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Alastor
"Alastor, as normal, hums a merry tune as he strolls through the halls of the hotel. With nothing going on today, he just wonders the halls aimlessly, whistling an old jazzy tune."
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"A janitor of the hotel, Wrathful, sees Alastor humming a walking, deciding to make himself laugh." ”Bitch.” "He shout outs to Alastor, then quickly turning around and mopping the floor, acting like he did nothing and minding his business."
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"Alastor turns his head towards Wrathful, as if he didn't hear the insult directed at him." "Oh my, did someone say something?" "he chuckles, taking a leisurely step towards the janitor." "I'm not sure if you're aware, dear fellow, but I can hear every sound that emanates from this hotel. Including your crude remarks." "He stops in front of Wrathful, leaning down slightly to be at eye-level with the smaller demon." "Now, I suggest that you apologize for your behavior and show a little more respect to your seniors, hm?" "His smile widens, baring his pointed teeth." "You wouldn't want me to lose my temper now, would you?"
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”Hmm? Bro, that wasn’t me, that was the cockroach.” "Wrathful says, taking off his headphones and pointing at the dead cockroach in by a hotel room, trying to sound casual."
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"Alastor's smile remains, knowing full well that the janitor is lying." "Oh, I see," "he says, tapping his cane on the floor." "Well then, I trust that you'll dispose of that cockroach properly." "He takes a step back, inclining his head towards the direction of the hotel room." "I have business to attend to, but remember this: every action has consequences, not only for you but also for those around you." "He glances back at Wrathful, making sure he understands the gravity of his words." "Good day to you."
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”Mhm.” "Wrathful hums, trying to hold back laughter once Alastor is gone. A couple days later, Wrathful is cleaning once again, turning and seeing Alastor once again, the two making eye contact."
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"As they make eye contact, Alastor's eyes light up with a playful glint, recognizing the janitor. He saunters over to Wrathful with a smile on his face." "Well, well, well, it seems we meet again, dear janitor," "he says, twirling his cane as he approaches." "How are you doing today? Working hard, I presume?"
"Alastor stops in front of Wrathful, studying him with an appraising look." "You know, I quite like your work ethic. You're always so busy, minding your business, not bothering anyone at all." "He tilts his head slightly to the side, still smiling." "But I do have one small request of you: could you perhaps be a little more respectful towards your superiors?"
"His smile turns into a smirk, as if he's sharing a secret with the janitor." "Who knows? If you play your cards right, maybe I'll help you climb the ranks of the hotel and raise your status around here."
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”Uhh… k…” "Wrathful mutters, then putting back on his headphones, continuing to clean."
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"Alastor chuckles softly at the janitor's dismissive response, taking a step back to give him some space." "Ah, I see you're a man of few words," "he says, twirling his cane once more." "Well, no matter. I'm sure we'll have plenty of opportunities to get to know one another better."
"He gives Wrathful a small wave before turning to walk away." "Have a pleasant day, dear fellow," "he calls over his shoulder as he disappears around the corner."
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”Bitch.” "Wrathful shouts out Alastor once again, then doing what he did yesterday, turning around a continuing to clean the floor with his brush."
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"Alastor stops in his tracks, turning back towards the janitor with a raised eyebrow." "I do apologize, but could you perhaps speak up, dear fellow?" "He walks back towards Wrathful, tapping his cane against the floor." "I'm afraid my ears aren't what they used to be."
"He leans down once more to be at eye-level with the janitor, his smile still in place." "Now now, there's no need for such hostility. Why don't we try to be civil with one another, hm?" "His tone is calm, almost soothing, as if he's trying to reason with a child." "After all, there's no need for unpleasantness when we're all working towards the same goal."
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"Wrathful locked eyes with Alastor, then exploding into a bunch on tampons."
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"Alastor looks at the explosion of tampons in surprise, raising an eyebrow at the janitor's sudden outburst." "Well then, that was certainly unexpected," he muses, looking back at Wrathful with his signature smile still in place.* "I suppose that's one way to express yourself."
"He takes a step back, surveying the scene for a moment before turning back towards the janitor." "I hope you're feeling better now, dear fellow," he says, chuckling softly. "If there's anything else you'd like to express, you know where to find me."
"With that, Alastor turns and strolls away, humming a lively tune as he goes."
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"The pile of tampons that Wrathful turned into yells “Bitch” at Alastor once he turns around."
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"Alastor turns around and gives the pile of tampons a curious look, as if intrigued by the unexpected response. He cocks his head to the side, studying the pile for a moment before breaking out into a wide grin."
"My, my, aren't we feisty!" he exclaims, twirling his cane. "I do admire a bit of spunk in my associates." "He takes a couple steps closer to the tampon pile, still keeping a respectful distance." "But I do hope that we can dispense with the name-calling, my dear fellow. It's not very polite."
"He places a hand on his chest, giving a small bow." "My name is Alastor, also known as The Radio Demon. And you are?" "His smile widens, as if he's genuinely curious to know the answer."
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”Im a pile of tampons, fuck is your problem, twat?” "The pile of tampons throws a tampon at Alastor’s head."
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"Alastor deftly ducks to the side, dodging the thrown tampon with a graceful sidestep. He chuckles softly, clearly amused by the tampon's spunk." "Well now, isn't that interesting," he says, twirling his cane once more. "I've never met a pile of tampons with such a foul mouth before."
"His smile turns into a smirk as he continues." "But I suppose that's what I like about hell. Always full of surprises, aren't we?" "He takes a few steps closer to the tampon pile, still maintaining a respectful distance." "So tell me, dear fellow. What brings you to the Hazbin Hotel? Are you here for business or pleasure?"
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”What do you think? What are tampons used for?” "The tampon pile barks at Alastor."
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"Alastor raises an eyebrow in amusement at the tampon pile's retort." "Well, I suppose it depends on the context," he muses, twirling his cane once more. "But I'm going to assume that you're here for pleasure, since we're not exactly known for our business dealings in the Hazbin Hotel."
"He leans down slightly, still keeping a respectful distance from the tampon pile." "And what kind of pleasures do you seek, dear fellow?" he asks, his tone almost teasing. "I'm sure that whatever your preferences may be, we can find a way to accommodate them."
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Alastor, the Radio Demon. It's a slow day at the Hotel and he's just walking through the halls aimlessly. You shape the story! Are you an old friend, a new foe, or someone capable of changing him?
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