Impolite ~ Alastor X Reader (Hazbin Hotel) {finished}

The psychopath

Readers P.O.V.:

I wake up in my bed and see the sun is starting to rise. I'm having a slight headache and I can't remember everything that happened yesterday. I remember Alastor asking me for a drink and after three drinks my vision gets blurry and after black. I sigh and sit up, I hope I didn't mess up yesterday. I swing my legs over the side of my bed and walk to the bathroom to take a shower.

After taking a shower I pull on a simple (F/C) dress and put my hair in a neat bun. I pull on flat (F/C) shoes and add a thin layer of make-up to hide the dark circles below my eyes. I walk out of the room, the hallway is silent and one light is broken, giving the hallway a sinister look with the flickering light. I quickly walk down the hall and step into the elevator, which is also empty. I click the 0 and try getting as much grip as possible before the doors close and the elevator starts falling down again.

Arriving at the lobby the doors of the elevator open and I walk out, seeing a few demons watching my way. Do they always look up or did something happen last night? "Hey, (Y/N)! Could you help me out in the kitchen please?" Charlie asks, waving at me. A/N: Idea requested by @hey-usagi. 

"Of course," I answer, walking over to her. I walk into the kitchen. "What are we making?" I ask Charlie.

"Just some breakfast. Angel used to help me but he recently almost burned down the kitchen and ever since I have to do it alone, it's a lot of work," Charlie answer, getting out some bread and ingredients for sandwiches. She also takes some fruit and starts cutting it up. I decide to take the bread and ingredients and start making different kinds of sandwiches. "I didn't know you could sing," Charlie suddenly says.

"When did I sing?" I ask Charlie. I sometimes sing in the shower but never before other people. My parents used to say that singing before other people with a nice voice is like showing off. They said not much people have a nice voice and if I don't want to seem impolite I should not sing until other people ask me.

"Yesterday evening, at the karaoke bar," Charlie says, she seems confused about the question.

"Thank you," I quickly say before I continue to make the sandwiches. 

"You seemed to enjoy yourself with Alastor before the karaoke bar opened," Charlie changes the subject.

"Yeah, he's nice," I answer, finishing making the stack of sandwiches. "Where do I need to bring this?" I ask Charlie.

"Just put them down in the lobby, everyone that wants some can get a sandwich," Charlie answers, laying strawberries in a bowl. I take the plate with sandwiches and put it down on a table in the lobby, taking one for myself. Charlie follows me with the fruit and puts them next to the sandwiches. "The sandwiches look good, do you enjoy cooking?" she asks me.

"I used to cook a lot... when I was still alive. I needed time for myself and locking myself in my room would be impolite so I mostly baked or cooked something. The kitchen was mostly empty because there would only be cooked in the main kitchen by the servants," I answer.

"You had multiple kitchens?" Charlie asks with a jaw drop.

"Y-yeah... I-I'm used to it so maybe that wasn't really the right thing to say. I'm sorry," I quickly apologise.

"It's not a problem, you're family must have been richt. Is that why you're so focused on being polite?" Charlie asks.

"My parents used to tell me you would get further in the world if you were polite so I always tried to act polite. They used to punish me if I wasn't polite," I answer, sitting down at the couch.

"What do you mean with punish?" Charlie asks. I look down at the ground, not responding.

"Come on, dear. Not responding is impolite too," a sudden voice behind me says. I turn around to see Alastor.

"Good morning, Alastor," I greet him.

"Morning," he repeats. "Now, are you gonna the question?" I look up at him in surprise.

"I'd rather not talk about it, it would only spoil the mood," I say, looking down at the sandwiches and fruit on the table.

"You're in hell, dear. Not much of a mood to ruin," Alastor replies.

"Are you gonna continue bugging me with it until I tell?" I ask, looking up at the radio demon in front of me. He looks down at me with his teethy grin and red eyes.

"Well, of course. You've gotten my curious," Alastor says.

"Fine. They used to push me underwater multiple times or shock me. They also used to forbid me to eat or demand one of the servants to hit me with a whip," I answer.

"I'm looking forward to meeting them here in hell!" Alastor suddenly says.

"Why would they go to hell? They've always been polite and tried to teach me manners," I ask Alastor.

"Dear, hurting your daughter isn't polite. That's just an example of some psychopaths," Alastor says.

Charlie P.O.V.:

I look over at (Y/N), what Alastor said must have had some kind of impact on her. Her hair is changing into black and her eyes seem like someone stole them from her face. She gets up, still being a lot smaller than Alastor but somehow looking more intimidating. Her nails are changing into black claws. "My parents always tried to help me be polite, of course they were polite." I listen to the voice which sounds like a whisper and raw out the same time. It sounds like coming from multiple directions and (Y/N)s mouth doesn't move in sync with her words.

"So they might have had a little influence, no need to get mad here," Alastor says, his grin widening. "You're as much as a psychopath, dear."

Suddenly (Y/N) lifts her hand and in a flash she moves it forward. Alastor grabs her wrist and turns her around, now facing her black eyes towards me. It scares me a bit, most demons don't change like this when getting mad and those who do mostly don't have a lot of self-control left. Alastor moves his head forward to whisper something in (Y/N)s ear. "You should calm down, dear. You wouldn't want people to see you get mad like this, would you?"

She actually seems to calm down and lowers her hand, looking around confused. "A-Alastor, why exactly are you-..." (Y/N) can't finish her sentence because of Vaggie bursting into the room, holding her spear again and pointing it at (Y/N) and Alastor.

"What the hell are you planning?" she says, locking her eyes at Alastor.

"I'm planning nothing, just trying to keep this nice girl from getting mad and killing someone," Alastor says, patting (Y/N)s head and walking off. (Y/N) looks around confused, a hint of fear to be heard in her voice.

"What exactly is happening to me?"