Alastor x Reader ~ Hazbin hotel

Friend or Foe?

I had sorted my room out, and was off. I had exactly an hour before he hunted me down. But that was a while ago. Alastor called it "Round One". It seemed stupid, but it was obviously a way for him to see my strength. Alastor claims that he's tried it with several times with other people that seem to match his strength, and that they've all failed. He sounded bored saying this. It was his weird, edgy way of squaring up with me, I assume. Jogging down the street, I was definitely very far away from the hotel. I likely had maybe twenty minutes left.

Approaching the Turf War grounds, I was relieved to find it was silent. Breathing a long sigh of relief, I picked up jogging again, but faster. Time was running out faster than I wanted. Grabbing a very sharp, twisted piece of metal off of the ground, I cleaned the weird red dirt off of it. It wasn't mixed with blood, more or less stained from everything either covered with red or black or both colours of smog. Staying as silent as possible, I hid behind an enormous pile of ancient, dead trees and metal scraps. I made sure not to lean against anything. Getting impaled would DEFINITELY be a bad second day in Hell. Even though I couldn't die after being in Hell unless it was by the hands of the Purge demons or a royal, I could still feel pain.

Counting the minutes, my stomach sank with dread as I realized my time was out. He was now going to find me. Taking a deep, slow breath, I forced myself to calm down. He seemed too polite to ACTUALLY kill me. Right? Clutching the rustic rod of very pointy medal, I stayed quiet and perfectly still, my appearance hidden by the wall of scraps. I was facing a vast emptiness. The wall's sides curved slightly that hid me from all angles. I had a little empty gap to peek out of also.

As the time passed, I eventually heard footsteps getting closer. Snapping back into full awareness, I stayed still and didn't make a sound as the figure walked closer... closer..... the sound of static following it. Alastor was close. I heard it stop just outside the wall. I held my breath and was perfectly still, my hands still firmly grabbing the spear of old metal with a sharp tip.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed me and whirled me into its grip. I readied the spear and held it in between its face and me. I realized it was Alastor. He had me where his hand was behind my back, and that was the only thing supporting me. He was leaning over me with a triumphant smirk, yet his eyes gleamed with disappointment. A slight rosy tint dusted my cheeks, but I adjusted the grip on my metal spear. "Don't think this is over yet." I growled. Alastor blinked, and that mere second of surprise I took as an opportunity. Kicking his stomach with my foot, he immediately loosened his grip and I began sprinting as fast as my cramped legs could take me. It wasn't long before Alastor had caught up and regained his grip on my shoulders this time, securing me tight. Angrily glaring up at him, I continued to squirm, trying to slide out of his grip. No use. "Gotcha. Time's up." Alastor said gleefully. I stopped. "Wait. Isn't this the part where you kill me?" I mused. He instantly let go. "Of course not, dear. I wouldn't dream of hurting you unless you had the same intentions. You have... potential." His tone was lined with dubiousness. I raised an eyebrow at this. "So you're saying I'm strong enough to live? That's retarded." I shoved him away and trudged back in the direction of the street. He didn't follow.

I jolted as Alastor appeared beside me, walking. "Hey!" I snapped, frowning up at him. He ignored this. "I never said that. I just enjoy seeing how strong my.. "friends" will be. I did the exact same thing with Vaggie, Charlotte, and that spider. Just in different ways. Vaggie was too violent, Charlie was good, and the spider that calls itself a drug is a whole other category." Alastor's smile seemed a little less forced. I couldn't hold back a quiet chuckle as I walked. Demons cleared the way for us. It would actually quite nice, if it wasn't embarrassing. "So, if you're too dense to understand yet which you are, I'm proposing this: Would you take interest in being an ally?" Alastor looked down at me. I rolled my eyes. "Yes, I would like to be your friend. Not everything needs to be described like you're planning a war." I mumbled. "Oh, you don't understand Hell when you're an overlord, dear. Because war describes it perfectly." Alastor looked grim, but his smile never went away. "Uhhh huh...." My eyes were wide and I slowly nodded, staring at the ground in front of me as I walked. Yep. Totally understand. Nothing weird about walking with a sadistic murderer and becoming his friend when you met five hours ago. Okay, maybe the friend part was the only reasonable thing. NOPE. Nothing is reasonable!
I had a war inside my head with myself. Alastor seemed to notice this and cast an amused glance at me every so often as we walked back to the hotel.
As we neared the large building, I settled on trusting him if he doesn't try anything murderous. I sighed as I pushed the door open. I hesitantly held the door open. Alastor nodded in acknowledgment as he passed.

The spider, Angel Dust, immediately got up. He looked at me weirdly but didn't say anything as Alastor and I split paths. I trudged up the stairs to my hotel room. I didn't even bother getting changed, either. I collapsed into my bed and sank quickly into sleep.