pulling all the strings - alastor x reader

⋆.˚✮prologue✮˚.⋆

TW!!! Violence, inappropriate language, sex

Good morning, sunshine! It's a beautiful Friday morning in Los Angeles. You open your eyes, take a deep breath, and... Oh my god what is that smell? Your cat is sitting on the corner of your bed, purring and licking his paws. You look at the floor, and notice a puddle of cat piss in the middle of your carpet. God damn it, Murphy. His unforgiving, almost smug expression pisses you off. This day is already off to a bad start. You let out a big groan as you get out of bed and walk to the kitchen, carefully avoiding the smelly, wet patch of carpet on your floor. You grab your cleaning supplies and get to work on cleaning up the piss stain.

After cleaning it up, you realize you are going to be late for work! You dread going to work every morning, but TGIF! You work at a crappy diner down the road. It's the bane of your existence, but it was the best thing you could find for you and your best friend. You get dressed quickly and dreadfully walk out your front door to leave for work.

You eventually arrive, and the first thing you are met with is the new hire bumping into you with a pot full of fresh, scalding hot coffee. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" You scream in pain as the burning hot liquid collides with your freshly washed white shirt.

"Oh... my god, I'm SOOOO sorry..!" The girl with the bouncing blonde ponytail apologizes profusely and steps back, looking you up and down. You look down at the likely third degree burn she gave you on your abdomen, shaking and sweating, you smile at the girl sarcastically before you rush immediately into the bathroom to cool your stomach down. You start to cry while staring at your miserable self in the mirror. God, how could this day get any worse?

While in the bathroom, someone walks in. "Via, thank god," You say, tears streaming down your red face. "Oh my god," She made her way next to you, putting a hand on your shoulder. "What happened? I've never seen you so worked up before," She said, her tone was full of worry and she sounded very sincere. Via was your best friend. You were lucky to have scored the same job as her, even if it was the shittiest job you could have ever accepted. "Are you okay?" She added. "No!" You exclaimed. "The new BITCH just spilled an entire pot of boiling hot coffee on my brand-new, white shirt!" You cried. "I don't think you need to worry about your shirt right now." You looked up at her with your head pounding and snot running down your lips. "Besides, I have a shirt you can borrow for the day." She smiled at you, and it made you feel a little better.

After having a good cry session, you both quickly walk out of the bathroom into the break room to clock in. It's almost 9:15 at this point, meaning technically, you're 15 minutes late. Fortunately, Via was there to clock you in while you were changing your shirt. The break room is dusty and it has a weird smell to it. There's usually a moth or two in here, but it feels like paradise right after a rush. After leaving the room, you walk to the hostess, awaiting people to serve. The hostess, of course, is the girl who caused you to be late, and also might be the reason you get fired today. You are met with your first customer, who just happens to be your favorite regular. "Oh, hello, Marcus." You say. "Hello, Handlebars." His gaze narrows and a sly smirk creeps at the corners of his mouth. Marcus is certainly not your favorite regular. The hostess always puts him in your section because he specifically asks for you every time he comes in. It's never a delight to see him, especially when you're wearing braids in your hair. "Your usual, I assume?" You ask. "Of course, baby," He leans back in the booth and spreads his legs apart. "Well, unless you're on the menu." He licks his lips with a creepy look in his eye. Gross. A burning rage fills your stomach as you write his order on your notepad and whip around to angrily stomp it to the kitchen. The creepy cook looks you up and down before saying, "Thank ya, darlin'." You turn around to face your manager. She doesn't look happy. Her hands are on her hips, a pen in one hand and some kind of paper in the other. "Y/n. My office, now." She snaps before widening her eyes, gesturing to you to get your ass moving. You obliged, walking away. You're almost at your final straw. You walk into her office, awaiting her arrival. Strange, there is a shotgun in the corner of the room. You wonder if it's real or not. Your eyes dart around the room, looking for more strange things. You notice 'shotgun ammo' written on the side of a box. Holy shit. This woman is bat shit fucking crazy. A loud grunt from behind you makes you jump out of the chair, suggesting your manager's arrival.

