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The coming dawn bathed the Hazbin Hotel in Hell's artificial sunlight, causing the night's shadows to retreat. As the light filtered into a certain room frogs began to croak within the partial swamp, causing it to become alive. Hidden within the center of it standing upright is none other than the overlord, Alastor. His deer like ears twitch as they pick up on the swamp's morning serenade and his crossed crimson eyes begin to refocus as he awakens. A static filled yawn escapes his mouth and a sickening crack echoes through the marsh as he stretches his back.
"Ah! Ohh, that feels better." he groans.
He stretches the rest of his body, causing his crimson deer like hooves to dig into the soft, moist grass beneath him. He gains the attention of a few baby alligators that come up to him, squeaking.
"Mornin', little ones." he coos, his usual smile turning soft for just a second. His voice is quieter than usual and carries his Louisianan accent without the filtered radio affect.
After a final stretch, he starts heading out of his firefly covered swamp and into the normal part of his hotel room but just as he's about to reach for the handle, a soft, rapid knocking at his door catches his attention.
"Who could that be so early?" he wonders out loud, approaching the door.
Upon opening it, he's met by his small cyclops worker, Niffty.
"Good morning, Alastor!" she chirps, her smile wide.
"Good morning, Niffty. What brings you to my room at this hour?" he asks, his radio filtered voice now in place of his accent.
"I have something for you." she says, holding out a small bag.
Alastor raises an eyebrow and leans down to take the bag.
"It's a toothbrush and toothpaste." she says, clapping her hands together.
"Oh, how.... thoughtful. I already have such things, though." he says, his smile twitching subtly.
"Not like this. This toothbrush cleans your tongue, too. And the toothpaste is a special formula for sensitive teeth like your's." she chirps.
"Oh, that's nice. Thank you, Niffty. I'll go.... try them out now." he says, his ears tilting back just a little.
"Yay! Enjoy!" she cheers, zipping away.
With that, Alastor closes his door and heads into his bathroom to begin his morning routine. His smile twitches as he takes out the new toothbrush first. It's black with red accents and the bristles are soft to the touch. Next he inspects the new toothpaste. It's a small white tube that reads 'Sinsedent' on it in red letters along with the flavor smooth mint underneath it. He sighs and looks at the instructions.
"Squeeze pea sized drop onto wet bristles and brush for exactly two minutes." he reads out loud.
He opens the tube and brings it to his face. The strong scent causes his nose to wrinkle.
"Let's get this over with." he groans.
Grabbing his toothbrush, he puts a drop of the toothpaste on it. The smell causes his nose to wrinkle once more as he brings it up to his mouth. He takes a breath then presses it against his front teeth. Within seconds, his crimson eyes water and his deer like ears snap against his head. His smile sharpens and twitches.
"Ahh! Burning! Tingling!" he screeches.
He quickly removes the offending item from his mouth and glares at it.
"You vile thing! You dare burn the Radio Demon?" he sneers, his static crackling.
The toothbrush remains silent, clutched within his clawed hand.
"Round two." Alastor huffs, preparing to bring it back to his mouth.
As he does so his smile sharpens once more but he forces himself to keep it there. After a few seconds, he starts to move the toothbrush against his sharp, yellowish teeth almost mechanically. The sensation from the bristles feels scratchy and itchy, causing his smile to twitch. He narrows his eyes in determination as he continues. After what feels like an eternity, he finishes his front teeth.
"Gah! I really hate this." he thinks to himself.
Just as he starts to think it can't get any worse, he maneuvers his toothbrush to start on his back teeth next. His eyes widen and his ears snap back against his head once more.
"Hahh...." he almost screams, his static crackling as his body freezes.
"How is the burning and tingling worse here?!" he thinks to himself.
He gives himself a moment to adjust to the more intense sensations then starts moving his toothbrush back and forth mechanically. This causes the bristles to tickle his throat and trigger his gag reflex. His smile twitches and his ears flick back and forth as he perseveres but a sudden inhalation of the toothpaste causes him to jerk the toothbrush out of his mouth.
"Gah!" he chokes.
Gripping the sides of the sink, he coughs and sputters, causing the horrid foam to exit his mouth. He heaves slightly as the taste on his throat brings on a split second feeling of nausea. He gags only to cough up more of the minty foam and a few bristles from his toothbrush. His smile twitches at the realization that his sharp teeth cut the bristles off most likely.
A slight growl escapes him as he grips the toothbrush again and prepares to clean the final thing.... his tongue. He lets out a groan then touches the back of the toothbrush to the sensitive organ only to jerk it out seconds later as if it shocked him. He taps his clawed fingers against the sink rhythmically for a bit in an effort to calm himself.
"Okay. I can do this. I'm almost finished." he says, trying to encourage himself.
A moment later he tries again. This time he forces himself to scrub his tongue, his movements still mechanical but a little more gentle. Tears prick at his eyes as the bumpy, rubber ridges scrape against his sensitive tongue, causing the split second of nausea to return. He gags then picks up the pace a bit, finishing within a few seconds and setting his toothbrush in a small glass on the sink. He quickly cups his hands and brings water into his mouth to rinse the awful foam out, wanting to rid himself of it's overwhelming tingling and burning as soon as possible.
As he lifts his head his reflection causes him to flinch. His eyes look almost tired and his deer like ears are sideways and practically pinned down. What's worse is that his ever present smile has become almost as non-existent as it can, dripping water down his neck and onto his red striped nightclothes. His grip on the sink tightens as he takes it in and tremors begin to rack through his body.
"Get a grip, Alastor." he growls, gritting his teeth.
He sucks in a few shaky breaths then swallows before trying to force his usual smile. When his smile refuses to cooperate he grips the sink even tighter until his knuckles become pale.
"No! You will stay." he growls once more.
He uses his claws like fingers to force his smile's edges up to his eyes. A growl of frustration rips through his throat as it falls again seconds later.
"Stay!" he commands, glaring at his reflection.
The mirror reflects him with his sharp teeth bared, his eyes more radio dial like and his small antlers growing in size just a bit. After a few minutes, he allows himself to revert back.
"That's more like it." he huffs, his smile twitching but remaining in place.
He snaps his fingers, causing his magic to change his pajamas into his usual attire consisting of a red pinstriped suit, dress pants and his special shoes. Humming, he begins to run his claw like fingers through his crimson hair, fixing his bed head. Once pleased with his appearance, he snaps his fingers, summoning his microphone staff and with a final glare directed at his toothbrush and toothpaste he exits the bathroom, ready to face the rest of the day.