Bottom! Alastor one-shots!

☁️Heathers☁️ StaticLoveTune

Victor Maxwell couldn't help but stare as he watched the most infamous group in Hazbin high school passed him by. Charlie Magne, the typical teachers pet you would expect from the principals daughter and her easily angered girlfriend Vagatha. With them was the typical bottle blonde Anthony, nicknamed Angel Dust off the drug he was know for inhaling behind Charlie's back like it was air. Then there was what the school knew as the big three. Nickie was the only female of the three, an energetic and short red-head with an extreme hatred for dirt. Hank was second in command when it came to the three, he had a drinking and gambling addiction and everyone knew it, but no one could do anything since the black haired guys parents ran the only casino in town and could easily bribe the principal. Then...there was him, the boss himself Alastor. Alastor was a brown haired, tan skin mixed guy with a fake transatlantic accent and some red tinted glasses perched snuggly on his nose and a smile always present on his face. You would think that being the principals daughter that Charlie would hold the most power in the group, but that was far from the truth as Alastor was very persuasive and easily manipulated Charlie.

  Victor couldn't help but be envious of the group who went on many adventures and got into so much trouble but always ending up unscathed, the worst being Alastor receiving another scolding from Vaggie at the end of it all. Meanwhile, here he was, a typical play it safe good boy whose parents raised him to unquestionably follow the will of God. What has that gotten him though? He was sixteen and what did he have to show for it? Friends who treat him like crap, sub-par grades, they were the worst behaved in school and they had everything! So why did he feel like life had conned him from what he truly deserved? Like everything they had should have been his! When he got home that day, he took his bibles and threw it in the trash before promptly setting it ablaze, setting his old self ablaze with it as he had decided. He'd be a teen idle.

First of all, no one got to talk to Alastor without first addressing his "handler" Hank, this should be easy enough, "Hank! I have an offer for you" Victor called out. "The fuck do you want student pres?" Hank scoffs rubbing his tremble, probably having a hangover from drinking to much again. "I'll give you fifty bucks right here and now if you let me talk to Alastor" Victor said with a grin, Hank glaring Victor down before holding out his hand for the payment. Victor happily put the fifty in his hand and followed Hank as he lead the way to Alastor, as predicted of the theater lover, he was in the theater room rehearsing for the next show, Heathers the musical if he remembered right. The theater lover seemed to be having trouble as he would repeat 'darling' or other terms he used in his regular speech at some point in his lines, his singing was perfect though. Victor felt his face heat up as Alastor looked over, eyes looking over Victor's body like he couldn't maintain eye contact for more than a moment.

His face only got redder as Hank held up his hand, Alastor taking it so he can jump down. Alastor was apparently playing the part of Veronica Sawyer, since he was wearing the characters signature blue dress suit and a pencil skirt. Victor would be lying if the way the skirt fluttered when he hopped off the stage didn't get his attention, the way the stockings hugged the Creole man's thighs didn't exactly help. "Well if it isn't the student president! How can I help you Victor darling?" Alastor greets with his usual permanent smile. Victor rubs the back of his neck nervously, his confidence suddenly completely gone as he's suddenly in front of the most popular boy in school-with boys and girls. "I want to join your group!" Victor blurts out suddenly, Hank looking at him wide-eyed and slack jawed and Alastor's eyes were equally wide, but his were in more surprise than complete shock like Hank. "Well...that's certainly interesting, you may! If...you'd be willing to make a deal with me" Alastor grins. He really should have expected this, the southerner loved to make-typically-very shady deals. "What kind of deal...?" Victor asked carefully, looking deep into Alastor's unfocused eyes. "If you can get the part of JD in the musical, I'll be happy to more than happy to welcome you in the group!" Alastor cheers thrusting his arms out to offer his hand. Victor looked down at the others hand for a moment, staring at it for awhile before slowly shaking his hand, "it's a deal".