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Al slowly stepped off of your tail. You just laid there on the floor, still crying.

"Get out." Angel faced Alastor and pointed to the door. Al opened his mouth, but teleported off before saying anything.

"Y/n, are you okay?"

"Why would I be?" You sniffed, covering your face with your hands.

Angel got you up and sat you on his bed. You curled your knees up to your chin.

"He better learn to fucking listen to you after this." Angel crossed his arms. He softened after a moment. "I hope you feel better." He rubbed your back. You held back a wince as he rubbed over what would soon be a bruise. You stood up wordlessly, and opened his door.

"Where are you going?" Angel asked, clearly worried about you.

"M'room." You murmured, wiping your tears.
You left Angel's room before he could stop you. You walked slowly back to your room. When you opened the door, you saw Alastor, holding Swan in his hands. You took a large step, about to break into a small sprint, but you teleported in front of him.
He stared at you, wanting to praise you, but didn't. You ripped Swan out of his hands and ran off. Your phone buzzed in your pocket.

You reached a room on the main floor with large windows, a few TVs, and multiple chairs. You sat down on a chair and cradled Swan in your lap. You were crying again. Alastor teleported in front of you. You brought Swan closer to you and started breathing heavy.

"I wasn't going to hurt him dear." Al sat in a seat beside you. "I just heard him whining."

You looked down at Swan, but didn't say anything back.

Alastor leaned over and reached for your tail. He knew it hurt. You swished it quickly away, and wrapped it around you. You winced, the sudden motion making it hurt worse.

Al turned away, unsure of what to do. He felt rotten. He stood up and walked out of the room, leaving you alone. You cuddled Swan, trying to cope with everything that had just happened. At least they were okay.
You checked your phone.

Angel: You okay, I heard running again.

Y/n: yeah.