Requested by Woopwhatever. They wanted Alastor to do a Mary Poppins song and I had to run through them to see which one I should do. I plans for certain songs. So I decided to go with the lovely Feed the Birds!

I do not own the characters of Hazbin Hotel. They belong to Viziepop. I do not own the song Feed the Birds. That beautiful song belongs to Disney. So enjoy!

Chapter 11: Feed the Birds (Mary Poppins)

There was times Alastor would think about his past life. More importantly, his darling mother. And such a time is what he was doing know. He was currently sitting in the hotel's library for a "sleep over" that Charlie had initiated. For bonding reasons. And for the fact that she had never had a sleepover with others before. So not only was this the Demon Princess' first sleepover, but his as well. It was going into the wee hours of the morning. Already pass two in the morning. And while he personally rarely slept, the princess was determined to keep everyone up till at least six because-

"No sleepover is official until you stay awake long enough for the sun to rise!"

Or something to that extent. Personally, it was a ridiculous rule. Everyone was tired, especially Husk, who was irritated that he was being forced to stay awake when he desperately just wanted to pass out. The deer demon didn't fault his feline companion. He wasn't as quite thrilled with this activity like the others. And Charlie had managed to get them to talk about their pasts. It was a game. To recall a good memory of their past.

It was standard for a few. Nifty struggling to choose when she had some many from her former life. Angel Dust about learning how to cook from his mother before she passed. Vaggie having a rare memory about when her grandmother took her out to a picnic and even Husk had told a story about his first magic show. Thus finally turning their attention to Alastor when it was his turn.

"What's a good memory for you Al?" Charlie asked.

"Yea, whatcha got Smiles?" Angel Dust repeated, resting his chin in his upper hands.

The former radio host hummed as he thought. So many to choose from. But he decided on one that was reminding him of a similar situation of a day so long ago that he hasn't thought of in years.

"My mother's and I first outing of taking me to feed the birds."

"Feeding birds?" Vaggie raised a brow. "I was expecting you to say your first murder or some shit like that."

The Radio Demon chuckled at her.

"Usually, but this was a... special memory."

"Aw, that's so sweet!" The blonde hell-born gushed.

"What prompt her to do so?" Nifty asked.

Alastor thought back to that night. One when he was so young. A small child. His mother singing a song to him before she tucked him in. She had many songs that she loved to sing. All of them from her heart and never from a source. Even on the radio, he couldn't find anything like hers. It was like she had one for every occasion. Each unique to the situation at the time.

"Rough times, maybe. Or just a reminder to be kind. I was so young. Possibly six or seven."

His smile was less tensed. More genuine. The residents of the hotel had figured out quickly that any time Alastor thought about his mother, his smile was more genuine. Something that was rare to see. Let alone was allowed to be in the presence of.

"She'd sing a song. It was so beautiful. So... inspirational. To remember the little things we over looked."

"Can you sing it to us?" Nifty asked.

"Oh yes, please!" Charlie added, eager to hear the sweet song that Alastor remembered so fondly.

"I suppose I could." The deer demon agreed. "I just need to get something real quick."

He vanished for a moment then came back with a snowglobe. A cathedral was inside of it.

"A snowglobe? You left to get a fucking snowglobe?" Husk grumped.

"It's a special snowglobe."

"The song?" Vaggie prompted, crossing her arms.

Alastor chuckled as he thought back to the song his mother sang to him the night before the trip of feeding birds. He closed his eyes as he thought back to the words. Suddenly soft music started emitting from him. He opened his eyes as he looked at the snowglobe, They were soft. Reflecting.

"Early each day to the steps of Saint Paul's," He started, holding the snowglobe out to them. "The little old bird woman comes,"

Charlie gave a small smile and leaned against Vaggie. Angel Dust made himself more comfortable on his makeshift bed, laying on his stomach as Fat Nuggets was sleeping next to him.

"In her own special way to the people she calls, "Come, buy my bags full of crumbs.""

Alastor turned the snowglobe upside down then brought it back up. Little feathers started raining around the inside. Giving it the illusion of birds flying around the building inside.

"Come feed the little birds, show them you care. And you'll be glad if you do,"

Nifty got closer to Alastor, looking at the globe that her boss was holding so gently with care.

"Their young ones are hungry. Their nests are so bare. All it takes is tuppence from you,"

Husk looked over at the globe as well. The song wasn't something he was expecting. And he couldn't understand the enticing draw that he was getting. But it was soothing, and sat his bottle down as he leaned more against the arm of the couching he was laying on, peering over Alastor's shoulder.

"Feed the birds, tuppence a bag. Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag."

The image of the snowglobe changed, entrancing the group to see the view of the descending down to show an elderly woman with white hair, dressed in a shawl and coat with a basket next to her and many different birds surrounding her. Mostly pigeons.

""Feed the birds," that's what she cries. While overhead, her birds fill the skies,"

Birds flew around the air. Around the building. Creating a rare image of peace and strange beauty.

"All around the cathedral the saints and apostles look down as she sells her wares. Although you can't see it, you know they are smiling, each time someone shows that he cares,"

Charlie got an image of the heavenly beings looking down at the old woman. Smiles on their faces as she imagined a human child Alastor and his mother purchasing a bag of crumbs to feed the birds around the woman. The globe centered around the woman once again. She seemed to be speaking as she petted a bird in her hands, with three others perched on her lap and one on her head. Other birds flew around her.

As the image faded, Alastor smiled softly seeing that everyone had fallen asleep. Charlie and Vaggie leaning against each other as they slept. Nifty's head was resting on his lap. Angel Dust was curled against his pet pig. And even Husk had dozed off, one arm on the furniture's arm, with his head resting on top as his other hung in front of him. His bottle of booze hanging loosely in his hand.

"Though her words are simple and few. Listen, listen, she's calling to you,"

He carefully shifted Nifty off of him. Placing a blanket over her. He then made his way over to Charlie and Vaggie and guided them to lay down. The two girls snuggling against each other as Alastor tucked them in.

"Feed the birds, tuppence a bag. Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag,"

He then went over to Angel Dust, pulling the pink blanket over the porn star and his pet.

"Though her words are simple and few. Listen, listen, she's calling to you,"

He finally went over to Husk, gently slipping the empty bottle out of his hands and magicking it into the trash. He then pulled a thin blanket over the alcoholic cat demon. Knowing how hot he easily got when sleeping.

"Feed the birds, tuppence a bag,"

He smiled fondly at the sleeping forms around him. Thinking back to how his mother must of did this to him on numerous of times. There was an odd feeling in his chest. It was warm, fuzzy. It felt nice. Like when he was with his mother. That's when he realized what it was. Love. Family love.

"Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag..."

He pulled his monocle off, place it on the coffee table. He smiled at the globe in his hands. He got it years ago when saw in a shop store. Feeling a connection to it, he got it. He didn't know what, but he felt like his mother's spirit was calling out to him through it. He rubbed the globe affectionately, whispering in it.

"Good night Mama. I love you and miss you. And I'll always feed the birds for you."

He sat the globe next to him, pulling his own blanket over him to fall asleep. The moment he was asleep, an image of a woman with long brown hair and eyes smiled at him through the globe. Saying on thing before fading away.

"I love you too my son."

Feed the Birds is a fantastic song. There was so many songs that was so difficult to chose from. I felt having Alastor have a sweet nostalgic memory of feeding birds with his mother would be appropriate for the song.

Even Walt Disney said this was his favorite song from the movie. And even spoke to the Bird Lady himself to get her on! Unforturnately, she wasn't well enough to speak, or sing. But to understand that this song is so inspirational is truly touching.

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