Cradles | Alastor Angst

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Hello there. This is literally just a really long conversation between alastor and angel.

TW:

- Slight gore?
- mentioned child abuse
- AU/HC
- Lore dumping
- OOC Characters

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After the hotel got fixed up

Nobody's POV

The hotel cast looked up at the building, practically sparkling with lights and general cleanness.

'Great job everyone! It looks amazing!' Charlie squealed, clapping.

'I know right? We're so cool.' Angel said modestly.

Alastor winced, sitting on one of the garden chairs with Niffty. She climbed over the table and onto his head, giggling like a psyco and rolling in his ears.

'You liikkkeeee themmmm, don't you??'

Alastor scoffed, rolling his eyes. His ears twitched and she found herself staying still as to keep Niffty on.

'They aren't that  bad.'

'You doooooo!!!'

'So what?'

'You'll be letting them hug you next.'

'Shush, you.' Alastor's mouth twitched into a more genuine smile.

'You willll, you'll hug them and let them touch your ears and-'

'Can you stop mentally constructing hentai?' Alastor asked.

'...'

'My baddd.' Alastor said.

'What's "your bad"?' Angel interrupted.

'He said I watch hentai.'

'But you do though???'

'Shhh.'

'Niffty. Do I need to install SafeSearch on your Ipad?'

'You can't do that. You don't know how ipad's work.'

'Oh yeah.'

'Alastor?' Angel said.

'What.'

'There is blood on your shirt.'

Alastor looked down, her eyes widening. This was bad.

'It appears I have some... unfinished business for me to attend to. Bye.' She stuttered out.

Alastor stood up, using the table for support. She nonchalantly walked into the hotel, Angel dust walking behind her quietly. Alastor didn't notice, muttering curses under her breath.

'-should've known-'

'-so fucking stupid-'

'-of course that much activity would-'

'-there I go again, being a fucking idiot-'

She opened her bedroom door, skipping in and pushing it closed behind her, Angel dodging her gaze quickly. She shrugged off her coat, depositing it on the floor against the wall. Angel averted his eyes. She stepped into the bathroom and peeled off her bloodied shirt, fumbling with the buttons. She looked at her bandages, trailing her hand over the bloodied fabric, wincing.

She yelped when she noticed Angel standing in the doorway, averting his eyes. Alastor crossed her arms over her chest, turning away.

'ANGEL! What the fuck are you doing???' She said in a shrill voice.