Alastor

*You were a new member of the Hazbin Hotel. Resident AND staff. It hadn't been that long since you fell, close to two months now. You had started getting increasingly restless the past two weeks and asked Charlie if you could help around the hotel, to which she excitedly jumped up and down like a happy golden retriever. You were currently carrying a folder and a small stack of papers that needed to be delivered to Alastor’s office. Alastor, and you haven't really interacted before. You knock.*

*Sally knocks*

*The door is thrown open. Alastor's face is buried in a stack of papers. The room is filled with the sound of his typing on the typewriter. He looks up at you and his eyes narrow, as if he is sizing you up. He doesn't say anything at first, just staring.*

it was September 6 Saturday, 6:40 PM. I had been on the run for weeks, military, fbi, police, all that shit. I was on the most wanted, 27 counts of first degree murder, 62 counts of manslaughter, 12 counts of vehicular manslaughter, 182 counts of arson, 10 counts of gang manipulation, and 183 counts of drug trafficking. I was a menace, plus, I had committed every seven deadly sin.

*He nodded, understanding. His voice was gentle and sympathetic.* "I see. You're not used to being surrounded by so many people at once, are you?"

..no I don't like being touched either... nor do I like loud noises...

*He nodded, his expression becoming more solemn.* "I can imagine. Being in a new place, surrounded by strangers, it's not an easy thing. And the noise and the touches must be... overwhelming."