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Book at the gates part 4: Oh crap... It's a love triangle

Credit for this idea goes to one of my old real life friends, who told me she'd been looking for an Alastor x Vox x St. Peter fanfic. I apologize in advance 😭😭😭
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It felt like a dream.

Alastor was in shock.

He didn't hardly speak, nor did he mive much from his spot at the bar aside from things that had a true neccesity to be done.

His mother, dead again.

Him, back in hell.

St. Peter, never giving him space.

It was all too much. His brain was on lockdown, logical thinking had escaped him completely.

Staring down into his mug of hot chocolate, which had been given to him by Charlie whom stated it would help his nerves, he felt overly concious of the angel beside him.

Was this his life now?

He had forgotten all pain. All sorrow. All unhappiness.

And now it had all come back.

He didn't take any pills anymore, what were there use?

The shadowy figures of his hallucinations were friends.

The negative voices in his head were sanctuary.

His constant fear, which he'd never had before, was his excuse to sit at the bar all day and just stare at nothing.

It had been hard to even get him to eat.

"Boss? Ya gonna drink that? Ya haven't eaten in a few days and ya're shivering like crazy. Maybe it'll warm ya up?" Husker asked. Even he had grown concerned now that three weeks had passed and Alastor still remained in a deep state of shock.

"She's gone..." He whispered, the only words he ever managed to choke out nowadays.

"Eat up!" St. Peter announced, setting a bowl of jambalaya on the counter in front of Alastor.

It had been assumed that he was Al's guardian angel, and for that reason was left with most tasks having to do with getting the deer to care for himself.

Alastor stared at the bowl blankly, his stomach twisting in pain, yet his brain muffling it with a feeling of hopelessness.

"Ya need food ya strawberry pimp!" Angel tried to convince him, pushing the bowl closer to Alastor's face.

The deer shook his head slightly, wrapping the blanket more tightly around him.

"Damn... What happened ta him?" Angel exclaimed, pointing his thumb Al's way and looking at Peter, whom he hadn't had the time to speak with until now.

"He saw his mom in heaven."

"That's great!"

"And she died in front of him."

"That's not great!"

Charlie, who was sitting at the couch across from the bar with Vaggie's hand wrapped over her shoulder, looked back with a frown.

"So you're saying he's been in shock this whole time... AND YOU NEVER TOLD US?!"

"Uh... No."

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Vox watched tjis whole thing from a screen, and while he wanted Alastor to himself, he had to admit it'd be hard with that angel around.

So he had an idea.

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The hotel doors swung open.

"Hey! I want redemption shit!"

Vox yelled.

Charlie boomed with happiness and ran up to him.

"Really?! I'm so happy! Get in here!"

She began to introduce him to everyone.

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Later that night, in Alastor's room... (Slap yo dirty minded biatch a double s.)

Vox knocked on the door and Peter answered.

"Hey!"

"Hry angel dude, wanna do a threesome?"

"Are you a yandere?"

"Heck yeah."

"Get yo fat ass in here!"

Peter closed the door as Vox walked in.

Alastor looked up.

"Vox...?" He croaked, still looking pretty out of it.

"Hey sexy deer blood bambi!"

"We're doing a threesome!" Peter said.

Vox and him interlocked arms, and then pulled Alastor off his bed.

They forced him to dance hip hop to the song Baby Shark, then played peppa pig dominoes all night and watched mr. Beast from Ohio on an illegal video website that tortures kids for every view they get.

They also ordered papa johns pizza with pickles and mayo because it's delicious.

They eventually fell asleep together wrapped in a taco blanket with Alastor in the middle screaming for his life.

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The eff I just wrote it looks like AI lmaooo