PANICKING

You have NO IDEA what I've been through

I'm bored. I got nothing better to do. VERY SENSITIVE TOPICS, SUCH AS ABUSE, AND ALCOHOL... ALSO MURDER. (YOU'RE A HAZBIN FAN, Y'ALL READ ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING. GO AHEAD AND EAT YO LUNCH.)

Alastor watched Angel Dust dance around the room.

'Alastor! Baby, dance with me!~"

Alastor stuck out his tongue. "Gross."

"But Bambiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii' Angel whined, sliding along the floor and grabbing Alastor by the coat.

"But what?"

Husker rolled his eyes and grabbed Angel off of Alastor.

'You... Are drunk."

Angel giggled.

Charlie, who was sitting at the bar, looked over at the chaos, and called: "Angel! WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT DRINKING?"

The arachnid giggled again and burped. Husker dropped him and walked back to the bar.

Alastor watched the scene in disgust.

Lucifer gave them a look, and he had an ✨️IDEA✨️

"I've never seen Alastor drink! I betcha he's a lightweight!"

Alastor glared at the short king. "I don't drink out of personal prefernce.'

"What kind of preference? I BET YOU'RE LYING BECAUSE YOU'RE A LIGHTWEIGHT!" Luci yelled, and the whole room, minus Alastor, broke into laughter.

Alastor glared at the smol bean for a moment before standing up and getting in his face.

Luci glanced nervously from side to side, and chuckled shakily.

"Why-"

"YOU IGNORANT LITTLE PRICK! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I WENT THROUGH, YOU UNDIGNIFIED, UNWORTHY, PIECE OF OVERUSED SHIT! GO FALL IN A WELL AND DIE, YOU BITCH! DAMN YOU AND YOUR JOKES!" Alastor yelled, much to the surprise of the others.

"Uh... Alastor...?" Charlie chuckled nervously.

Cherri looked at the chaos unfolding, and shrugged, sipping out of her coffee cup.

"Well... If you think I'm so ignorant, why not tell me what you went through?"

Alastor let out an angry huff of breath, but agreed nontheless. "FINE."

Charlie squeeled in excitement as she was finally getting info on Alastor and his past.

Alastor sighed. "My father was... An alcoholic. He woulld come home from work at night, and he'd be wasted. One night... He came home really late. He was more drunk than me or my mum had ever seen him. He attacked me first, but my mum... She got in front of me. I tried to stop him but... But..." His breath was hitching in his throat. He swallowed hard and continued.

"But my mum told me not to. That I was more important. I had to... I had...I'm sorry... I just... Need a moment..." Alastor let out a long, shaky breath.

"I had to watch as my father... Struck down. I...I can still... Still hear the crack, and the thump... As he broke her skull and she fell to the floor... And then... And then... He took his fist... And he crushed her. He didn't stop. First he turned the skull into a pile of mush. Then he broke the ribs, one by one. The bones jutted out of her skin like kitchen knives."

"When he'd finished with that, he dislocated as many joints as he could. He slammed the battered body against the wall so many times that I lost count. I couldn't move... Couldn't help... Look away... I couldn't... I can't...I didn't do anything.

"And he turned to look at me... His eyes... They were crazy. He approached me and... And I just remember a shooting pain in my skull. I woke up in the neighbor's house the next day. I suppose I had a mild concussion. If they hadn't heard the screaming and ran into my house, I'd have died too."

Everyone's jaws had dropped.

Alastor just shrugged. "But I totally didn't develop PTSD or schizophrenia or haphephobia from any of that shit! I'm perfectly mentally healthy and stable!"

The entire room was in shocked silence.

Husk slapped his head and shook it. Bluntly, he stated: "Y'all need therapy..."