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velvette owns my UwU's🥰

TW:

- Mentions of SH
- Scheming
- Trauma!!
- rain
- blackouts
- OOC Characters
- HC/AU

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Nobody's POV

'Fuuucccckkkkk. What now?'

'Your on your own pookie.'

The soft sound of rain splattered against the windows, getting heavier and heviar.

'What-'

'Mbmb. Nevermind I'll vouch for you.'

'Thanks. Also what does 'pookie' mean?'

'Uh... Pookie means... well, Wikipedia says 'a term used to call someone 'cute' or in most cases a pet name', sooo...'

'I'm not cute!'

'You very much are.'

'No.'

'Yes.'

'No.'

'You are, but whatever. Anyway, let's go sort this mess out.'

'How am I?'

Vaggie reached over and scratched on of her ears. She lent onto her unconsciously, tilting her head.

'You really like ear scratches don't you?'

'Uh-'

'Shush small child, I will protect.'

'I'm not- never mind.' Alastor sighed.

'Well, anyway you've been stalling for way too long. I'm gonna go down and check if Charlie is freaking out or not.'

She was about to open the door when she heard a knock.

'Uh- who is it?'

'Uhm- Vaggie? It's Charlie, Angel and Lucifer here. We heard that Alastor was hurt? Is he okay.'

'I'm fine Charlie.'

'Oh! Okay. Niffty said you were hurt...'

'Thats just Niffty spouting out nonsense. Once she woke me up at three AM and said "You are a victim to the chains of grief and memory".'

'Wow. Thats... uhhh...'

'Yeah.'

'Can we come in?'

Alastor looked at Vaggie. She nodded.

'Yeah sure.'

The door creaked open and the trio shuffled in, Lucifer immediately jumping onto the bed, Angel leant on the doorway and Charlie walked over to where Vaggie and Alastor were sitting. She stood over them and they looked up at her.

'Can you like, shrink? You're way too tall rn.'

'What.'

'Crouch or something.'

'Oh, um... Okay?'

Charlie sat on the floor and Alastor and Vaggie looked down at her, nodding.

'Yes much better.'

'Agreed.'

'Anyway, why are you in here Vaggie?' Charlie asked.

'I smelt blood.'

'My bathroom's full of it.' Alastor added.

'You weren't supposed to tell them that.'

'Oh. Why?'

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