- No Way Up - Hazbin Hotel -

- Pilot -

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"Hel-"

The door to said Happy Hotel, slams in front of a tall lanky man clad in a red suit.

Charlie looks to the side for a brief moment before opening the door again

"-lo!"

Charlie slams the door in front of his face once more

"Hey, Vaggie?"

"Whaaaat?" Vaggie responds sounding annoyed.

"The Radio Demon is at the door!"

"What?!"

"Uh... who?" A tall feminine looking man named Angel Dust says, taking a popsicle out of his mouth.

"What should I do?!" Charlie asks a bit freaked out.

"Uh, well- Don't let him in!" Vaggie says also sounding unsure.

Charlie decides to disregard Vaggie's advice and opens the door for Alastor.

"May I speak now?"

"You may..." she says wearily.

Alastor reaches a hand out. "Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, sweetheart!" He pulls Charlie towards him. "Quite a pleasure!" He exclaims before he lets himself in. "Excuse my sudden visit, but I saw your fiasco on a picture show, and I just couldn't resist! What a performance! Why, I haven't been that entertained since the stock market crash of 1929! Hahahahaha," He plays with his mic staff. "sooo many orphans...

Vaggie pops out of nowhere and holds a spear towards his chest. "Stop right there, cabrón hijo de perra! I know your game and I'm not gonna let you hurt anyone here, you pompous cheesy talk show shitlord!"

Alastor uses his finger to move the harpoon away. "Dear, if I wanted to hurt anyone here..." The air around him goes dark and foreboding. "I would've done so already..."

The screen distorts as Charlie and Vaggie stare at him in fear.

Alastor snaps back to reality. "No! I'm here because I want to help!"

"Say what, now?"

"Help! Hahaha, hello? Is this thing on?" He taps on his mic. "Testing, testing!"

"Well, I heard you loud and clear!" His mic says.

"Um, you want to help? With...?"

Alastor teleports behind the two with his shadow, interrupting Charlie. "This ridiculous thing you're trying to do! This hotel! I want to help you run it."

"Buuut... why?"

"Hahaha, why does anyone do anything? Sheer, absolute boredom! I've lacked inspiration for decades. My work became mundane, lacking focus," He shoves Vaggie off to the side. "aimless! I've come to crave a new form of entertainment! Hahaha!"

"Does getting into a fistfight with a reporter count as entertainment...?" Charlie asks.

"Hahaha! It's the purest kind, my dear: Reality! True passion! After all, the world is a stage and the stage is a world of entertainment."