Trapped (Alastor x reader) (Slow Updates)

Puppets, Scammers and Scares? Oh My!

WARNING! Depressive thoughts are used in the chapter, please don't read if they either trigger you or are currently in a dark place.
I love every single one of you, this story is going no where I promise ^^

You didn't say anything as you were still registering the fact that you were now hearing two similar voices, one of Angel and the other from the song.
"Who's the singer?"
You fumble over your phone as you try to look at the cover that held the singers name "Michael Kovach" you tell him.
"Never heard of him but damm, that voice is smooth" Angel sighed dreamily "is that his real voice?"
"No it isn't" you reply after a moment of thinking "if you heard his real voice, you wouldn't even know it was him, that's all I can say"
"F*ck me" he mutters as he sinks even further into the chair.
You do the same thing too, humming to the tune and lazily waving your fingers in time to the beat until Vaggie came back with the water. You don't hesitate to thank her before taking a sip and then taking your medicine, including the pain medicine.
"I made sure your cat was fed with those cat packets you had in the box, they're eating it now" she explains calmly.
You didn't like that, but let out a small exhale knowing that it was better than leaving it for later since you needed to rest "thank you Vaggie"
"No worries, also why does this voice sound like Angel without an accent?"
"Because it isn't me" Angel said proudly "this actor is amazing, I'd f*ck him in a heartbeat"
You couldn't stop laughing depite still being in pain as well as feeling grossed out by the sex talk "I have no doubt about it Angel"
When the chorus went again you begin the mutter the words while Angel just sang along with it. It was really weird to hear two different versions of the same voice tone. Still, Angel looked happy and you weren't going to complain about it.
You take another sip of your water, disliking the bland taste it had, while Vaggie say next to you with her arms crossed, looking frustrated for some reason.
"Have I done something wrong?" you whisper to her while Angel continued singing.
Vaggie looked at you in surprise but shook her head "no, you have done nothing wrong, you've been doing great in helping us, I'm just, frustrated with what Alastor did"
"He's a cat, he makes the rules himself" you state simply "although his bite is far worse than his bark, one million out of ten"
"Don't let him hear you say that" she mutters as she looks around frantically "Alastor isn't someone you want to mess with, deal or no deal"
You had to hold back the snort as she made an unintentional reference to a TV show you used to watch "I am well aware Vaggie, but I'd rather have him focused on me than anyone outside this house"
"Not at the expense of your health, he's not just Alastor the demon, he's been nicknamed the 'Radio Demon', a deal maker"
So you had been right that he was a radio demon. Wow.
"That reminds me, did you get any ideas from the help I gave you?" You decide to change the subject "I remember Charlie was happy for some reason before she fractured my ribs"
Vaggie looked at you in confusion before it finally dawned on her what you were talking about, causing her to speak in a language you weren't familiar with "I can't believe I forgot, that advice you told Charlie was actually something she hadn't considered, it's a long shot sure, but if she's correct, we might be able to go home this October"
You couldn't stop the smile from appearing on your face "that's great news Vaggie, I'm, glad to hear you might be going home"
"Well as I said, it's a long shot, especially when we're, limited for the moment, but Charlie is confident that if it isn't October, then the end of the year is the next best thing"
Angel stopped singing "if we're lucky to get there in one piece"
Vaggie gives him a glare but he doesn't look at her. You stayed silent because you didn't think this was something for 'mortal ears' to hear.
"Anyway" Vaggie continued in a lower tone "it is a long shot, but it does show promise, there is, however, one catch"
Of course there was "what is the catch?"
"If Charlie is unable to get the portal to open, there is one other, more stronger method we could do, but it requires blood"
"Another one requires a body" Angel added.
You immediately start shaking your head. No. Nope. Nada. A million times no.
"Hey, Y/n, listen" Vaggie continued in that calm tone "no one is going to kill you, or steal blood from you"
NOT YET you shrieked in your mind.
