When chaos descended alongside the darkness, Alistair was unbothered. Unlike so many others, he didn't have the need to freak up or wonder about what the fuck was happening. Those things were beyond his control, and it was pointless to try to make sense of things. At least, for the time being. But as the destruction grew and the bodies piling up continued, as the heroes - and some villains - fought side by side to contain that threat, Smoke saw it as an opportunity. A little experience of his own. If he could lure civilians and heroes to the monsters, they would have no other option but to fight for their lives. If civilians died - oh well - but his main goal was to thin the number of heroes and monsters around the city. Force them into direct confrontation. Why get his own hands dirty when someone else could definitely do it for him?
So, throughout most of the time, Alistair lingered in dark corners - switching to his smoke form when the monsters get too close or when he needed to get someone out of their hiding place. All he needed to do was fill a room with smoke. People would freak out and race outside thinking it was a fire and the monstrosities outside would do the rest. The only downside of this lovely plan was him seeing Gossamer and Papyrus actually helping people rather than leading them to their doom⦠but he would have a chat with Hive once the time came. Before that? There was still so much chaos to bring to people. So many more fights to instigate, so many more people to cull.
When he heard someone screaming, Alistair arched an eyebrow and wondered who would be idiotic enough to scream when there were literal monsters pouncing on everything that moved. Hey, if they wanted to die quickly - that was their prerogative. But for the time being, he would definitely approach. Definitely keep his worried politician act for a while longer, figure out how many people were aroundβ¦ and then lead them all to their inevitable doom. "Are ye' alright?" Alistair poked his head from a street corner, pulling his best impression of a scared and concerned citizen. "Are ye' hurt? Been hidin' from those things in a basement." Alistair crouched by the other guy's side, quickly checking if the one screaming was injured rather than pay attention to the one bleeding on the floor. "If ye' stay 'ere, those things will find ye'." His gaze rests on the pale man on the ground, clearly injured by the monsters. "I don' think he's goin' to make it, luv. Yer' willin' to risk yer' own safety for someone who is almost dead? I feel sorry for him butβ¦"
