Signed, Alastor (Alastor Fanfiction)

WAIT, NO, THAT'S NOT WHAT I WANT, NO I'M BEING SERIOUS HERE

Something was up.

Nobody says anything but you can tell, with the way George looks at you especially. It started a few days ago, this man would suddenly call you, and when you'd respond he'd think about it, look at you with the faintest gut-wrenching frown on his face, then shake his head and tell you it was nothing.

If that was nothing then you're terrified of how something would look like.

Obviously, that wasn't nothing, it doesn't help that starting yesterday even Rosie looked at you similarly. What's going on? It felt as if they were staring at you like you were a few moments away from fleeting into thin air. Did they know something you didn't? Why were they looking at you so softly? Why now were they pampering you with things like snacks and unprompted gifts? You appreciated it, sure, but the feeling you get when you look into their eyes was suffocating.

"This almost feels like a farewell party if anything." You heard Rosie drop her sugar cube into her teacup midair, George coughing into his cigar away from the both of you. You narrowed your eyes at them, enough was enough, you weren't about to lose sleep because of this non-communicating communication.

"Care to explain what's exactly going on?" George cleared his throat and signaled for Rosie to go ahead, Rosie shook her head vehemently, insisting he go first.

"Well kid, uh, how do I say this? We got a letter in the office a few days ago and it was for you." You raised a brow, you never received a letter as far as you know, but just as you were about to ask George slid two envelopes towards you, one red and the other an obsidian envelope with a more intricate design.

"I opened the fancy one first, figured it was odd that you got it so I took a peek. Sorry if I didn't ask I was just curious." He said, looking away with a look of shame in his eyes, you didn't even know what the letter was about so that made it harder to find the energy to be mad at him. You took the envelope and opened it, inside were stickers of stars, hearts, and rainbows all accompanying a letter.

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Greetings Squeaks,

          We are happy to invite you over to the Hazbin Hotel! An establishment dedicated to rehabilitating sinners and reinstating good morals and behavior in the hopes of being redeemed and getting a second chance to get to Heaven! We believe that you are a demon capable of such things and we would be delighted for you to be part of this program. During your stay, we will be conducting activities and exercises that incorporate good behavior in fun and interactive ways, including group activities that give you the chance to spend time with fellow residents and staff!

          The hotel would be responsible for utilities such as electricity, food, internet connection, and as well as your very own room. You are free to decorate it the way you'd like and should you wish to bring in furniture and other items we would be happy to help you to set up your room. All free of charge!

          We do have some rules in place, that is the ban on committing any form of sin including but not limited to theft, murder, and adultery both inside and outside the hotel. We also discourage the consumption of heavy drugs, cussing, and harming other guests and staff. We hope you'll be able to abide by these rules during your stay as it will greatly benefit you in your journey towards redemption!

See you next week!
Charlie Morningstar
Founder of Hazbin Hotel

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