"Y/n L/n," She starts. "This is the third time you've been late this week." She looks from down at the paper to back at you. Her brows furrow as she taps on her desk angrily. "We require punctuality at this diner from our employees." She says sternly. "Marissa, I swear, it won't happen again! My cat, Murphy peed on my carpet this morning, and then the new trainee, Cadence-" You frantically explained but were interrupted by the fat ginger woman in front of you. "I don't want to hear JACK SHIT about Cadence. I just hired her and I do not need YOU to bully her. You need to realize that she will make mistakes, as it is her first week." She says. "Okay, I'm sorry. But I've just had a really rough morning and-" You are interrupted once again. "How many times do I have to tell you this, Y/n. I. DON'T. GIVE. A. SHIT." You take a deep breath, stand up, and say, "I'm done. Fuck this shit." You walk behind Marissa, reaching for the shotgun that you assumed was insane for her to have. "Y/n, what are you doing? I am talking to you. You need to sit down and listen to me!" You could tell she was antsy and trying to keep her composure. You didn't give a shit. "I don't need to sit down and listen." You say while reaching for the shells that sat on her shelf. The shotgun was heavier than you expected, and it took a bit of force to get up. "What do you think you're doing with that?" She yelped as you loaded the shotgun with ammo. You cocked the gun and pointed it directly at her face. "Y/n, stop playing around right now and SIT!" You smiled, before saying, "See you in hell, bitch." With those words, you painted the wall with that motherfuckers' brains. The loud gunshot rang in your ears, you opened your eyes to find the bloody mess that you created with no remorse before you. You cock the gun once more and go to find that skanky bitch Cadence.

"Y/n, listen, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to spill that coffee on you, I promise!" She whined as you walked up to her with a shit-eating grin plastered on your face. "It's okay! I promise..." You reassured her sarcastically. "Oh, really? A-are you sure? I'll buy you lunch or something, I swear!" She begged, like you were going to shoot her or something. Anyway, you pulled out the large firearm from behind your back. "O-oh. My god. Where did you get that? Listen, look, it was a mistake. Everyone makes mistakes!" She said, pleading mercy. "Stupid bitch." You mutter under your breath as you shoot her in the face in front of all of the customers. After a brief silence, screams erupt from the crowd before you. People are covered in chunks of blonde hair tangled up in brain matter, bone, and scalp. You notice one familiar face in the crowd. Marcus. You've never had a chance like this before, so fuck it. Before you walk up to him, Via steps in front of you. "Y/n, that was totally badass!" She says. Her eyes are wide and she has a smile on her face, despite the horrible chaos that you just induced on the entire diner. "Yeah, I know," You say. You feel a smile tugging at your lips. "I need to go do something, hold on." You push past her, and she follows. "Where are you going? Can I shoot someone next?" She asks enthusiastically. "Yeah, just let me shoot Marcus." She nods, and watches as you grab him by the collar, and kick him straight in the balls before blowing his brains out. You take a few steps back and look at everyone running around and screaming.

Reality suddenly sinks in, and you look at the chaos unfolding in front of you. Holy shit, what have you done? "Via..." you say. "Yes? Is it my turn yet?" She asks, the same maniac smile plastered on her face. "I can't do this. I'm too young to go to jail." You shake your head, looking at your best friend. "What are you talking about?" She asks. Sirens erupt outside and you decide to skip the electric chair and do it yourself. With shaky hands, you load the gun in front of you one last time. "Y/n, what are you doing?" Via says. Her voice is riddled with fear. You take a deep breath, close your eyes, and lift the gun up to your gullet. "Y/N NO!!" Via's voice was the last thing you heard before accepting your brutal fate.

a.n. : hi! thank u so much for reading! my friend's oc is in this fic, and if you want to read her Vox x reader, i'll drop her @! my oc is also in it

again, tysm for reading more out soon thxxx :3