Why... || Alastor Angst

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Prepare for major angst everybody!!!

TW:

-OOC Characters
-Mentions of rape/non-con
-Mentions of abuse
-Mental breakdowns
-SH
-My AU/HC so yeah

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Rosie looked at niffty, whose eye was welling up. 'Is Al ok?'
Rosie looked at the fragile, light, trembling deer curled up in her arms, wincing as she saw blood dripping down the front of his face. 'Not exactly,  Niffty dear, but he will be soon.'

She picked Al up in her arms, carrying him to the bathroom. But when she tried the door, it was locked. Huh. She instead went out of his room and to the guest room next to it. She opened it to see a nice room, with a closet and bathroom. She headed into the bathroom and set him down in the empty tub.

Grabbing a damp cloth, she gently wiped the blood on his face, stopping when it was clean and the rest of the make-up was gone too, leaving a face that was a sickening shade of white from the blood loss, heavy eyebags and red-rimmed eyes. She noticed his eyes were tightly shut, his trembling form curling in on itself. She picked him back up and headed back into the hallway, where she bumped into Angel and Husker. 

'Hey Rosie- Is that Alastor?'
'Unfortunately so.'
'What happened?'
'I'm not supposed to tell you.'

'Oh.'
'I'm going to get him back to his room, ok?'
'Ok. Hope he gets better.'
She nodded at them, walking back into Alastors room, placing him down on the bed. When he calmed down, his eyes flew open and he shot up, wincing at the intense pain that followed. He fell back on the bed. 

What happened? He looked around without moving, and when he saw Rosie, a sense of dread settled in the pit of his stomach. Did she know? She must, right? This was bad. Very, very bad. Now Rosie knew how weak he really was. She surely wouldn't want to be friends after that. That truth stung much more than he thought it would. Rosie was one of the few people he genuinely liked.

He didn't want to bother her or burden her with his issues. They were his problem. He didn't want to be weak. Yet here he was. He shut his eyes tightly. 'Alastor darling? Is something wrong?'
'...'
'...'

'Sorry.'
'For what darling?'
'Being weak.'
'Eh Ehm, ur legit not weak, ur a skibidi ohio rizzler with W rizz.'
'..?'
'Uhm- what I meant to say is, you're not weak at all! In fact, you are so strong for being alive right now. I would have been dead ages ago. Also, your cut has some unusual slash marks in it. Anything you want to tell me?'

'Nope.'
'Alastor?'
'Nope. I'm not telling anyone shit.'
'Why not?'
'Because- nope! Nice try.'

'Opening up doesn't make you weak dear.'
'That's not what they said.' Alastor mumbled under his breath.
'What?'
'Nothing.'

'Okay?'
'Anyway, there's an overlord meeting in two days, and I'm gonna go.'
'No, you're not.'
'Yes.'
'No.'
'Yes.'
'No.'
'Yes.'
'No.'
'Then I'll sneak out.'
'I'll be at the meeting.'

'What are you gonna do?'
'Embarrass you.'
'Touche.'
'Gottem.'
'If I'm better in two days, can I go?'

'Fine.'
'Nice.'
'OK, I'd better go downstairs and see if the party is still on. Be right back!'

'Bye-' He started, but she was already gone.
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Following Rosie

Nobody's POV

Rosie left the small room and went downstairs, where she saw Charlie and Vaggie packing up the party things. 'Let me help with that dears.'
'Oh! Thank you, Rosie.' 
'Of course! Do you mind if I stay the night?'

'Not at all! Also, how is Alastor doing?'
'Not too well, dears.'
'Can we see him?'
Rosie wrung her hands. 'I don't think he would like that. You would have to get him to both like you and trust you for him to be ok with that... He's... quite self-conscious, you know, likes to keep his image up.'

'Really? He always seems quite confident.'
'All part of his act, you see.' They had finished clearing up now, Niffty darting in to clean up fully.
Niffty added, 'Oh yes, Alastor only has a few real friends. Like me!'

'Niffty, try not to overshare, though I might have done so as well. Anyway, I've got to go back now, good night girls!'
'Goodnight Rosie!'
 
