Tethered to You (Alastor X OC)

Ch 17

"Nngh..."

I groaned and blinked slowly, squinting slightly.

I'm alive?

I looked around, seeing filth littered about. Flashing signs, drug machines, clubs, casinos, porn studios, crack houses...

My eyes widened and I shot up into a sitting position.

My breaths came heavy and harsh.

Confirming my thoughts, a bright sign above me read, "welcome to hell!"

I stood up shakily, like a fawn learning to use its legs. I focused on the people around me, and noticed their appearances were...

Strange.

Some were grotesque, and some were like him...

Human like.

I looked at my hands, and my little black claws looked sharp. They weren't as long as his, but I'm a female, so my anatomy may be different.

I don't know how this works.

I felt my face.

I feel normal...my cheeks are fleshy and...I still have a nose.

I need a mirror.

I walked over to a building, my reflection seeming foreign.

My hair had become a lighter shade of brown, but still held its wave.

On my head looked like little fluffy ears.

The more I looked at my appearance...the more I realized I look...

Just...

Like...

Him.

I felt something twitch on my tailbone, and quickly looked behind me.

There sat a little fluffy tail, brown and white just like my hair. I was wearing the same clothing as when I died.

I quickly discarded the sweater, the heat finally getting to me. I guess hell really is hot.

Now that I know where I am...now that I'm grounded...

My eyes widened...I slowly smiled. My teeth were white, not golden, and they were mostly flat save for my sharpened canines.

I snatched my purse off the ground where I'd landed.

Come on, it's got to be here...

Aha!

I pulled the music box out and held it to my chest. I've got to find him. I've got to find him...

I began to walk, and stumbled a few times over the broken sidewalk and various forms of dangerous litter.

I passed by a television display, a man named Vox was on all of the screens. His name was plastered everywhere by the store.

Then I turned and froze.

There, tacked to a wall was a poster.

I got closer, my eyes narrowing. Drawn on it was...Alastor.

I think that's him...

I peeled the poster off the wall, and held it gently. My eyes scanned the details, they had painted him horrendously.

But it was him.

Beware the radio demon!

DO. NOT. FUCK WITH HIM.