Dreams become reality || Human Reader x Demon Alastor

Arrival

My stomach twists as I watch Alastor grip on the green again that's around Husks neck. I look up at my TV from my bed and hold back a shriek.

The way he yanks it though... god, I wish he could wrap that around my ne- kidding. Totally...

Then times flys as I watch Hazbin Hotel, and I get to the part where he's fighting Alastor.

"Ohhh my god..." I breathe out, looking at Alastor, my face getting red from containing my screams. Why does he have to be so FI-... anyways.

I get to the part where he's singing, and I watch closely, a smile on my face as my lips part as I watch him.

The way he's having a mental breakdown is so fucking ho-.. I'm gonna stop there.

It's a few hours later now, and I'm sketching out a drawing of Alastor in my journal, listening to "Hells greatest dad" in the process.

Alastors pov...

Gosh, where am I?

I stand up and look around. I'm in the woods. It seems so... detailed.

I then begin walking, then realize I still have my powers. I look the exact same... I make a body mirror form in front of me, and my eyes slightly widen. I'm the same, animated character... hm.

I have my powers still, that's the good thing. I turn to the side. Wait, I'm 3D!.. but where am I besides the hotel?

I make smoke wrap around the mirror and it dissolves, and I continue walking. I spot a house nearby, and walk up to the window. My grin stays on my face as my eyes narrow, and I look into a window of a room. There's a girl.. she seems to be listening to... me and Lucifer singing? How did she get that? Where did she get that?

She stands up and turns around, holding a sketchbook in her hands. I look at the drawing— and... it's a drawing of me. It's surprisingly good, and it's very detailed. I'm colored and she drew me... perfectly.

Where am I?

I look around. It looks so similar to my own home... I notice a big sign— I recognize that sign. I'm in my hometown! New Orleans Louisiana. Weird, how did I get here? I'm on earth, I'm assuming.

I look back at the girl, and she peeps my interest. My grin grows as I watch her hang the drawing of me on the wall.

But how does she know what I look like and who I am?

I need answers.

But for now, let's let this girl sleep...

I'll deal with her tomorrow.