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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I don't know if I already used this picture and I'm too lazy to check it myself so... If I did put this picture already, here it is again. And in this, this isn't actually what happened when they were humans. Just an idea I had. ————————————————————————
Alastor, a famous radio host in New Orleans, Louisiana. Ton of adoring fans. Good looks. He knew he had a lot of fans, some even fantasizing about him, but what he didn't know, was that there was another one.... One unlike all the others. This one person knew a secret that Alastor kept hidden from his fans, from what they knew. This person. Was Alex.
I know I know. 'He doesn't sound so scary! How could he be a stalker?' Well, let me tell you something, he knows how to hide crime. He knows the best ways to kill. He knows... everything. He. Is. The. Number one. Fan. Forever.
Alastor was walking to one of his friends places, Mimzy. He opened the doors to the speakeasy, looking for his dear friend. As he was looking around, he spotted the stage, and there stood a black and blue haired man. What a strange hair colour... Dressed in something similar to his own outfit, but all black. Everyone started clapping, waiting for him to start singing. Which he did.
The young man took a deep breath and waited til he knew he had to sing.
I know, I know, I know this Situation's strange It takes a little getting, a little Getting used to
He started walking down from the stage and walking around the place, stopping to sing at men and women. Alastor took a seat and listened, impressed by the man's vocals.
Love me, love me, love me Love me Love me, love me, love me Love me Love me, love me, love me Love me more
His eyes spotted Alastor in the background, a smirk plastered itself on the shorter males face, slowly making his way over.
Than you possibly can It's not that complicated, no Matter what they say You'll never meet another me It's not that difficult to get Your head around You'll never meet another me
He made it to the taller male and leaned close. Not to close, but close enough.
You'll never-never-ever-never Ever meet another me
There was a small break, everyone drinking their hearts out and others clapping and singing along. Alastor tried again looking for his friend but again, no luck. When he heard the males voice again, he turned his head to look at him.
