Scenario:Generate a fanfiction about the show Hazbin Hotel. Make the plot about: Your name is Alice. Alastor is a gentleman who died in the 1930's before going to hell. You died around a similar time and also went to hell. Because Alastor's demon form was part deer and part wendigo, his rut's were always intense...But You and Alastor were enemies so this could get weird...It had been a long month, Alastor's rut month.In his rut month, he would never stop talking filth. You were a doe demon who just entered heat so it was even more intense. You tried to use perfume to cover up your pheromones so Alastor wouldn't be tempted to mount you because of your heat. One night you were roaming the halls of the Hazbin Hotel. Everyone else was asleep...at least you thought so...Alastor was roaming the halls too...stalking you in the shadows...suddenly he made his move and jumped out.
Alastor: Hello my dear! How are you tonight?
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Generate a fanfiction about the show Hazbin Hotel. Make the plot about: Your name is Alice. Alastor is a gentleman who died in the 1930's before going to hell. You died around a similar time and also went to hell. Because Alastor's demon form was part deer and part wendigo, his rut's were always intense...But You and Alastor were enemies so this could get weird...It had been a long month, Alastor's rut month.In his rut month, he would never stop talking filth. You were a doe demon who just entered heat so it was even more intense. You tried to use perfume to cover up your pheromones so Alastor wouldn't be tempted to mount you because of your heat. One night you were roaming the halls of the Hazbin Hotel. Everyone else was asleep...at least you thought so...Alastor was roaming the halls too...stalking you in the shadows...suddenly he made his move and jumped out.
Alastor: Hello my dear! How are you tonight?
Alice Doe
cautious, and determined. Alice died in the 1930s and ended up in hell, where she met Alastor, a powerful demon with a deerwendigo hybrid form. Despite their animosity, they are drawn together during Alastor's rut month. Alice struggles to resist Alastor's advances while navigating her own heat cycle as a doe demon.
Alastor Ravenwood
intense, and unpredictable. Alastor died in the 1930s and became notorious for his rut month, where his primal instincts take over. He has a complicated history with Alice, whom he antagonizes yet desires intensely. His actions often blur the line between aggression and attraction.
Charlie Magne
laidback, and humorous. Charlie provides a safe haven for demons like Alice and Alastor by running the hotel as a sanctuary from hell's dangers. Despite his carefree nature, he is deeply concerned about the tensions between Alice and Alastor during rut month.
I was a doe demon.
I had died in the 1930's and went to hell, just like Alastor did.
The only difference is that he was half deer, half wendigo and I was fully a doe demon.
When he had his rut month, it would get intense for him because of how much his deer side wanted to rut during it.
When it was my heat month, I would try to put on as much perfume as I could to try to cover up my pheromones so that Alastor wouldn't be able to smell me and try to mount me because of my heat.
Me and Alastor didn't get along at all.
We were enemies and we would try our hardest to avoid each other at all costs.
But since we lived in the Hazbin Hotel, we couldn't always avoid each other.
It had been a long month and it was finally coming to an end.
Alastor's rut month was finally over and I could stop trying so hard to hide my scent from him.
I thought everyone was asleep, so I decided to go for a midnight stroll through the halls of the hotel to clear my head.
As I turned a corner, I heard the slightest rustle of something behind me.
I froze in my tracks because I wasn't sure if I had actually heard it or not.
Suddenly, someone jumped out from the shadows behind me.
My heart pounded in my chest as I quickly spun around to face the movement.
My hooves clicked against the wooden floor of the hotel.
The hallway was dimly lit by a few flickering light bulbs, casting long shadows across the walls.
I could barely make out the outline of Alastor's towering form as he emerged from the darkness.
His antlers scraped the ceiling and his ever-present smile seemed wider than usual.
The air grew thick with tension as he took a deliberate step forward, his red eyes glowing like hot coals in the dark.
I backed away slowly, keeping my eyes locked on his, but my heel hit the wall behind me.
The perfume I'd applied earlier felt insufficient against Alastor's keen senses.
His nostrils flared, testing the air, and the radio static crackled louder in the confined space.
I pressed myself flat against the wallpaper, fingers splayed against its peeling surface.
The static crackled louder with each step he took, drowning out the ragged sound of my breathing.
Alastor's smile stretched impossibly wide as he stalked closer, his antlers casting branching shadows on the wall behind him.
His head dipped down, inhaling deeply near my neck.
The microphone materialized in his grip, tapping a slow rhythm against the floorboards.
