Well Aren't You A Charmer | Alastor x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Six

It's been a few months since the funeral, and since then, Alastor and I have been adjusting to life without Mrs. Hartfelt. It's been a gradual process, filled with ups and downs.

Today, like any other day, I'm getting ready to start my day, going through my usual routine. As I grab my keys someone knocks on my door. I pause in my movements and turn towards the door, a small frown on my face as I wasn't expecting visitors. With keys in hand and curiosity peaked, I walked over to the door and opened it. "Mimzy." I say surprised. "Well this is a nice surprise."

Mimzy stands on the other side of the door, her usually cheerful demeanor replaced by a sober, serious expression. She gives me a warm smile, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Hey toots." She greets, her voice uncharacteristically soft.

"What's wrong?" I ask, immediately picking up on her unusual demeanor. Mimzy hesitates for a moment, her usual confident facade wavering for a second. She takes a deep breath before speaking.

"It's... it's nothing serious," she says, trying to downplay her worry. "Just... got into a bit of a financial mess, that's all." A sigh escapes my lips as I pinch the bridge of my nose.

"Mimz... you promised me you'd come to me next time you needed help." Mimzy sighs, the shame and guilt evident in her face. "I know... I know I promised." She murmurs, unable to hold my gaze.

"But I didn't want to keep bothering you, you've helped me so much already. And this time it's a little more than usual..." She trails off, the weight of her words apparent.

I try my best to keep my composure but my accent starts to come out stronger anyway. "Honey. How much do you owe this time?" My voice comes off a bit sterner than I wanted it to.

Mimzy winces at my question, her body language becoming more closed off. She looks away for a moment, clearly reluctant to answer. Finally, she lets out a heavy sigh and mutters the number, her voice barely above a whisper. "About eight thousand."

I grab her arm as I walk outside, locking my door, before dragging her along with me as I head to my shop. "What the hell Mimzy." I say lowly. Mimzy lets out a small yelp as I grab her arm and pull her along, her feet stumbling to keep up with me. "Hey! Watch it!" She protests, but my grip doesn't lighten.

"I know, I know," she replies, her voice full of guilt and desperation, "It's just... I got in over my head this time." Another sigh escapes me. "Yes I can tell." Mimzy flinches at my tone, her shoulders slumping even further. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get into this much trouble," she pleads, her voice filled with desperation.

She stumbles again as she tries to keep up with my pace, the weight of her situation adding to her already anxious state. I stop walking and turn to face her. "Mimzy. You remember how my parents died? They got in way over their heads too. They thought they could manage but they couldn't."

I pause as I try to calm myself down, I feel myself beginning to shake slightly. "Know what that caused? It caused a young teenager to walk into her home where she saw her parents dead body's lying cold on the floor in their own blood."

Mimzy flinches from my tone as I continue. "I tell you things for a reason. You think you can manage what you're doing until it's too late. They won't hesitate to kill you." Mimzy has gone pale, her wide eyes filled with horror at my words. She seems to shrink in on herself as I recount my painful past, the weight of my words hitting her hard.

"I... I didn't..." she stutters, the realization of just how deep she's dug herself hitting her like a ton of bricks. She lets out a shaky breath, her own body beginning to tremble slightly. "I didn't think it would get this bad." She chokes out.