Alex is a famous singer who works for many different people.
He was doing a show (Singing) when he saw his best friend (one of them) Angel Dust with a few different people.
After his show, they all head backstage to see him and ask for his help/to...
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This is also when they are humans. If you couldn't tell by the picture. ————————————————————————
"You know, you should really stop with the alcohol, you'll end up dying quicker and earlier then you should." I told Alastor as I helped him back to his house. He just mumbled back and dragged his feet across the ground. His arm was hanging around my neck and my arm was wrapped around under his armpit, my hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me and started giggling. I looked at him confused, wondering what the hell he was laughing at.
"Um, what's so funny?" He then reached a hand up to my face and boop my nose, making me scrunch my nose. He then started into a more of a laughter now, hunched over and holding his stomach. "Please don't puke, please don't puke..." I whispered, looking up to the sky then looking down again, being only a few meters away from his house. Which is in the forest but I don't mind. I've been to his house before and nothing bad has ever happened. That I know of.
Anyway, we got to his house and had a little trouble getting up the steps and to the front door, but we managed. "Okay, now where are your keys? Check your pockets." My hands roamed over any pockets he had on his pants and his vest jacket (Whatever the fuck their called). After a while of searching, I finally found the keys and unlocked the door, making him walk in first so that way I can close the door. Alastor stood in the middle of the living room looking around for something.
"Al? What are you looking for?" He swiftly turned around and smiled brightly, running over to me and wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "Ah! My dear, I found you! I thought you went to... um... what was that damn place called..." He pulled away and put a hand on his forehead. "Oh! Right! Candy land! Thought you were there instead of here. Wait... where even are we?" He looked around the room as he walked. And when he walked, he tripped over a stool and landed flat on his face. Me? I'm trying not to fucking piss my pants laughing.
Al just layed there. Didn't even move but he did make sounds, little huffs and puffs. "Y-you good there Al?" He flipped over so he was on his back and looked at me. Just looked at me dead in the eyes and got up, dusted himself off then walked over to a chair and sat down. I eventually stopped laughing and noticed that his nose was bleeding. A look of concern washed over my face as I speed walked over to him and sat down on a chair I pulled with me, sitting in front of him and grabbing his face, inspecting his nose. "Um, dear, what are you doing?" He asked as I went to get some tissues. "Cleaning up your bloody nose. You should really be careful, drunk or not. I can't always be there to help you in these times."
Alastor was sobering up, still being a bit stubborn but cooperative. I managed to fix his nose and help him walk to his room. I sat him on his bed while I grabbed him a set of pjs. I handed him the pjs and walked towards the door. "What is the point of these if I'm just going to take them off later?" I froze and turned around, him staring at me. "Um, w-what do you mean?" He set the pjs aside and got up, walking towards me. I backed up until I felt my back hit the door. (What is with Alex getting pinned to walls?!) He kept walking towards me until he was right in front of me, looking down at me. He suddenly wrapped one arm around my waist and one grabbed both my wrists and held them above my head, pinning me against his door.
