Time Warp (Alastor x OC)

Ch 15

A new artwork approacheth.

Something I love about his redesign is the absolute shark smile she gave him, he just looks like he's up to something.

Fawn's POV

A rough sigh forced past my lips as I fiddled with the open radio. When I woke up this morning, I decided now that things have finally cooled down, I should probably start actually trying to return to my time.

"Stupid...fucking..." I was grumbling angrily as I used these tools to fiddle with the inside of the radio.

Alastor had actually sat me down at the kitchen table, opening the back of the radio for me before he had to go get ready for work. He explained briefly how to use the tools, but took the sharper ones and said he didn't want me to poke myself on accident.

That was about an hour and half ago, and I've made relatively zero progress in my mission to deconstruct this device.

My eye twitched as I stared at the culmination of wires that mocked me from their cozy noise box.

Finally, after a few more frustrating attempts to make something happen with no avail, I growled and slammed the tool I was using down onto the table.

Leaning close to the radio, I narrowed my eyes.

"I will kill you." I seethed at the device, and then my eyes widened when I heard an amused chuckle.

Looking up, I saw Alastor standing in the doorway, fixing his coat.

He had a little grin on his face and cocked his eyebrow at me, taking a few steps closer to peer into my progress...or lack thereof.

"No success yet, darling?" He asked me, his tone mocking my pain.

Shooting him a quick glare, my lips formed into a pout and I let my shoulders slump in defeat.

He hummed, and gathered the tools and the radio, sitting down next to me before he pushed his glasses up on his nose a bit more.

"Let's take a look, hm?" He said, his tone losing its condescending edge. My pout relaxed and I lifted my eyes to him.

"Don't you have to go to work?" I questioned, and he looked at me a moment.

"I do, yes, but I figure I can drive today...it will help save a bit of time," he explained, and I simply shifted my gaze to the radio, watching as he expertly poked around inside.

With ease, he picked it apart and set the pieces neatly to the side.

After he was finished, he swept his hand over it with a big smile.

"Voila!" He expressed happily, and I stared at the radio's skeleton laid out before me.

In all reality, I have no godamn clue how this would even begin to help, but I have to start somewhere. If an electrical device got me here, it only makes sense that one would get me back.

Except...I didn't do anything the first time...it just kind of happened.

Sighing, I pushed the box back towards him and frowned.

Suddenly there was a gentle touch to my back, and Alastor's soft voice cut through my thoughts.

"You'll figure it out, dear..." he reassured me, "eventually...but!" His sudden exclamation made me jump, and I looked over at his widely smiling features.

"How about today you come into work with me, hm?" He suggested, and I tilted my head.

"Why?" I asked him, wondering why he would want me there. He had an unfamiliar glimmer in his eye, and he chuckled.