Nighttime Video Chats

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Alastor POV:
Charlie and I were up most of the night talking about possible activities for the presentation. The woman is a genius, constantly showering so many ideas to the point where it could've been a tsunami. "I don't think we'll have enough time to do all these dear," I had said. "I know, but it's always best to have multiple backups in case we need them. I'll go through the list, narrow it down and update the group tomorrow." I admire her determination. She is so set on this redemption idea, she's willing to give up her own mental health. "Be sure to sleep too. I'd hate to see you too exhausted to even be able to do this." "I will. Don't worry. I've set a schedule for myself where I manage to get enough sleep to operate properly. Good night Al. I'll see you tomorrow." "Good night lovely." We hung up. I normally hate people calling me Al, other than Niffty and Husk, but when Charlie calls me that, I don't get annoyed as I usually do. I can't be softening up to her already, can I?

Charlie POV:
"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Why did you do that, Charlie!? Why?!" I practically screamed at myself. Why didn't I call him by his full name? I've only properly known him a day and I've already started calling him by his nickname! I thunked my head down on my desk, overthinking everything as I normally do. It wasnt that big a deal, right? I just tired myself out when I heard footsteps coming closer and was just about to stand up when my dad opened my door. "Charlotte, what in Hell are you still doing up? It's 4:30 in the morning! Come on," he said as he picked me up just like he did when I was a baby. "Aren't I getting a little big for this, Dad?" I don't mind being carried, but I'm sixteen. "Not at all sweetheart. You'll always be my little girl, no matter how big you get," he said as he put me down in my bed. "Good night hon. Get some sleep." He made his way out and shut my door behind him. He's right. I need sleep. I shut my eyes and fell into a dream filled slumber.

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