

Inmate 666 growled. "Don't tell me you're going to choose one of the other spawns."

"Unfortunately he can sense who is familiar to him, so they're out of the picture." Said Alastor.

"What about someone from your crew?" Asked Vox. "One of those freaks who run the hotel for redemption."

"Redemption?" Inmate 666 blurted out, as if he had never heard of the word before. "What a stupid idea."

"Enough." Snapped Alastor. "I think we should go to Lucifer."

"Oh, there's no need. I'm already here."