✡𝘿𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙊𝙛 𝘼𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧 - 𝙎𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙊𝙣𝙚✡

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝒆𝒆𝒔

"Say what now?" Both Charlie and Allison asked, Making them cast a glance to the other before returning their gaze to Alastor.

"Help!" He smiled, "Ha- Hello?!"

He tapped his mic and talked into it.

"Is this thing on? Testing! Testing!"

The mic's eye opened and it yelled out that it had heard Alastor. Allison smiled and poked the cane.

"Uhm.. You want to help.. With..?" Charlie asked, Confused by the man's intentions.

"This ridiculous thing you're trying to do!" He smiled, Patting both girl's on the back. Allison looked at her dad like he was more insane then he actually was, "This hotel! I want to help you run it."

Charlie did a frog blink, "But.." She looked at him strangely, "Why."

"Most likely boredom." Allison commented, Causing everyone to look at her, "I'm Allison."

She shook Charlie's hand.

"Charlie!" She smiled.

"My work has lacked inspiration.. Lacking focus. Now! I've come to find a new form of entertainment!" He said loudly, Pushing Vaggie to the side. Who he was leaning on before.

"Does.. Getting into a fist fight with a reporter count as entertainment..?" Charlie asked, Smiling.

"Oh, The highest form!"

Allison listened to her father ramble on, Smiling at his tactics. She always knew he could be very expressive with his words, This was one of those times.

"I want to watch the scum of the world struggle to climb the steps of redemption only to repeatedly trip and tumble down.." The radio demon's radio voice came, Making Allison raise a brow, "To the firey pit of failure.."

"We'd be delighted to stay with you, Miss Charlotte." Allison interrupted her father.

"Oh- Well that's great!" Charlie said excitedly.

As the two carried on, Allison overheard Angel and Vaggie discussing her father. She frowned at the theatrics.

She didn't know how to react to this type of information, Especially since she'd heard it told millions of times.. She was scared of her dad.. Even though she shouldn't be.

Allison saw Charlie be pulled away from them, Making her frown.
This gave her a chance to talk to Alastor, She waved in front of her father's face. He did a small frog blink before returning his attention to his daughter.

"Yes, My dear?"

"Father, When exactly are we leaving?"

"Leaving? Why in heaven would we do that?"

Allison looked Alastor deep in the eyes, Confused. She always thought her dad just made a deal and left the scene.. Why was he sticking around.

".. Father.. I would like to return home."

"No. We are staying here, Cherí."

"Father this is not fair!" She hissed. Eyes narrowed.

"Fair? Why do you assume you have any control over what is fair and what is not? You are under my control." He said firmly.

"I'd rather eat my own arm."

"𝙒𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙩!" Alastor's voice glitches as the two engage in a power struggle stuffed into a staring contest.