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Greetings. Nice, another chapter in two days. Nature is healing❤️‍🩹

TW:

- SH/Mentions of SH
- Mentions of Rape/Non-con
- Mentions of eating disorders? Is this a TW?
- Mentions of Incest
- AU/HC
- OOC Characters

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Nobody's POV

Alastor blinked at the others, sighing when he saw them.

'Okay what did I do.'

'You yelled "HARMONICA" really loudly.'

'It was HILARIOUS!!' Lucifer wheezed.

'Really.'

'Yup. That was great.' Angel said, smirking.

'I want to die.'

'Don't kill yourself on me bro.' Rosie said worriedly.

'Relax I won't. Not yet anyway.'  She whispered.

'What was that?'

'Nothing!'

'Why are you so depressed?' Rosie asked.

'Shut up.'

'Nah bro y u so fucking skinny, bro needs to eat.' Rosie said, morphing into a gen alpha version of herself.

'If your depressed we can get you therapy.' Charlie said.

'Nope. I'm fine.'

'Lies. Anyway, I've got to keep packing up the store now, soo,'

'Oh! Of course. We'll get out of your hair then. Come on Al.' Charlie said.

Alastor stood up, grumbling. He grabbed a cookie and hugged Rosie goodbye, waving and walking out with the others.

Rosie whispered in his ear.

'You know you can talk to me, right?'

'I know.'

'Hey,'  She caught his arm. 'Don't starve yourself, yeah?'

'Mm hmm.'
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Nobody's POV

They were almost out of cannibal town when Charlie spoke.

'What did she mean?'

'Huh?' Alastor asked.

'When Rosie said you were depressed?'

'Meh. It's not that big of a problem. I'm fine.'

'But-'

'Shhhh.'


They walked in silence. Alastor thought to herself, walking on autopilot. Was she depressed? Did it matter? They probably wouldn't care anyway... She looked to the side, stopping in her tracks as she saw her reflection in a dirty window. She quickly looked away, breathing doubling in pace.

'Alastor? Are you-'

'Yes! Fine! Sorry- it's just-' she sighed. 'Let's just keep going.'

'...If you say so.'

Alastor walked quickly, hugging her arms to her chest. Her head hurt, feeling like someone had shoved a fork through her forehead. Her breaths came in sharp, short bursts as she struggled to control her breathing.

Angel walked up to her, as her increased pace had moved her a couple metres in front of the others.

'Hey, are you alright, you look like you're having a panic attack right now.'

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