Trapped (Alastor x reader) (Slow Updates)

A Familiar Monster

TRIGGER WARNING! This chapter contains stalking, silent panic attacks, and mentions alcoholism and mentions of child predator talk near/at the end of the chapter

"Charlie, does your phone work similar to mine?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Would it be alright if I have your phone number for emergencies? I just realised that if I were to be followed and everyone is out in the woods, how would I be able to warn you?"

"That... actually sounds reasonable, I mean, we could stay in the house until you come back or I could ask the others to tell me where they are-"

"I'll give you her number" Vaggie interrupted "if I don't reply then it will be Charlie who answers, I can track them a little faster than she can, no offense hun"

"None taken"

Your eyes were burning and felt so heavy that you could keep them closed if you kept them down long enough to give in. Your limbs felt like wet noodles as you stood up and walked wherever you went, both at the house and at work. And good grief your thigh was killing you with every step you took.

Now you know how your cousin felt when they tried getting out of their wheelchair. Lord rest their soul.

And then there was your finger, it was now safe to take the bandage off but you had to be careful with using pressure on it, it still made you queasy every time you looked at it to make sure it hadn't been aggravated.

You don't even want to remember the times Alastor would look at it from a distance with a look that screamed 'if you lose it I'm having it for breakfast'. You almost threw up the first time that happened. You would wrap it up with loose bandages and always keep it close to your chest and covered with your other hand when you had to go work because there was no way you were risking getting it contaminated in a place that was as contaminated as a low rated café that wasn't up to code.

You made sure to go to a doctor to get it checked and had a note stating that you were not to do anything that involved sharp objects or wires, or anything that involved heavy lifting (or at least make it worse but you barely paid attention). Something your boss wasn't happy about. Never was, to be honest.

Oh, and did you forget to mention that people were once again staring at your injury like it was a new historical moment? Yeah, they made owls look bad with their big, googly, anime eyes. At least you no longer had to use that sling to fake your injury, that time had passed.

"First it was your arm, now its your fingers, what next? Stubbing your toe on a hammer or something?" Mitchell asked sarcastically.

You don't say anything as you munch on your poor excuse for a snack, crackers. It was the safest option when looking at anything more filling made you want to throw up. Not to mention the fact that your eyes were so heavy every time you blinked, you feared that you'd fall asleep at the microphone.

Wait, you already thought of that when you walked into the building this morning, come on brain, snap out of it already.

"I swear you guys, that freak is a walking hazard" you hear from outside the break room "I knew there was something wrong with-"

The person, which was none other than Karen, froze in the doorway of the break room when she notices you quietly munching on your snack, staring at her the entire time.

"Echo, shouldn't you be live right now? You seem to be slacking more and more these days"

You look away and continue your slow munching on the crackers, you've been paying attention to your phone every time you finish a cracker and planned to leave when there were 5 minutes remaining.