Why... || Alastor Angst

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WARNING! I HAVE TO PUT A VERBAL WARNING HERE AS WELL. This chapter is not for the faint of heart. There is some seriously dark shit in here guys. No joke.

TW:

- Graphic depictions of Gore
- Drug use/overdose
- Major character death
- Suicide
- OOC
- AU/HC

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Nobody's POV

Alastor yawned, collapsing on the couch.

Charlie smiled at him, turning away and walking into the kitchen. Turning on the kettle, she sighed and lent against the bench. She knew it was a good idea to take Alastor with her.

He seemed so much more open than before, albiert still recovering from loosing like half his blood.

Charlie picked up the kettle, pouring it in her cup when she heard a loud thump from the other room, followed by a loud 'FUCK!'

She popped her head through the doorway.

'You good?'

'Yeah I just fucking fell off the couch.'

'You goober.'

'Shut up.'

'Want some coffee?'

'Yes please.'

'Okay.'

A couple minutes later, they were both drinking their coffee at the table, chugging it like it was a drug.

Charlie finished first, putting her cup on the table and walking ovet to the door, peeking out.

'What are you doing?'

'Yesterday Emily told me she would come around today.'

'Oh. Do you know when?'

'Pretty soon I think.' She glanced at the clock on the wall.

They fell into a comfortable silence, broken only by the sound of Alastor putting his empty cup down.

He was about to take them to the kitchen when Emily knocked on the door, greeting Charlie happily, the two friends chattering excitedly.

Alastor put the cups in the sink, taking a moment to collect his thoughts before smiling widely and walking into the kitchen.

'Hey Alastor!'

'Hey Emily!'

'We were just talking about going for a walk around, seeing the sights before we leave.' Charlie said.

'Sounds good.'

They waltzed around, peering into different shops and rooms, Alastor sticking his hands into fountains and trying to grab the coins at the bottom.

'Stop it!' Charlie said, yanking him up.

He winced as the sharp movement pulled at his cut. 'Okay okay! Relax!' He coughed.

They walked into a shop Emily was especially enthusiastic about, the walls covered head to toe in mountains of plushies of all sises. He wandered around, pausing and picking up a small soft bunny plush. It was ebony black with white-blue eyes and a white fluffy tail. He sighed and put it back. Emily watched him from the other side of the room.

Emily paid for the mountain of plushies she and Charlie got, and they walked into the street, only to be awoop jumpscared by two of Alastors old friends.