Rosie walked back up the stairs, pausing at Alastors door when she heard heavy breathing and soft rumbling noise coming from it.
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When Rosie left, following Alastor.

Nobody's POV

Alastor stared at the closed door, shivering from the cold. Why was it so cold? He grabbed his new phone and was going through the apps when he came across 'Spotify'.

It seemed to be a music player. He typed in the search bar and soon music was coming from the speakers.

'If you're blue, and you don't know where to go to,Why don't you go where fashion sits?
Puttin' on the Ritz

Different types who wear a day coatPants with stripes and cutaway coat, perfect fitsPuttin' on the Ritz'

His perpetual smile widened. New technology wasn't as bad as he thought. He turned off the music and his phone, flopping onto his bed. He grabbed a pillow, hugging it tightly as he shivered his way into sleep.

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The next morning, 2 AM

Alastor woke with a start, bolting upright and hitting his head, then scrunching up his face from the pain. He curled up against the wall behind his bed, head in hands, face wet from tears. Shaking, he sobbed quietly. Why did he have to be like this? Why couldn't he go one night without nightmares like a normal person?

Someone knocked quietly on the door. 'Alastor, are you alright? I heard something banging around in here.' Charlie whispered.
Alastor whispered back, 'I-I'm fine Charlie. Go b-back to bed.' he choked out between his sobs, tears running down his face. 'You don't sound fine Al, can I come in.'
'N-no!'
'Alastor, it is my job to make sure everyone at this hotel is well, mentally and physically. Rosie- I have reason to believe that you aren't ok in either of those departments, I'm coming in.'

'Please Charlie. Just go.'
'No.' Alastors heart thumped as he hid in his closet, tears still falling down his face. He cramped himself in the darkest corner, a wide smile still on his face as he curled into a ball. The door opened a moment later, and Alastor shivered from the cold as Charlie walked around his room.

'Alastor, where are you hiding? This isn't like you.' His pupils contracted to a pinpoint as tears flowed from them. Still half in his nightmare, he squirmed silently, trying to erase the memory of those cold hands running all over him, the blood pouring from the wounds in his arms, the cold glares from people everywhere running over him like cold water, crushing him, erasing him.

His tears poured down his cheeks, eyes red, skin sickly pale. If Charlie saw him now, he would actually die. He clawed at his legs, willing himself to just stop crying. Crying is for weaklings. blood dripped out of small cuts on his thighs.

Charlie walked towards the closet. 'Alastor? Are you in there?'
'Yes.'(he in the closet in more ways than one peeps)
'Wow, didn't expect you to actually reply. Can I see you?'
'No.'

'Why not?'
'Because no.'
'...Ok. I'll leave. I'll just ignore this, ok?'
'Thank you.'
'No problem. Just... you can talk to me, you know?'

'...'
The door closed and Alastor fell to his side, sobbing. Why why why couldn't he just be normal? Why did he have these memories in the first place? He stood up shakily, his torso wound throbbing. He sat back on his bed, shivering heavily.

Seriously, why was it so cold? He wrapped himself in his blankets, shivering. He hugged himself, trying to squeeze out the feeling of hands on his body. Rosie knocked on the door this time. 'Alastor? Charlie said something happened? She's here with me right now. do you want me to come in?'

'Yes.'
She opened the door, shutting it after whispering something to Charlie. 'Oh, Al. What happened?'

Rosie pulled him close, wincing at how cold he was. She sat there while he bawled his eyes out, repeatedly apologising for crying. When he calmed down a bit, she said, 'By the way, Charlie's outside, she's very worried.'

'What?'
'I'm going to let her in, ok?'
'Wait-'
'You can come in now Charlie!'

Charlie opened the door and Alastor's ears pinned back to his head, pupils contracting.
'Oh Alastor!' She said shocked as tears welled up in his eyes. She ran over and sat next to them, hugging him tightly. 

Alastor squirmed, falling onto the floor. He scooted backwards, his ears flattened against his head.

'Go.'
'But Alastor-'
'LEAVE. Just... leave. Please.'

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