The feeling of anxiety was a valid reaction to what your plan was. Yes, you've done this loads of times, but that was to other people... this was the Radio Demon! Quietly opening his bedroom door you step in and close the door only slightly so light still streamed in from the halls. Tip toeing to the king sized bed which was much larger than yours, you see a lump under the duvet in the shape of a figure.

"Al," you poke the figure only for you to realise it was too soft to be a demon. Pulling back the covers you see it was just a long pillow.

"You have nerve to come into my room at this time," Spinning to the corner of the room a red light switched on to reveal Alastor in his pyjamas.

"And you're overly dramatic," you mumble, calming your heart beat after the quiet fright.

"What is it you need, my dear?"

"Money, my old phone, a boyfriend, and 3000 bees," He raises a brow at the odd wishes but stands up and summons his microphone.

"Lets make a deal then," he stretches out his hand which glows a bright green. You would have been more intimidated, even though you knew not to take the deal, but the fact he was in his pyjamas just threw you off.

"Don't think so," pushing down his hand he gives an irritated smile.

"So what is it then?"

"Remember how Charlie said the beach was always polluted?" He hums making you continue. "Well... I figured we could clean it up a bit?"

"But why me?"

"Can't you use your voodoo to help?" He places a finger on his chin, a mocking smile plastered on his face while he thinks.

"Why should I help?"

"Because I asked ever so nicely?" You give pleading puppy dog eyes.

"Fair enough," his microphone disappears and he was now in his suit.

"Seriously? Cool!" Running back into your room you changed out of your Pjs and into some beach friendly clothes; meaning your swimsuit under some light clothes.

"Shall we?" He holds out his arm which you hesitantly take.

"From what I've heard, teleportation isn't pleasant,"

"Quite uncomfortable the first time," his grin widens which makes you shrink. In less than a second you felt uneven terrain meaning you were at the beach. Opening your eyes, which you hadn't realised you closed, you scrunch up your face at the trash covered ground. What you thought was sand was actually seaweed mixed with plastic bags.

"That's disgusting,"

"Which is why I tend to avoid the beach down here," Alastor pushes away a fish skeleton with the end of his microphone. You noticed however, the fish skeleton was like the stereotypical cartoon fish bone.

Why am I not surprised that this world goes by cartoon laws?

"Ok, so, the plan is to get rid of all this guck, and hopefully what's in the ocean,"

"And you think cleaning it will stop the littering?" He lets out a mocking laugh making you scowl.

"Obviously it won't that's why..." spinning your bag off your shoulder and to the front, you open it up and let Alastor peer into it. "I'm going to make signs!" He holds in a snicker at the paints and glitter. "Oh shut up,"

"Well, where should we start?" Looking along the coast line of hell you notice abandoned life guard posts.

"Just clean up what you can, I'm going to check out the life guard thingies," Avoiding sludge and questionable things you make your way to the posts and step up the creaky wooden planks. Taking the final step you feel one plank sink in slightly. "Ok, avoid that one," You turn back to see Alastor moving trash into portals. "Where is that going?" You shout at him.

"No where, my dear!"

~~~

"Mr Boss man! Here's your tea," egg boi #82 places a tray of tea and biscuits in front of Sir pentious who was enjoying a good book in his sun room. As another egg boi pours tea to the liking of the serpent a portal opens above the overlord wannabe.

"Oh no!" An egg boi says dramatically. A piece of seaweed lands in Sir Pentious' cup making him hiss.

"What is thisss?!" He drags the 's', looking up to see oncoming trash. After a moment of anticipation from the Egg Bois, their boss finds his way out of the trash.

"You ok, Mr Boss man?"

"I'm fffine," he grumbles.

~~~

You shrug and enter the run down post. Seeing radios and kits which you wouldn't expect from Hell you set up your paints, glitter and markers. As you started the first sign you look up and out the open door to see Alastor passing by, moving his hand from side to side, pushing trash into the portals. He bends down and picks up a dime, flipping and catching it.

Stopping yourself from staring any longer you look back down and trace out the words in black marker.

~~~

Now done with the final sign you rush out of the post and look around for Alastor.

"Woah..." the beach, well, it looked brand new, it was clean, the water too! Though curtesy of hell, the water was red, but it was free of rubbish that never belonged there. "This is perfect, Al!-" suddenly, being the forgetful person you were you stepped on the rickety floorboard. Realising your mistake instantly you accept fate and fall through. Waiting for the sandy embrace, instead you felt cold hands.

"Careful, my dear," opening your eyes you look Alastor in the eyes, a blush creeping up.

"S-Sorry," jumping out his arms he used his voodoo to fix up the life guard hut. Stopping your embarrassed staring fest at the Radio Demon, you sigh. "This looks great by the way,"

"I'm sure it'll look better with your... dandy signs,"

"Laugh all you want but I think they're amazing," tugging him out from under the wood you walk with him up the steps and let him lay eyes on the glittery and colourful signs. Your sense of pride and joy diminishes the moment he let out a laugh.

"Such an effort, folks!" A old timey laughing track plays making you scowl.

"You're mean,"

"Thank you, my dear," grimacing even more you grab the signs and march out. "Don't be like that, Y/n, it was a good effort, but it's just... no one will listen to it!"

"Then what do you suggest, almighty Radio Demon?"

"Something a bit more... threatening!" He does subtle jazz hands and lets his hand glow red. Lightning strikes the signs changing them into dark and blood drenched threats.

Litter and I'll have your organs littered along the streets

- The Radio Demon

If you dump Trash on this beach I will dump your body into a never ending pit of darkness

- The Radio Demon

Rubbish will stay away from the grounds of this coast or I won't be able to say the same about your blood

- The Radio Demon

Disturb the peace of this environment or else you won't live peacefully ever again

- The Radio Demon

Litter and see what happens

- The Radio Demon

Reading over each one you couldn't help but smile at the threats. Of course this will get the denizens of hell to cooperate.

"Ok, fine, you win," he slaps your back making you let out an 'Oof'.

"Wonderful! What is the goal now?"

"Now..." you look up to see the sun up and about. "Now we get everyone here, don't worry I told everyone but Charlie,"

"Shall we?" He holds out his arm.

"Fine..."

~~~

I worked hard on those threats god dammit!!!

- Anna ❤️