Hazbin Havoc ( Alastor & OC nonship)

Battle of the Monsters

*A proposal, a simple proposal that's all it takes.* Elroy Commons had been sitting at his desk, a feather pen in hand, a small pint of ink and a perfectly rolled out sheet of papyrus before him. It was only hours after the Hazbin Hotel had been announced, the ruckus outside far from dying down. As a matter of fact, from his window Elroy noticed that a ...*relatively small* riot group had been forming just outside of the TV news station, demanding just how the network could allow such a joke to run rampant all over Hell's only reliable (somewhat) newsource.

Of course, considering the nature of everything, Charlie had been escorted from the premises as soon as she had finished her small fiasco of a promise. Shortly after the musical number, the news channel quickly turned back to a disgusted Katie Killjoy to which Tom Trench had to muster up whatever voice he had to rush the commercial break. During that time was when the demoness was snuck out from the back and towards the nearest sanctuary.

Anything beyond that was out of his window view's control and left to the water deer demon's imagination - something he lacked as is. Much to his own dismay, Elroy was actually onboard with Charlie's idea. He noticed there was some people throughout hell that he just knew would be having a rough time due to their soft-like nature.

As odd as it sounds, to have a kitten lost in a jungle of wildcats isn't exactly something anyone would expect from the perspective of Hell, but they did exist. These are usually the cases where they unknowingly assisted someone in a murder and were found as accomplices despite their lack of knowledge. Another would be that they committed suicide over a broken heart. One way or another they ended up with all the crooks and criminals of the supernatural world. So yes, it did seem like a pretty swell idea to him.

The problem was the sponsors. On one hand there were the people that clearly expressed their disdain for the idea through the use of loud noises and threats of violence. On the other, however, were those who used ... other means of demonstration. Those who monopolized hell's funds and had unspeakable influencial power over the domain were the scary ones. He remembered passing through town and overhearing a very well-known deer demon who was notarious for playing mind games with the system.

This particular individual, Alastor he knew the name to be, was well aware of his status in hell: He had the entire world of fear and torment wrapped around his finger and he well knew it. The red demon also was rumored to have a tendency to show up whenever he was displeased and parade through homes as if he owned the place. Well, he technically does but that was beside the point.

Elroy allowed a few more taps of his pencil before sitting back with another sigh. This was ridiculous. How was he supposed to find a proposal of sponsorship that would one up the rest? He'd have to be the best of the best with his offer so that none of the other monetary forces had a chance to try and manipulate this girl's (Charlie) idea.

The water demon also knew that he had to be one hell of a negotiator. With a grit of his teeth, Elroy stood up in frustration, his knees nearly making contact with the bottom of the desk. This was nonsense, how on earth was he going to-

*knock knock*

"So late?" Elroy murmured, turning his head in the direction of the sound. A part of him wanted to sit back down and ignore the knocking. But the remaining part of him enticed the water deer demon to make his way over to the door, the clopping of his hooves giving way to any form of indication that he may not have been home. He brushed off the side fur that encompassed all of his legs, took a deep breath to wash over any remaining frustration from before and opened the door with an undoing of a few latches.

Standing on the other side of the door was an individual he'd much rather wish he did not recognize the face of. A very much familiar, almost maniacal grin looking down in Elroy's direction made the latter shift in place.

The red demon.

"*Pardon me but is this the living quarters of Elroy Commons?*" The grin widened in ways Elroy did not understand could be possible.

"*Who's talkin'?*" The host replied, a hand on the door ready to slam shut.

"*Oh! Why, well where ***are*** my manners?*" With a swift and firm grasp of Elroy's free hand, Alastor shook it, the grip indicating that the water deer demon's downplay was very well acknowledged and would not be tolerated. But for the time being, the red demon was going to play along - for the sake of politeness, that is. "*Alastor, pleasure to meet you ol'boy it truly is! Given the nature of these parts, I take it you would be the owner of this household and therefore Mister Commons himself!*" He released Elroy's hand with a chuckle, letting himself in as though he were still in the 20's.

"*Yeah, I am. What's it to you?*" Elroy's eyes followed Alastor before thoroughly turning around. His voice was more abrupt than intended. Perhaps it was a mix between anticipation and now annoyance of the deer demon's visit.

Alastor sat himself down on one of Elroy's finest chairs. Actually, he sat in the *one* spot out of all the chairs set up around his fine rug. The red demon continued in his peppiness, his radio firmly in his hand as always. "*Actually, I believe the more appropriate inquiry would be what it isn't! I've been told by a certain babe that you've become the bee's knees flaunting your fancy coat in public and all that. Everyone knows there's only a few powerful figures here in Hell and they all know each other! Almost like a mob, one would say*"

The addressee shifted. He was well aware of the fact that he had recently made it to the top through means of his own. If they all knew one another like Alastor was saying then that means Elroy stood out like a sore thumb. He was new meat and his predators were the biggest baddest bullies around Hell. Perfect.

"*So what would bring you here then, Mister Alastor?*" Elroy controlled his tone so that he did not come off as hostile as before. His bowtie felt tight around his tensed neck, adjusting his shirt collar to help relax slightly.

Alastor paid no mind, if he did it was very well hidden. *You see, Elroy, you could say I'm behind the eight ball! Rumor has it there's a big cheese rolling around, promising our babe's splendid new hotel more cabbage than I have previously offered! I have to admit I haven't been this curious since the 19th was passed!*" He chuckled once, letting out a satisfied sigh. The radio demon then turned once more towards the water deer demon, his widened grin unwavering. "*Tell you what. Let's dip the bill, take a stroll out if you will. We'll mingle more along the way!*"

"*Mister Alastor,*" Elroy began, "*you wouldn't happen to think I'm the individual offering the money, would you?*" Of course he did. Since every one else was buddy buddy and he was left out of the loop, he'd be stupid not to suspect him.

"*That sounds awfully like an accusation!*" The radio demon perked. "*I only asked if you wanted to visit a speakeasy, bond a little. It's only natural that our kind should stick together!*" He tilted his head, his grin becoming slightly more omnious, "*If I thought you were the culprit, wouldn't you think I would have done something about it by now?*" As soon as the smile darkened, it resumed back to its more natural state earlier.