Alastor strolled down the hallway, humming a melody to himself with his signature, exaggerated smile adorning his face. The morning had been less than harmonious, put lightly, as Sir Pentious had not only created a large cavity in the hotel in search of Alastor, but he'd also ruined his favourite coat which resulted in an emergency visit to the tailor. What had been originally anticipated as a somewhat tame start to the day quickly transpired into chaos. Not to mention, given the latest damages to the hotel, Vaggie had been ordering Alastor to complete repairs left, right and center once he returned. So much so, he hadn't had a chance to wat breakfast, let alone finish his morning coffee. As the radio demon turned a corner, faced with the staircase that would take him to the ground floor of the hotel, he was pulled to a halt by the sound of oinking. Craning his head, ears twitching, he spotted Angel Dust's prized pet pig, Fat Nuggets, just a few feet ahead snuffling at the carpet contentedly. At that moment, Alastor realised just how famished he truly was, his stomach crying out for sustenance. Approaching the animal, the demon surveyed his surroundings; there was no sign of Angel Dust anywhere so he surmised that the latter had accidentally left the door to his bedroom ajar, allowing the creature to escape.
"Hello there, Fat Nuggets. You couldn't have come at a better time!" Alastor tucked his cane underneath his arm, bending down to scoop up the pig in his arms. "You see, I haven't had so much as a spare moment to contemplate breakfast and I'm quite hungry. You'll do rather nicely..." The demon's voice began to crack, his eyes darkening and the antlers atop his crimson red hair doubling in size whilst Fat Nuggets wriggled uncomfortably in his arms. Licking his lips, Alastor was seconds away from taking a hearty bite out of the pig when a familiar voice rang out.
"Get your no good hands off my pet, you freak!" Angel Dust sprinted full force at Alastor, all arms outstretched to reach for his beloved companion, Fat Nuggets began to squeal even louder when he caught a glimpse of his owner. Alastor, having resumed his usual form and feeling mischievous, stepped aside at the last second, sending Angel Dust tumbling over.
"Now, now dear fellow. Me and Fat Nuggets here were merely getting acquainted is all, I spotted the poor thing roaming the halls all alone" Angel Dust quickly recovered, springing up and waltzing up to Alastor, snatching Fat Nuggets out of his grasp all while scoffing at the demon's statement.
"Mhm, likely story. I know what you were doing, you were going to eat him! Get this through that head of yours, he's off limits!" The pornstar stormed away, whispering sweet reassurances to Fat Nuggets with the occassional obscenity about Alastor slipping from his lips.
Slightly dismayed, Alastor descended down the steps of the grand stairwell, twirling his cane with one hand. The radio demon was not one to give up, but since he was co-running the Hazbin Hotel with Lucifer's daughter he needed to showcase his best behaviour and so, reluctantly, he decided to let it slide. Angel Dust, however, did not wish to let the ordeal go for as soon as Alastor planted both feet onto the ground floor the spider demon stomped down the stairs, pausing half-way to address Alastor.
"Who do you think you are to go around trying to eat something that doesn't belong to you?" Angel growled.
"Touched a nerve, have I?" Alastor taunted, raising an eyebrow.
"Fat Nuggets is my pet, he isn't a snack!" Angel stood toe to toe with Alastor, the latter folding all arms.
"Who said he was? I told you I found him in the hall, you certainly seem to be making a mountain out of a molehill" Alastor tilted his head to one side, patting Angel on the shoulder and motioning to walk away.
"Don't play dumb, I know what you were doing!" Angel screeched.
"What is going on? What's all the commotion?" Charlie rushed into the foyer, eyes wide in alarm and concern evident in her tone.
"This bastard tried to gobble up my baby!" Angel pointed all fingers at Alastor.
"Alastor..." Charlie frowned, tapping her foot.
"Oh please, I did no such thing! I found the little fellow scurrying around the halls and picked him up." Alastor protested, leaning forth and balancing his weight on his trusty cane. Now, of course he knew that he was going to eat the pig, as did Angel Dust, but for the sake of not upsetting the apple cart, as the saying goes, he resorted to telling a white lie. After all, he needed to earn trust from all inhabitants of the hotel, particularly Charlie.
"Liar!" Angel Dust thrust himself in Alastor's face, his face now tinted red with rage.
"I say! I am rather offended and hurt by this accusation!" Alastor placed a hand over his heart, as though he were truly wounded though, the situation that was unfolding was providing some entertainment so he wasn't entirely displeased with it.
"Enough you two! Why don't we have a conversation in the lounge area? I'll act as a mediator and you two can talk things out!" Charlie bounced on her heels, thrilled at the idea she'd come up with on the spot. And so, Angel Dust and Alastor found themselves perched on armchairs opposite one another, with Charlie stood in between the two demons.
"Angel, why don't you start? Tell us what happened from your point of view." Charlie looked to Angel, while Angel rolled his eyes and cleared his throat.
"Well, I was coming up the stairs to get myself together for my next shoot and what do I see? That bob haired, deer looking dick holding Fat Nuggets about to chow down like he was a pork chop!" Angel glared at Alastor, crossing his legs with his lip curled into a snarl.
"Mhm...Alastor, its your turn." Charlie gestured the radio demon.
"Well, from MY point of view I was strolling down the hall and came across the pig wandering around aimlessly. So I picked it up and held it in my arms briefly before Angel began throwing accusations around." Alastor elaborated.
"You fucking liar!" Angel sprang up.
"What proof do you have that I was going to eat your precious pig? Aside from me standing and holding him in my arms." Alastor quizzed, narrowing his eyes. He did not appreciate Angel's tone towards him. Anywhere else and with anyone else, he'd have torn them to shreds and devoured their innards.
"Your antlers were bigger and you had a look in your eye... I just know ok!" Angel stomped his foot defiantly, ignoring Charlie's pleas to calm down.
"Didn't you consider that maybe that was because I wasn't having a good morning?" Alastor sighed, resting his head in his hand.
"Eh?" Angel paused, caught off guard by this response.
"Sir Pentious and those deviled eggs of his caused destruction to this very hotel and he ruined my coat, for which I had to seek a tailor for." Alastor gestured to the fresh stitching in his coat using his cane, leaning back into the armchair.
"He does make a good point Angel..." Charlie reached out and grasped her friend's hand compassionately.
"Look, I know what I saw...just stay away from my pig." Angel turned away from Alastor and Charlie.
"Fine, fine if it means that much to you" Alastor threw his hands up in the air, having grown tired with the conversation.
"Aw you guys, this is how we work through a conflict! How do you both feel?" Charlie piped up, her eyes darting between both parties.
"Fine" Angel uttered through gritted teeth, though he evidently wasn't, to which Charlie clocked and tenderly stroked her friend's arm. Suddenly, Alastor's stomach emitted a deep, ravenous growl that caught both Charlie and Angel's attention.
"Oh! Excuse me! With all the excitement this morning I didn't have a moment to spare to prepare myself some breakfast" The radio demon stood, hand pressed against his abdomen.
"There's your motive!" Angel mockingly called out, sneering at Alastor.
"Angel please, let's just drop it now. It's over and Alastor has said he will leave Fat Nuggets alone." Charlie attempted to quell the rising flames of the altercation.
"Quite. Now, I'm off to make some Jambalaya. Who wants some?" Alastor brushed off Angel's remark, waltzing off without waiting for a response.
"Fucking asshole..." Angel flounced over to the bar, demanding Husker fix him a drink using his usual barrage of dirty talk.