Gamer Boi

Part 12: Connections

Angel was hookin for a few days to make up for 'lost time', as Val puts it. Cree was texting him here and there, obviously worried about him. He couldn't say much to him about the situation, also he didn't want Cree to worry about him too much, it was kind of embarrassing if he was honest. The contract he had with Val brought nothing but hurt and anger in his life and he was too embarrassed to talk about how quickly he had signed the contract. He simply hated talking about it in Charlie's therapy sessions. 

He waited calmly by the curb, hidden in the alley, waiting for the next client to drive up and pull him into their car. He felt his phone vibrate and looked at another message sent by his crush.

C: hope you can come over soon, I miss you

Angel felt his heart clench. He knew that Cree saw him as a friend but he couldn't help but wish for more than that. It was kind of funny. The guy he was paid to bang he never banged, not once. Most they did was sleep in a bed together. Cree was just kind of oblivious to sexual advances, didn't get the hints he left everywhere. Normally he would call people like that a tease and push him away, but he could never with Cree.

A: I miss you too ;P

He smiled after looking at the next text.

C: Where are you? I'm so damn bored... (U^U) I finished my new song

A: I can't tell you, it's a secret. Also I want to hear it  :P

C: But I'm supposed to know all your secrets, I'm your best friend :(

A: Ah, I want to tell you but I'm working, sorry bb

Angel was such a simp... 

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Alastor was walking around the border of the broken down building, wandering around on the sidewalk. He had enough information from snooping to know the boundaries of this place, with his shadow skirting away from the painful force-field. He kept his razor-sharp smile tight as he walked past the edge, signaling his shadow to stay on the other side. He would pay this mystery man a visit. A peaceful encounter if he could help it. He looked at all the odd broken statues fallen over in the yard, with black grass and broken cobblestone everywhere. It looked near the same as when this extermination happened, as Alastor recounted the memories.

He walked boldly to the door and knocked on the dark wood. It was still a beautiful masterpiece, despite the rough exterior of the broken outside. He awaited an answer but received none. He smiled to himself and used his sharp hearing to listen in to hear any people moving around. He heard nothing. He tapped his foot impatiently before beginning to knock again. The door opened suddenly, his hand raised. He looked down to see a small, older imp standing at the door. 

"Oh, good morning my fine fellow, are you the owner of this fine establishment?" Alastor asked smoothly.

"Of course not sir, do you have business with my master?" He asks peering at the radio demon with no fear in the slightest. 

"I have not set an appointment, no, however I'm sure this Clyde McKinney knows an old foe of mine," He gave a devious smile and the imp widened his eyes, before pulling him in the house.

"How do you know that name?" He whispered harshly while staring the demon down.

They heard a slow clap behind them. 

Cree came out and smiled at both of them.

"Bravo! You figured me out! Now, you must be Alastor, the Radio Demon...It's a pleasure to meet you," Cree smiled widely at the company.