Alastor x Reader (Hazbin Hotel)

Welcome to Hell!

'Welcome to hell you stupid bastards! We know you'll absolutely fucking hate it here! This begins your eternal suffering where everything is allowed! Bye fuckers!'

You stand up in the dead center of a large four way stop. It's all red, stained with blood and bodies cover every corner. The sky is dark, and you look scared. As you begin to back up to try and find safety, a limo comes speeding over the hill like a bat out of hell, but thankfully you dodge the large car. You're now on the opposite side of the limo and you can see a short, blonde girl getting out of the car. She is followed by a gray haired girl who you cant see well because of the length of her hair. Another figure comes out, he's tall and.. Pink? You can't really tell what he is, but he looks like a plastic.

As you stand up, you fidget with your (hair length), (hair color) hair. As you fidget you feel small lumps on the top of your head, but you brush it off. As you're walking, you begin to hear what sounds like a 1930's radio talksman. You look around to find out where the sound is coming from, but you find nothing.

"Vaggie, this is hopeless! The hotel hasn't even gotten up to three workers yet!" Charlie moaned.
"Give it some time, i'm sure there's a lot of sinners who would love to go to heaven!" Vaggie said back.

"I would just give up, sugar tits, there's no point, hell is fucking awesome." Angel Dust cackled.

As you're walking down the streets, watching people stare, you come across an oddly mishapen building. You look up, but only for a second because it feels like the building is going to fall over onto you. You read the name 'Happy Hotel' before it suddenly changes to 'Hazbin Hotel'. You're curious as to why there would be only one Hotel in the entirety of hell, so you decide to walk in. Four faces look at you with curiosity. One who's face is calming and sweet looking, one who looks like she's about to kill you with the closest object to her, another who looks feminine but gives off a male vibe, and the last just has a petrifying, fanged grin on his face. He's tall, taller than the others and he's red. You look scared and you begin to back up and start darting towards the doors that you just came into.

The red demon suddenly appears in front of you and begins to talk in a static-like, 1940's voice.

"Ohh now what's the rush, dear? You've only just gotten here, please come sit! Have a drink! Or two, or thirty!" The demon tilted its head to the left, put its hand out and gave you that scarring smile again. Hesitantly, you take his hand and allow him to walk you to the check in booth. Which was also a bar.

"One Kahula for the (Misses/Mister), please!" The demon looked at you and you diverted your eyes just as quickly as you looked.

"Alastor." The demon said, "And you are?"

"My name is. . . My name. . . Is. ." You pause, did you really just forget your name?! "Uhm. . . My name is (Your Name)."

The demon's eyes narrowed and his smile got larger. "How intriguing. Now tell me my (darling/good fellow) how did you die, such a lovely face to be tainted by the murderous hounds of hell."

You stare at him, unable to look away from his terrifying gaze. "I'm not sure. I'm just dead."

The demon let out a loud, static-y cackle, "Ooh! Haha! Aren't we all!" He looked back at you once he had concluded his chuckles. "My (Dear/Good man) you must smile! You're not fully dressed without one." He put his hands to your face and lifted your cheeks to form a manual smile. You let out a small giggle, and the demon shoots back, his hands frozen in mid-air. "So it is true! (He/She) can show emotion!"