𝐇𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 - Hazbin Hotel

pt 3

Lets be gay...

Alastor observed much of the cannibal neighborhood through the huge window on the second floor of Rosie's house.

His smile was still intact but his eyes remained half-closed, denoting the extreme fatigue from which he was recovering. Luckily, his legs were no longer shaking exponentially as he tried to walk like the first few days when Rosie frantically dedicated herself to bringing him the best rotten deer meat to the bed and then going to keep an eye on the little creature she had accommodated between blankets on the living room sofa and later return to him to see that he had eaten the entire bloody plate, claiming that he had to regain his strength.

He did not discuss that topic with her. After all, it was true that he was slowly recovering. Or at least he was trying to speed up the process so he could take care of other pending issues as soon as possible.

"I've lost count of how many times I've fixed your suit," the woman mentioned, gracefully passing the needle and thread through the Radio Demon's ostentatious suit. "I'd say what things do you do that you mess up so often, but we already know that people don't very calm when it comes to knowing that they will be part of dinner... or dessert."

Their bright, sharp-toothed smiles spread even more eagerly, like a terrifyingly silent response that only they could understand.

"I haven't had the pleasure of catching users again during my nightly walks through the alleys since the day of the extermination but let's hope things change soo..." His words hung in the air interrupted by some slight stammering that would soon become loud wails. He frowned, forced to leave the balcony and its splendid view to return to his place in front of the table where Rosie was now making a grimace that seemed to want to transform into a laugh that she hid under her ostentatious hat.

There, on the table, was a beautiful basket that had once been used to carry sandwiches on the days when Rosie's ex-husband decided that they would have a romantic picnic date in which they would not only share the occasional sample of affection but also the sweet severed fingers of maidens and the tasty and explosive eyeballs bathed in blackberry sauce of some travelers, and which now, improvised, acted as a cradle.

Luckily for Alastor, it only took one look for the blanket-wrapped creature to stop making sounds. Which still seemed strange to him considering that he had previously looked into the eyes of some IMP children and babies, who always ended up crying loudly from the pure terror that their mere presence conveyed.

But this thing... since it left his body it seemed to want to hypnotize him with its gaze because of the way it kept its eyes fixed on his, with that curiosity and longing that had made him falter at the last moment.

He didn't fully understand that either. Even the previous nights he had considered that perhaps his unusual change of plans had occurred solely and solely because of the little lucidity and energy that his body possessed after the painful process, and that sooner rather than later he would resume his duty to put an end to it. However, it had been a week and a half since that. And the thing was still there, gurgling and bubbling with its own saliva.

"You should try to carry him" the woman suggested, hanging the suit on a hook, already completely arranged and neat. "The last time he felt your arms was that night when we didn't know what to do to make him stop crying."

He remembered.

And god, he remembered very well.

It was the third night. The creature had been crying and crying, as if it wanted to test how far its newly developed lungs would go. And they didn't know what else to do to make it stop. First they tried to give him some fingers to suck on, but they were unsuccessful. Then they bathed him and changed him to make him more comfortable, that didn't work either. And in the end, when they decided to give up, Alastor had chosen to lift it from the armpits to inspect it carefully, as if that way he could find the damage or the off button.