"Charlie is trying to see if there's a way to trigger it without the use of blood, but so far nothing, I just thought it was best to tell you now"
You don't know why, you normally sucked at retaining information no matter how hard you tried to focus on it "I appreciate the thought, thanks"
She practically deflated at you comment before giving you a smile and a nod of thanks "on another note, I'm planning on cooking something soon, I know you said you don't eat much but I'm going to leave a plate out for you just in case, okay?"
"I've already eaten, but your still welcome to, just make sure it's on a small plate or bowl"
She gives you a thumbs-up and gets off the sofa to go back into the kitchen.
You deflate again as you go back to listening to the music playing, foot tapping to the beat as you try to relax your body to your 'neutral' music.
"Your a strange person, you know that?"
Oh lovely "how so Angel?" you mutter loud enough for him to hear you.
"You have creatures of hell living in your house, yet not once have you tried to ask about Hell or even about us"
"Am I supposed to? I'm afraid I'm not familiar on your customs" you answer honestly and nervously, thinking you offended him.
"That's not what I meant, your suppose to be all 'please don't kill me' or even 'I'll give you my soul if bla, bla, bla" he says in an overexaggerate tone.
"Trust me, I was tempted to stay silent and keep telling myself that it was some messed up dream, but there were two problems to this, the first one is that I don't dream scenarios like this, the second is that if I tried fighting, mentally or physically, I wouldn't have lasted five seconds, going with the flow is the only reason I'm stable at the moment" you explain.
Angel scoffs.
"If you want to make it safely don't fight the rivers current, go with it and if you see an opportune moment, take it" you continue "third and final statement is, I don't think I even have a soul"
This made Angel choke on air and proceed to cackle like you told him the worst joke ever.
"Are you... for real... right now?" Angel wheezed "you gotta be joking"
You just look at him with a dead pan expression before turning your gaze to the ceiling, drowning to the sound of music.
"I find it odd that I actually agree with Angel" oh, it was Charlie, she sounded sheepish "I honestly expected you to learn more about us, or even form some kind of deal, but so far you've been treating us like we're, well..."
"Like you aren't demons?" you offer "human roommates do this too, just because we live under the same roof doesn't mean we have to know each others back story"
"Haven't you been doing that though?" Angel asked "you've been rather open about yourself?"
"You've asked and I suck at lying" it was worse when your under pressure, you whisper to the point no one can hear you "I wouldn't be a good host if I kept lying all the time would I?"
"Well no, but you should also know when to say no if we're pressuring you into something" Charlie replied.
"Despite my messed up brain, I'm all for educating others, plus you've been asking politely, that warrents bonus points as far as I'm concerned" you shrug as you finally look at her.
She opens her mouth to say something when you hear ringing. A telephone ring, but not from your mobile phone. From your telephone that your mum loved using. Which could only mean one thing.
The scammers were back to sucking the life out of you.
You groan silently as you pause the music, get up and head for the phone "not to sound rude, but please keep quiet until I've dealt with these filthy leaches please"
Looks like Echo was coming back out but in a completely different light. Okay. Breathe. Focus. Imagine yourself back at the booth and that you're doing voice warm-ups before going live. People can hear you but are going about their business.
Downloading... Replacing Y/n... Actor Echo is now running... Engage.
Your smile grows as you pick up the phone, exhausted but ready to start the play. You can practically hear the person on the phone ready to spout out their stupid script. Amateur.
"Hello?" you say in your best granparent voice.
"Um, is this (someone else)"
Switching to stereotype teenager "Oh. My. GOD. Yes I am, what are you? Some kind of psycic?" you flinch from the throb in your side.
You hear a snort but you focus intently on the phone in your hand.
"This is Nick from the National Bank, calling to tell you-"
"Nick? As in Nick 'The toaster' from school?" yeah, you weren't a creative person, ad lib is was never a strong suit of yours.
"Um, yes"
"Oh. My. God, I can't believe it, it's been like forever, how's your mother doing?" you could feel your hands shaking and your body begin to heat up.
