Time Warp (Alastor x OC)

Ch 41

My baby Fawn. This is something you'd catch her wearing in the time she came from.

Fawn's POV

I stepped out of the shower, steam pooling out after me. A content sigh left my lungs as I grabbed a towel.

I feel a little bit better after that, the water and overall relaxation aiding in calming my nerves.

Using the towel, I squeezed some of the water out of my hair before wrapping that same towel around my body.

From there I did the usual routine, brush hair, brush teeth, the whole nightly shabang.

After all of that, I figured by now Alastor would be back. He did say it shouldn't take too long, and my shower had to have lasted at least forty minutes on its own.

So, when I exited the bathroom to see a still empty bedroom, I was slightly surprised.

A little disappointed as well. I had hyped myself up in the shower, ready to have this chat with him. He seemed genuinely interested in hearing about what had me upset.

Shrugging to myself, I began to hum softly to myself as I went to pick out my night clothes.

Thumbing through my options, I stopped at a silken red pair that had white trim around the collar.

"Ooo..." I expressed my interest out loud, feeling the material under my fingers.

So soft.

Mine.

In no time at all I slipped the clothing over my body, enjoying the softness of the silk against my freshly showered skin.

Glancing at the door, I huffed slightly.

"Hurry it up, psycho..." I grumbled, just wanting him up here so we can lay down and talk.

But even my disgruntled words couldn't summon him from the depths of whatever torture chamber he keeps below his house.

Maybe he's making dinner...?

At that thought I perked up. That's probably it.

Exiting the room, I made my way towards the stairs. Then I passed a familiar door.

Secured tightly with an abundance of locks.

My steps ceased slowly, my eyes lingering on this door.

What does he keep in there...?

Curiosity bit at the back of my brain. When I'd first seen this door, I was scared of whatever may be in there, but now I'm just intrigued.

For a moment I contemplated if I could find the keys and check it out while he's downstairs. I could get in and out without him ever...

My lips pursed and I shook my head, turning to continue my original path.

I shouldn't. He asked me not to.

Soon enough, I was rounding the corner to the kitchen, entering with a greeting.

"Hey, Al, you in here–" I cut myself off when I was faced with an empty and dark kitchen.

I deflated with a huff.

Honestly, I don't know why I didn't piece it together the moment I couldn't smell anything cooking.

Well, I guess he's still downstairs...made more of a mess than he first thought, I suppose.

My next destination is the cellar.

I'm bored, and I want attention, so if he's going to take forever, I'll go to him.