yeah, the reason it says part 1 is because with the whole plot (it's an amazing plot don't worry ^w^), it may need multiple parts, just to clear up some confusion :>
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"Alright, class- today's project is to research serial killers from the past! Good luck!" Your professor called.
Freaking collage- you were in your late twenties and STILL stuck in this sinkhole. It isn't exactly bad- it's just that you time-traveling means getting bad grades and 'unexcusable absenses'.
Oh yeah- time traveling. Ever since you were a kid, you were obsessed with the different times, and even came up with your own gadget which you kept for years.
And so you snapped back to reality.
"Hey, I bet that (Y/N) kid is gonna blast their way out of here, what about you?" Some douche whispered to his friend.
"Oh, I bet ten whole bucks they're gonna get an A just from having an interview with whoever the heck they choose." The friend replied.
"Pft, what a delusional know-it-all." The douche laughed.
You just rolled your eyes and rolled out of the classroom. As soon as you were out back, you started reading. None of the killers really interested you- except for one.
His name was Alastor, and he had brown hair, small glasses, and a rather luxious outfit. He worked as a radio host, and was known for keeping a large smile on his face. He was in his early 30s before he died. Apparently, he used his charm to lure victims- well, no wonder? He looked kind of hot.
This was the murderer you chose. This one.
You opened your gadget, which revealed a screen. You typed in '1933', and as soon as you hit 'enter', a portal opened.
You took a deep breath, and hopped in, everything in hand.
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As soon as you entered the world, things looked... interesting. Such outfits that were now considered "vintage", the restaurants you knew in love looking like a whole new thing. You checked your phone- the wifi wasn't working, so you just put it in your pocket.
People gave you odd looks, but otherwise continued with their day. That was when you heard a radio starting and people crowding around it, so you simply followed them.
There he was- Alastor, doing his usual duties. Some people laughed, some people rolled their eyes, but others stood there in fear.
You just stared at him in awe. Oh no, he was hot.
Eventually, the podcast ended as soon as it started, and people sighed in relief. But you- you wanted to know more. It may have been a dumb choice, but you decided to meet him in the back.
You quietly stepped into the back, where Al was seen cleaning what was seemingly blood off his coat. You took a deep breath and walked on over.
"Excuse me, Al?"
He flinched in surprise. "Oh! Why, greetings young... child?" he asked, raising a brow.
"I'm in my late twenties." You corrected.
"Oh, my fairest apologies! Murder can mess up the brain, couldn't it?" He sighed.
"I mean, I don't understand how you are so comfortable sharing your murderous fantasies, but pop off, my leigue." You shrugged.
He just stood there in confusion before awkwardly chuckling. "...What?"
"How don't you know- oh right, old times. You see, Al, I'm telling you to go crazy." You explained.
"Darling, I thank you for the clear up, but what you are using is AAVE, assuming you don't know." He trailed off.
"No, I actually don't. What's that?" You asked.
"It's what you just used." He reminded.
"No, I mean- where did it come from?" You asked once more.
"That idea is debatable, but the way I see it, the pitiful little things called slaves had to create a new way to communicate, considering their masters couldn't bother teaching them proper english. Why, I almost feel bad for them." He answered.
You were shocked. How come nobody taught you this?!
"Oh dear, I forgot to introduce myself! The name's Alastor, he greatest radio host of all time! And what about you, my dear?" He asked.
"Oh, i'm (Y/N)." You answered, smiling.
"Wonderful to meet you, sweetheart! You have an... interesting idea of fashion." He backhandedly complemented.
"Oh, this old thing? It's from 2020." You brushed off.
His face lit up. "Questions first- i'll kill you later. What's that?"
You gulped, but explained anyway. "It's a... crazy year. It all started with this thing called COPPA, which everybody forgot about when the corona virus rolled in and wiped out millions. Then Black Lives Matter happened after an officer killed an innocent black man, and things went downhill from there."
"Why, the virus reminds me of something... the Dust Bowel, was it?" Alastor asked.
Your mind immediately flashed to the somewhat graphic videos the history teacher showed you. "Well, I think so."
It was then he cradled his arm around yours, happily walking about. "Goodness, darling! Such stories to tell! Such sights to see! This is going to be very entertaining!"
You just smiled, a slight chuckle excaping your mouth.
He was right- this was going to be entertaining.
YOU ARE READING
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Fanfictionyou know my preferences/scenarios thing? welllll this is that but it takes more effort
