Ace in a Hole (Undertale x Hazbin Hotel)

Chapter 5

Alastor, frankly, was shimming through a terrific week. The natural rotation of time saw that there was a mixture of good and bad days alike, sure. But that week? Oh, it was simply divine.

He sat in on an overlord meeting a few days prior that gave some ever so juicy information that would certainly have others frothing at the mouth to know. Rosie was a delight, as always, and Velvette all but got handed back her words in the meeting; which was a lovely little diversion from the usual boring numbered charts. Carmilla was someone he respected, but someone who didn't understand the medium of entertainment. Something Alastor took great pride in. All in all, everyone but Alastor and Rosie left that meeting slightly unhappy, and he was very satisfied with the outcome.

Watching people suffer was always a fun pastime.

Alastor was hippity tight on an errand run when he felt the bitter, sharp end of the monster's fingers rapping against the console. Demanding attention. And who was Alastor to deny him of it? He was alive, after all. Temptingly interesting.

While the information he got was dull, considering how basic the Underground turned out to be was, he still would very much like to keep a connection with a living monster. Imagine the potential! If only Sans trusted him more. That potential would be much more salivating, more useful than any twisted deck of cards.

Sadly, trust was anything but existent on both accounts. Even if he found the man a tad bit more fun than he originally assumed he would be.

Frankly, people just didn't matter to Alastor. They're simple, boring creatures that sometimes run around when he throws out odd words or threats for his own entertainment. Or, on occasion, bothersome obstacles.

A few, naturally, stuck out. Some in good ways. His Mother always would. She was his top priority, no matter what. Alastor would always be such a mama's boy, even down in hell, the furthest he could be from her. That was a good thing, in hindsight. It'd be best if he performed his usual deeds far away from her eyes. He couldn't imagine hurting her with such news. A few people from his 'friend' group on earth stuck around in hell, though mostly for his own amusement. The only closest friend he considered a friend was Rosie, and even then, they were well aware of the cement wall between the two of them.

Sans was not on this list. He was on the toy list, with much of the others. He's done some silly things worthy enough to capture Alastor's attention, but that was the extent of it. Fun to interact with, judging from their few conversations thus far. A smart man, despite his lazy tone and lax posture. Knew how to fake a smile and knew when to call Alastor out on his lies. But not in the annoying way, like how Vaggie gets all into his face with a raised, annoying tone and he can feel her breath, and ugh, gross. He'd rather she stay five feet away at all given times.

He wondered, briefly, how long it would be before someone had enough and tries to pluck out her other eye. It shouldn't take too long, with her attitude.

Tapping his case, Alastor let his connection cement as he clicked his heels down toward the tailor shop, waiting for his prized coat to be returned in its expected pristine condition. Being in hell didn't excuse an effort for fashion.

"Sans, hello! I wasn't expecting a surprise call. I'm running some errands as of now," Alastor hummed. Oh, wasn't it so lovely when the prey approach the hunter first? "I'm glad you called, though. I have to wait for the tailor and I have found myself to be quite bored. I'm glad you could keep me company, even if it's... your company."

A snort echoed from the monster on the other side, deep and hearty. Sans had a low, smooth voice that Alastor knew would be popular with a subsection of the population. While his own voice was more higher pitched, Sans' was anything but. Reminded him of that one coworker Alastor had managed to convince to move with a few well timed accidents. Ah, the good old days. He sometimes missed those, with the soft chirping of birds and crickets, as the sky darkened and the heat simmered in the office.