The Hazbin Hotel

Memory 8

As we walked through the woods, I couldn't help but feel something for the young radio hunter. No. He doesn't seem to like me the same way... surely? My thoughts were interrupted by Alastor looking down at me, confusion clouding his gaze.

"My dear. Is something bothering you?" He questioned, putting his arm around my waist and bringing my closer to him. I blushed, lightly, whilst looking down at the floor in embarrassment.

"Um.. Y-y-yeah..." I responded. "Just... thinking about the situation.." Alastor then leaned close to me, making me blush uncontrollably, staring ahead in embarrassment.

"My dear. You don't need to worry about anything. Let Alastor take care all of it..." He whispered in my ear. I narrowed an eyebrow as I glanced up at him.

"Take care of it...?" Alastor chuckled and nodded. "But... what exactly do you mean by-"

"Hush, dear~" He demanded as he placed a finger on my lips to silence me. I looked at him in surprise.

"Oh. Okay" I managed to muffle out. I heard him chuckle once more.

"I'll make sure they will not be affecting you, my love." He said, before bringing me closer than expected once again until I was almost like glue stuck to him. "Your sister... parents, police... I'll make sure they won't take you away, darling." We stopped just at the other end of the woods that I really have never been where a small house stood by at the other end of the black concrete road as cars passed by every few minutes. We crossed the road, Alastor's arm still around my waist and only until we arrived at the door, he realised me from him. I watched him fumble around with the keys to open the door. As soon as he opened it, he bowed in front of me.

"My, dear. Ladies first." He said, smiling up at me as I blushed, lightly.

"T-t-thanks Al." I walked in as he followed in behind. I looked round. I realised that this house was made out of wood.. not like the ones in the city made out of bricks. On the wooden walls, there were 5 deer heads on almost each wall. A small couch just pressed alongside the wall and a few feet away was a table and on top a television. The kitchen was just in front across from the entrance and it was quiet small...

"Now, my dear." He began as I turned around to look at him. "Since now your my roommate. Please make yourself at home!" I smiled warmly at him and dipped my head.

"Thanks Al..." I paused and looked down. Alastor's smile faded to a much worrying expression.

"Y/n, love. What's bothering you? Please, I don't like seeing you like this, my dear." I felt tears form in my eyes. How could I explain to him that I don't exactly feel safe anywhere? Instead of answering him, I turned my back on him, feeling some of the tears start to stream down my face. Alastor placed his arm around me, leading me to the couch. We both sat and I didn't face him. I felt him place his arm round my waist, gently pulling me towards him, my head resting on his chest.