You hadn't even started yet and were still warming up.
"She's doing fine-"
"That's great, so you were saying"
He goes on to spout some random bull crap about money issues, and you just stand there, humming every now and then while shifting on your legs as you wait for inspiration to kick in again. But what?
"Are you there?"
Ooh boy, you could feel your smile grow wider with a sentence you've always wanted to say, the problem was your voice "is this my failed abortion of a son calling me?" sounded like Stitch on drugs.
Angel snorted in the background followed by muffled sounds, at least he's making an effort to stay quiet.
"Uh?"
"Oh, it's toaster? How are you toaster? It's been ages since I saw your ugly ass self" this time your teeth were showing "how's that prostitute you call a brother? Oh I'm sorry, I meant your wife"
By this point the caller is trying to retake control of the situation, you had to remove the phone from your head so that you could bounce on your feet to remove the anxiety building up inside of you. When you go back to the receiver, he's finally going through his script again and talking about some bullcrap you weren't paying attention to.
Until he says something that takes you off guard. Something to do with your wh*re of a sister with that tight ass of hers.
Hell. F*cking. No.
"My good sir" you say in a tone almost similar to Alastor, minus the sound effect he had "I must ask that you refrain from such vile words at my dead sister" you say in a pleasant tone.
"Why don't you-"
"Excuse me Mr Necrophilia but I was still talking, didn't your mum ever teach you manners when you were a child, oh wait, never mind, you never had one, nor did she teach you that scamming is wrong"
"I am not a scammer-"
"If you insult my family again, I will come over to where you work, drag you out of that filth you call a work office, impale you on a spike" your 'Alastor' voice dropped into your own voice but with the promise of hurt.
"Please-"
"Rip out your intestines and use them for a skipping rope, and while you're dying, I will make you watch as I tear your poor excuse of a family piece by piece before I feed them to my cannibal friend, and my children" you raise your voice just loud enough so you could drown out his disgusting voice "then I will feast on your heart before taking a dump in the landfill"
Silence, but he hadn't hung up.
"Thanks for calling me sweety, have a terrible day" you change to a chirpy 'innocent' person before you hang up.
Your hands were shaking so bad you thought they had a mind of their own, the situation finally caught up to you and your breath began to pick up. Crap. You completely forgot about this issue, every time you tried messing with a scammer this would happen straight afterward.
And even with the pain medicine, this was not doing your ribs any good. Especially when the dry heaving started. You force yourself to take slow breaths as you try to get it back under control, the demon voices becoming nothing more than loud static on a radio.
They were too loud and your ear drums were screaming for rest.
Get out. Get out. GET. OUT. NOW!
You walked like a stumbling foal as you quickly make your way to your room as you continue to dry heave.
"Oh dear, let me get the door for you"
You barely register the words as you fumble into your room, trying to keep your breathing in check while falling onto the bed like the little baby that you were.
Man child
Weak
Daydreamer
Copy cat
Loser
Baby
Aww, your gonna cry and run to mommy? How pathetic, and gullible.
Why the hell did you do that?
Right. You were still trying to be 'normal' in front of demons when they've already seen you for who you are. A coward. You can still hear the laughs downstairs.
They're laughing at you because of your poor voice acting. It was terrible.
"Now, now, no need for tears Y/n"
You flinch as you feel something stroke near the corner of your eye, despite your deep breathing, you do your best to stay as still as possible, not wanting that claw to rip your eyeball out.
"That was, quite the impressive show you put on back there"
Needles with worms stuck onto them crawled all over your head, shoulder, and back. You felt disgusting.
"Rest now my dear" the static was low to the point of humming "I will make sure everything is running smoothly, you just recharge for now"
You feel something heavy cover your body and you immediately hide your face under it, you hear him chuckle and mutter something you couldn't hear even without the cover.
It wasn't until you hear the door close that you finally let yourself cry. You were going to need your toy after this.
Dance little puppet
We do so love making you dance with our strings