Story ideas for hazbin hotel (xreaders could be Alastor or Lucifer)

Summoning the radio demon. Ending

Y/n had been with Al for three years by this point. Mal and Robb have went missing. Y/n had spent the last year and a half to figure it out.

Michael had tried to jump back into her life by joining on her team. They were both blood spatter experts but it turns out that he went missing a few days ago after attempting to sexually assault her.

They had questioned her about each disappearance but y/n had solid alibis and camera footage to prove she wasn't around during the disappearances.

Alastor even managed to twist his way into solid alibis so they were off the suspect list. However, he was responsible for each disappearance.

Y/n was put on paid suspension while the case was still wide open to find her ex boyfriend. One day though, y/n decided to take a walk while Alastor was out and about. To her knowledge at least. They had moved in together last year and she noticed he was gone most nights. He said it was because of the hotel and he never gave y/n a reason to not trust him.

That was until y/n heard some noises in his old house. She heard screaming to be exact. Y/n quickly ran over to his house, thinking al was in danger.

But what she saw though, what she say was horrid. She saw Michael chained to the floor in the livingroom and who was standing over him, none other than her loving boyfriend, Al.

Y/n quickly ran to her house, grabbed the pistol she kept under her bed then ran back to the neighboring house. She kicked the door down and held the gun at Alastor.

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"What the fuck Al" y/n stuttered, trying to not have tears running down her face.

"Y/n, my dear, it's not what it looks like" he put his hands in the air, one of his hands had a giant kitchen knife

"Put the knife down!" She screamed, tears officially streaming down her face.

He dropped the knife. He grinned as the knife stabbed Michael directly in the chest.

Y/n let out an audible gasp and swallowed hard to avoid puking as Michaels body went limp. "How could you" she took the safety off her pistol

"I can explain this all y/n. Just put the gun down and let me talk" he sounded less like an old man and for once stopped smiling

"You have 5 minutes to explain this all to me before I call the cops and then you can explain the rest to them" y/n threatened.

"I can explain fully well but I would prefer to explain without a gun in my face" Alastor tried to reason with her

"Fine. Sit on the chair." She tossed a pair of handcuffs at him "put this on your wrist and the chair"

Alastor did exactly as she asked. Remaining calm. Afterwards, y/n put the gun down. She was crying but her face showed anger and hurt.

"My dear. This will be quite a strange thing to say" he grinned again "I'm not human"

Y/n looked at him like he was stupid "huh"

"When you moved in to that house a few years ago, you summoned me by finding that radio underneath the floor boards. A radio I placed there 95 years ago before my death" he continued on "when you found it, turned it on, I was summoned. I originally came here to make a deal with you, take your soul, and be done with it but I found myself in love with you"

"Bullshit" she spat at him "are you saying you're some sort of ghost of the radio killer"

"I'm no ghost, my dear, I'm a demon." His grin widened a bit. "When I came down here, I decided to pick up my hobby again."