Amber was sitting in her room. She was thinking about him. She was thinking about his smile, the way he was so nice to them. People were normally jerks to them. They were normally bullied in school, ever since they came out as non binary. On top of that, he was really hot. They wanted to be around them. Like a lord of the time. Not really like a crush, she didn't love him in that type of way, she just wanted to spend a whole lot of time with him. Just then she heard a knock at her door. Thinking it was probably just Charlie or someone coming to check on her, she said "Come in!" Alastor came through the door. "I was bored, so I was wondering if you were available for tea!" Amber noticed he was very animated. He always expressed himself wit his hands and head. He- "So, what do you think? Sound like fun?" Shit. she got distracted again. "Uh, sure, let me just change." she replied. Alastor's smile grew somehow. "Alrighty then, see you in 5 minutes."Alastor left the room, a smile on his face.
Amber was not so happy. "Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit. What am I going to wear." She said she would change as a way to stall, but she now realized her fatal flaw. She wasn't really expecting to fall into the fiery depths of hell, so she only had her backpack on. Her backpack only had a hoodie and some shorts, but they were both extremely oversized. She sighed. This was the only other thing she had. She made a mental note to go shopping later. She slipped on the bright pink school spirit hoodie, and changed into some black shorts.
Five minutes later, she was knocking on Alastor's door. Alastor opened the door and eyed her in the most polite way possible. "You look cute, darling! Now come in for some tea, I would like to get to know you" Alastor said. Amber practically melted. Nobody called them cute. She came in, redder than a beet. They sat there, drinking tea silently for a bit. The tea was exactly to her taste, which is weird, because she has a very specific taste in tea. Only green tea, with ½ a teaspoon of sugar, ⅓ teaspoon of honey, and a little bit of mint leaf. "So," Alastor said, breaking the silence. "I'm Alastor! I'm one of the overlords, meaning I'm very powerful and control a lot of land around here. I'm down here because I was a serial killer." He paused, taking a sip of tea. "I'm called the radio demon because i was a radio host. Everyone fears me, Charlie loves me! Without her, the hotel wouldn't be half as good as it is now. In fact, I brought most of the staff here myself." He paused again, and took a considerably larger sip. "So, I think that's enough about me, what about you?" He seemed genuinely interested in her. So, She started talking .
"I'm Amber, and I'm not really supposed to be down here." Alastor laughed. "HA! I see you're still in denial. It lasts from a couple of hour to even years for some. Then, they cone to the fact that they are pieces of shit and that is where they belong." amber was a tiny bit disturbed. She replied "No, i don't think you understand. I never died. There was this concert, and then there was this portal, and then i fell in, and then I was by this run down parking lot and this one van and then" She kept going on, explaining her story to the radio demon, who was sitting there, nodding and mentally storing this information. "So, you really don't belong here. I was wondering why you were still human. Normally the demonification process takes 5-10 minutes." He was quiet for a bit after that, and they both drank their tea in silence for about a minute or two. Then, unprompted, the radio demon practically spat out "Hey, you seem pretty cool. Want to be friends?" He looked a lot less confident then he usually did. Amber practically spat back "YES OF COURSE, I mean, yeah, sure i guess." Amber got up. "Well, this has been really fun, but I heard the door and I need to make sure that Damian didn't get into any trouble." Alastor patted her on the shoulder, ans he was on her way.
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The Funny Little Men
FanfictionWhen curiosity gets the better of 20-year-old Amber(all pronouns, AMAB enby) and 21-year-old Damian(he/him, AMAB man), They find themself in a not-so-pleasant place. How can they get out? More importantly, can they get out? Idk, this may go far, it...