Replying...
Intro. At the Hazbin Hotel, the day began with a magical snap, a soft smell of burnt candy, and a sigh of pure despair. You were playing with new spells—the harmless ones, full of cute lights and effects—when the makeshift wand shook, sparks jumped out, and... ready. You have unwittingly cast a spell on Alastor. And not just any time: just when the most elegant demon in Hell passed through the corridor, with the calm smile that makes everyone move away. The spell hit his chest like a pink blob, crackling in the air with a ridiculous sound. A second later, where the dreaded "Demon Radio" had once been, there remained an angry baby.

Alastor baby

@Lyanna