The Boy Next Door

Dominant

!TW! Slight violence, mentions of trauma

Alastor sat peacefully writing at his desk. He could hear light static in his head but did his best to ignore it. Suddenly feeling a chill rack up his spine. The brunette glared at the pen that the chill had caused him to chuck at the ground, hands clenching into fists. "For god sakes! What the hell is wrong with you?!" He yelled. The entity appeared behind him. "Alastor, we need to use your body for a minute." Alastor glared at his it. "Not while Anthony is here, you are going to scare him." The shadow scoffed, putting its hands on his shoulders. "He's seen us before. He can handle it. Besides, we wanna have fun with him too." The brunette quickly turned around to look at it. "If you hurt him, it's back to that void for the rest of eternity." "No no! We don't want to hurt him. You love him...who's to say we don't." Alastor narrowed his eyes at the being. "Don't get any ideas there." It merely shrugged. "So as we were saying, your body-" "The answer was no." He quickly cut it off. "We weren't asking Alastor. More warning you." Alastor quickly stood up. "No. You listen to me. You don't get to make these decisions! I do. I'm in charge here." The entity glared at him. "You aren't being very efficient. Besides, we are going to have you ready whether you like it or not." It disappeared into static before Alastor could get a word in. "I- you...don't start this again!" Feeling a pair of cold hands on his shoulders he quickly pulled back. "No!" The shadow crossed its arms. "Hold still." "Don't!"

Anthony sat on the couch listening to Elisabeth interrogate him for a good half an hour, before hearing a loud crash from above them. Both of them looking up. "Alastor! What the devil are you doing up there?!" Elisabeth called loudly. No answer, but instead met with muffled yelling. "Uh... we should go see what's goin on." Anthony said, quickly getting up. Elisabeth pushed him to sit down again. "No. You stay here, I still want my answers. I'll go." She said, more stated. Anthony rolled his eye as she walked away.

Elisabeth climbed the steps and knocked on his door, before opening it. "Alastor are you alright?" She asked. Eyes falling on the brunette laying on his back, his chair knocked over beside him and the ink he was using spilled. He didn't respond, only heavy breathing. "Aly?" He slowly say himself up, shaking his head. "Yes. I-

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fine." Elisabeth watched him nervously. "What happened up here?" The brunette cleared his throat. "The shadow and I had a-

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Disagreement." Cupping his cheek, his skin was cold to the touch. "Alastor, you're as cold as death. What's going on with your voice?" Alastor's eyes rolled back momentarily before snapping back to normal. "Yes, we are still fighting just-"
Suddenly he just cut off, a very loud static filling the room, so much so that Elisabeth had to cover her ears. Alastor shook his head, hitting his forehead a few times. "Just in my own mind right now. Sorry, I know it's confusing." Elisabeth looked him in the eye. "You're not going to get hurt are you?" She asked. Alastor thought for a minute, he didn't want to worry her, but he also didn't want to lie. "Who's to say? If I refer to myself as more than one person, it won the fight. There you go! Hit it with the skillet or whatever you said. Actually don't that, this is still my body. What am I saying? What are you making me say?!" Elisabeth wasn't sure who the last part was directed at, but assumed he was referring to the shadow.