Could you pretty please do a part two to the Alastor x insane child reader? It was soo much fun! I loved it! Of course you don’t have to, no pressure, but I would love it soooooo much if you did!
This may be my longest break yet!!
ALASTOR X INSAINE!GN!CHILD!READER
Three days after Alastor found them in that alley, the Hazbin Hotel was already regretting letting this child inside. Vaggie was first. “Why—WHY is there a severed arm in the cereal box?!” she shrieked from the kitchen. Charlie scrambled after her. “Maybe it’s—maybe it’s a misunderstanding?” Y/N leaned over the counter, swinging their legs, chewing on a cookie they’ve definitely stolen. “He wouldn’t stop talking, so I took the part that talked the most.”
“That’s the mouth,” Angel Dust muttered while rolling his eyes. “Yeah, well, I missed.” Y/N snapped back. Suddenly Alastor appeared behind everyone in a burst of radio static, cane tapping. “Let the child have their fun, my dear sinners! Breakfast surprises keep things exciting.”
“THIS IS NOT A KIND OF EXCITING WE WANT!” Vaggie snapped.
Angel Dust pointed at them with a lopsided grin. “Kid’s got spirit, I’ll give ’em that.” Suddenly the toaster beside Y/N began to smoke. Y/N had shoved the other severed arm in there too, just to see what would happen.
It caught fire. Charlie screamed. Vaggie scrambled for the fire extinguisher. Alastor applauded. “My, my, you’re full of surprises.” His eyes gleamed crimson. “But let’s channel that talent of yours into something… productive.”
Y/N perked at that. “Like what?” He took their shoulder, guiding them toward the lobby. “A learning experience. A field trip, if you will.”
“Is it violent?”
“One can hope!”
The hotel was still in chaos behind them smoke, shouting, Angel Dust cursing…but Y/N and Alastor slipped out the front doors like it was the most ordinary morning in Hell.
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( SMALL TIME SKIP:D )
Alastor noticed instantly.
He was in the lobby, polishing his cane, pretending to tolerate Angel Dust and Husk bickering in the background, when the silence hit him. Not real silence Hell never offered that anyways, but the absence of Y/N’s noise.
Their humming.
Their footsteps.
Their little murder attempts.
Gone.
His smile twitched, tiny and sharp.
“Has anyone seen our little hellspawn today?” he asked lightly.
Charlie perked up. “They’re not in the kitchen. Or the roof.”
Angel Dust took a drag. “Either the kid’s napping… or they wandered off. Again.”
Alastor’s radio crackled faintly. Not loud. Not angry.
But dangerous.
“One does not simply wander away from me,” he murmured.
The shadows curled around his ankles in agreement.
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Outside the hotel, the city stretched like a broken labyrinth, neon signs flickering over sinners.
Alastor didn’t rush, he never rushed. But the ground darkened beneath each step, as if Hell itself pointed the way.
He found Y/N in a district he found distasteful. Modern. Artificial. and sure enough the Vees had them. “Where’d you crawl out of, huh?” Velvette said, more amused than impressed. “You’re a mess, but… a watchable mess.” She nudged their chin up for the drone, her tone flat, bored, like this was all just content to her.
“Stay still. I’m checking your angles.”
Voxtagram flashed blue as Vox stepped forward. His screen face flickered with the idea of great opportunity. “And you’re sure this one isn’t a plant from the old radio fossil?” The third of the trio, Valentino, crouched to eye-level, smirk dripping like poison. “Hey sweetheart, you lost? Or you runnin’ from someone?”
Y/N shrugged, chewing a piece of gum they’d stolen previously from Angel Dust’s bag. “I was bored.”
Vox , after a quick glance crossed his arms. “We could use a kid like this. Wild energy. No moral compass. Good for our ratings.”
They tilted their head. “What’s a rating?”
Valentino laughed. “You’ll learn, baby.”
Suddenly static snapped through the air like a whip.
Every screen on the street glitched.
Vox’s face warped.
Velvette’s drones crashed to the pavement.
Valentino’s cigarette burned out immediately.
And Alastor’s voice slid through the speakers, velvet over metal. “Good afternoon, Vees.” He stepped into view, cane tapping, smile carved into his face like a permanent crescent. Vox stiffened. Valentino muttered, “Just great…”
Velvette grabbed them by the shoulders. “We’re babysitting!” Alastor’s grin widened. “Indeed you are. Though I must say, your choice of entertainment is lacking. You’ve picked up something that does not belong to you.”
Y/N waved. “Hi!”
His tone sharpened polite yet terrifying. “Come here, little one.” But they… didn’t move. Y/N looked between him and the Vees, mischievous eyes glinting like broken glass. “I wanted to see …stuff,” they said simply. “And they’re fun.”
Vox smirked. “Hear that, old-timer?”
Alastor’s shadow stretched far behind him, swallowing neon, swallowing light, swallowing confidence. “Fun,” he repeated softly. “Is subjective.” Vox stepped forward. “We didn’t steal your kid.”
“Child,” Alastor corrected. “And no you didn’t steal them.”
The static deepened.
Red eyes burned.
His cane tapped.
“You made the mistake of entertaining them.” Velvette squinted. “Why do you care? This gremlin isn’t yours.” Alastor’s smile didn’t change, but something ancient and murderous slid beneath it. “I care,” he said, “because I get terribly tempted to clean up a mess when i see one,” The static thickened. He tilted his head, smile carved in place. “and you, Vox, have always been a very…easy mess to clean.”
Vox’s screen buzzed. “You threatening me?”
“Certainly not.”
His grin glowed crimson.
“I’m promising you.”
This time he extended his hand toward Y/N not gentle or coaxing, not even fatherly.
Just command. “Come, little brute.” And this time, Y/N obeyed. They skipped over and grabbed his coat, the Vees watching with a strange mix of frustration, relief, and fear. Alastor tipped his hat. “Good day, folks! Try not to touch anything that isn’t yours.” As he led them away, they piped up, “They smelled a little funny.” He chuckled. “Most things do.” After a small pause Y/N speaks up again “Are you mad I ran away?” “Not mad,” he said, voice low. “Merely reminded.”
“Of what?”
He glanced down at them, grin razor-sharp. “That even tiny storms can drift as predictable as it is and must be guided back.” Y/N beamed. “Are you gonna teach me more stuff now?” “Most certainly,” he purred. “But next time you wander off…”
His radio crackled.
“…you won’t get far before I fetch you.”
And with that, Alastor walked them back to the hotel Though Y/N didn’t see the way Alastor’s smile shifted once they weren’t looking.dNot softer. Not warmer. Just a little more dangerous. They were chaos. And chaos, properly tuned, was a symphony he intended to conduct.
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To my surprise i really enjoyed writing Valentino so i might write something else for him as well😼😼 REQUESTS ARE ALWAYSSSS OPEN !!!
