• Human Alastor x Reader •

Chapter 1

Ring...
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Ring...
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Ring...
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Ring...
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' The person you are trying to call is unavailable right now, please leave your message after the beep....'

'Beep...'

" Hi mum, Your probably sleeping right now... My flight just landed...and I'm walking into the airport, as we speak- well as I speak...haha..
Anyways...I promise I'll be fine no need to worry about me, I'll try and make friends, no promises though. But what I can do is make the best art piece I've ever made and send it over to you, so you have something to remember me by. Soo yeah... that's it from me.. talk to later? Bye...

She probably won't call back. She never really checks her voicemails, and her texts. She always has her work phone on her, and hardly goes on her social phone...what a bitch...the only reason she needs that phone is to text me to get food for the kitchen or to contact her friends, asking if their free to go out together.
Go get your own food you lazy cow.

Part of me want's to thinks she still cares about me but the other part knows she doesn't care and is neglecting me on purpose. Is it because I fell down the stairs and cracked my head open and had to be rushed to hospital when I was 3, or drank the liquid out of one of those diffusers with the sticks in and had to be rushed to hospital when I was 2, or when I fell out of my high chair when you were doing something you thought was more interesting then looking after me and I had to be rushed to hospital when I was 1. Was it so much effort to look after me that you decide to give up...

Anyway! The reason i'm in America is because, I managed to get into a high standard art school. It feels like yesterday I got my acceptance letter saying I got in. Somewhere in New Orlean I will have an art room/bedroom to myself with no roommate... i'm so glad their was a request to have no roommate. Some people are annoying.

I was walking out of the gate with my art folder and was going to collect my sports bag, with my skateboard in. I hate suitcases, so much effort rolling it around the place... I picked up my bag and walked to where all the cafes and shops are. Geez I didn't know I was that hungry I need food. hmmm... Mcdonald's orr subway.....do I want a 12 inch long sandwich or chicken strips

Well Mcdonald's it is

I strolled in to one of the touch screen order things and selected everything I wanted: 5 chicken selects, large fries, water and cheesy nacho bites. Grabbed my receipt, the number was 42 and sat at a table near where the counter the orders come from. I pull out my phone and airpods and put some music on.
~help herself by bbno$ is the most elite song ever.
I next pull out a piece of paper I was sketching on, on the plane and start finishing off the drawing I was doing, a cracked skull with a upside down cross. After few minutes of drawing I got bored and was starving to death, so for my own entertainment I wrote a 0 next to the 42 on my receipt. Haha, nice...

What if god was watching me while doing that.

Oh god, that would be hilarious, i'm definitely going to hell and probably enjoy it there. Well that could be a good option, going to heaven would be sooo much worse, especially with all of 'you cant be x because of x' or you can't do y because it's not what I believe in. Like shut up, no one cares, go and praise your holy lord in a corner or something.

"Order number 42!!!"

I snap out of my thoughts and come back to reality. Finally! I am sooo hungry. I get up from my seat leaving everything where it is and collect my order. The lady who was serving me looked so miserable, but when I came up to her she put on a fake smile

"Would you like any sauce?"
"Hmmmm... no thank you."
"Alright have a nice day!"
"You too"

Wow...Such bull shit she had in that sentence it's funny. I start walking back to my table, when I see a kid drawing on my piece of paper... Red Alert. Red Alert. A small fetus who can walk, is intruding on the premises of my belongings. I repeat, (Y/N), a small fetus who can walk, is intruding on the premises of my belongings. I speed walk to my table and snatch the paper out of their hands, they look at me and begin tries to snatch it back but I roll it up and brought it up to my chest. Next thing I heard is them crying and screaming saying "GIVE ME BACK MY PAPER. IT'S MINE, I FOUND IT FIRST!!" They continue to cry and scream causing a scene, making me super uncomfortable. I try and calm them down but fail miserably " Shhh... Shhh... please stop screaming...."said effortlessly. "Ummm.... what's going on here!?" I look to where the new voice was said, and it was a middle aged woman with another child by her side.
" Oh thank god, someone who can help me" muttering the last part " umm..are you perhaps the mother of this child?"

"yes, I am, what have you done to make my dear little baby upset."

Ohhh no, I sense a karen in her. Oh fuck, Ok..deal with this in a calm and collective way.

" Oh i'm sorry ma'am but, your child graffitied on my piece of paper I was working on and I didn't want him to ruin my work or add extra doodles on it that aren't mine."I said awkwardly

"Well, you shouldn't of left it out for someone to take to begin with and take more responsibility of your...things." She said, while giving me a dirty look and looking me up and down.

"Ok...Yes I can agree with leaving my things at the table but you should take more responsibility of your kid and where they wonder off to."

"Mumm, I want my piece of paper back! Nowwww!"

Oh god just shut up

"Not right now sweetheart...the 'adults' are talking." She turns back to me. "How rude of you to even say that, where is the manger, I want to speak to them immediately. As I said before my child is far mature then you'll ever be! And what are you even working on? This isn't a art studio"

Geez! Mind your own business... Ok—Calm down (Y/N)...calm down. Deep breathes....anddd fake smile "Rude of me to respond to your statement. I'm so sorry, I thought this was America, freedom of speech is allowed here isn't it?" By this time everyone was watching and some were even filming.

"Go back to your country..." She eyes the piece of paper in my hand and grabs it.

"Hey! Give that back!"

When she unrolls the paper and takes one big stare at it, I was sweating me tits off because I knew what her reaction would be. She looked absolutely mortified. I snatched the paper back and roll it up again. I'm surprised no workers here have noticed and tried and break this up yet.

"You... you..yo- satanist! How dare you disrespect god in such a disgusting way. What would your mother say about this..."

Oh shit she really went there.

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"All hail lucifer, bitch!"

Hello, too all of the people who actually made it this far just want to say thank you for being interested in this book. It will be more interesting as it goes along, this is only the beginning so

~ Stay tuned

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