Hazbin Hotel x Reader Oneshots

Yandere! Alastor X Fem! Reader

'My Perfect Doll'

- requested by OwO_Kill_Me_Daddy

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When Y/n wakes up, the only thing she can see is darkness and the feel of the velvet blindfold around her face and eyes. She tries to lift it but then realises her hands are tied together with coarse rope. She twists her hands to feel what she's tied to, a tall, cold, metal object - a pole she guesses.  She sniffs because of her runny nose, the contrasting smell of mold and roses fill her nostrils. Her nose doesn't stop running and she fights the frustration of wanting to wipe it and focuses on trying to find out where she is.

Her breath stops as a sound of a door creaking, the clicking of heels on the floor. The sound isn't like Angel's sharp heels on his boots, but more like...

"Y/n, you're awake!"

Alastor.

The cheery, crackling voice seems to contrast the weighty situation, being more creepy than her finding it being. The sound grows louder as he comes closer, then he stops right in front of her, his presence suffocating her like it was purposefully grabbing at her neck.

A shuffling of clothing is heard and sharp nailed fingers grasp around her head, pulling the blindfold off to reveal the wide grin of a Cheshire cat. Saying, "How are you feeling?" like nothing is wrong.

Like she wasn't in a mysterious grey concrete room tied to a pole, blindfolded, with clouded memories of how she got here.

The situation is dim, and Alastor is the only suspect. 

Y/n ignores his question, instead asking a question of her own. "W-Why am I here, Alastor? Where am I?" This place is nowhere near Hazbin Hotel, or anywhere she's explored in the time she's been in Hell.

"A place where you'll be perfectly fine in, my sweet Y/n L/n." The answer was vague and only confirmed her suspicions. Alastor reaches out a hand close to her cheek, Y/n flinches away from those sharp -gloved- claws of his. 

"Alastor, what the fuck are you doing?"

The demon laughs in her face, "What do you mean, 'what are you doing'? I'm preserving  you, from those..." He stays quiet, his demeanour changing and his eyes cloudy.

"Savages." He decides on the word chirpily, his smile gentle. "I can assure you that I want nothing but safety for you-"

"Bullshit."

 Y/n spat out, like the word was poison in her mouth, like the thought of it was poison. 

Alastor tilts his head, dumbfounded.

"...What?"

"Absolute bullshit, Alastor." Y/n scowls at who once she thought of as a friend. "What kind of safety is this; you kidnap me and you tie me to a pole. I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW I GOT HERE YOU SICK FU-"

Alastor bundles the blindfold in his hands and stuffs it into her mouth. His eyes dark and the faint sound of crackling, coming slowly into  her sense of hearing. 

"Tsk, tsk, tsk - Look at what they've done to you." His voice lacked any feeling, empty but yet the words felt like they held too much weight. Y/n tries to spit out the blindfold and find a way to wriggle out of the ropes that binds her, finding herself unable to.  

Alastor stands up and carefully speaks, "When you came into the Hazbin Hotel, Y/n, I thought you were just another citizen in Hell. However, when you showed signs of improvement- well I must say: I was very  impressed. "

"Then," he pauses and chuckles, "I was most impressed when you made me smile and laugh, sincerely! Oh, it felt wonderful to be near you. Absolutely, wonderful." 

Y/n observes as he paces slowly around the enclosed room, immersed in his own thoughts. She then realises she can use this as a time to find a solution of how to escape, and find Charlie. 

"I had never felt such thing before in such a while, a rush of excitement when you try to insult me- a type of happiness I've never felt from something that's not, total annihilation." He contemplated for a little bit, reliving his memories. "Like all things strange, I watched you and then realised..."

The echo of a radio being tuned in such a confined room sends chills up her spine, the whispers (from god knows where) growing louder. 

"You would be leaving me at this rate."

Alastor glances to Y/n, seeing a confused expression. 

He explains politely, the whispers leaving in a snap, "Oh, Y/n, you had no idea how well you were on your way to full recovery. You started being nice to me, you started to be polite and kind! So innocent, getting naive. It wouldn't be long until you would be leaving to heaven. And heaven isn't a place I can reach."

Y/n's eyes fall, the thoughts incomprehensible. 

His grin widens in victory as he places the final pieces together. "You know where I can, right Y/n?"

Tears form in her wide eyes, she closes them and starts to sob hopelessly. She clenches her hands into fists as she huddles close to herself, muttering tiny "no"s in denial of how close she was.

Alastor's swiftly bows down, face to face with Y/n. The girl not wanting to meet eyes with him in utter disgust and betrayal.

"I will taint you, and only I will. Angel Dust and those, demons, are no hope for you. They'll twist you up and drag you lower, but I know how to preserve you- I know how to keep you like you are now." He tilts Y/n's chin up, so that her eyes meet his.

"My perfect doll."

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A/n: i apologise for the piece for it isn't as good as i thought it would be, but i hope you enjoy what i've written for you! I had trouble with Alastor being OOC, so if that's the cause in this one shot then I am really sorry : ,)