Buck Turned Fawn

Chapter 3 - Bloody Baby

Vaggie approached Alastor's door, she heard noises coming from inside...almost panicked?

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Alastor was panicked. He had unbuttoned his shirt and saw the sight. There was blood everywhere, sticking to his chest fur. It looked like the bandage had ripped some of the tender parts, considering there was now a small tear in the center of the wound, where blood was spilling. Goddamit! This was a terrible idea! It stung immensely, making his eyes water again. He didn't want to cry, now was another bad time to cry like a baby!

He wanted mama again, to comfort him and tell him he was okay...and to clean his wounds...

Knock knock

FFUC-!

He snapped out of his thoughts. His chest was still exposed, and he didn't want anyone to see his bare chest. So, he ran to hide under the bed. He dragged his clothing with him, trying to show no sign of him being in his room.

He had an odd feeling he forgot something, though.

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Vaggie eventually just entered.

"Alastor, I know you're in here, come out of wherever you are!"

She looked around, not seeing any sign of him. Till she noticed something sticking out from under the bed

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Was that a bowtie? And specifically, Alastor's bowtie?

She picked it up, feeling the fabric against her fingertips. Suddenly, she started to pick up a smell.

Blood.

She got worried and mildly annoyed.

"Alastor! Where are you? Did you kill another sinner again? Ugh, ¡Será mejor que no lo hayas hecho!"

She decided to peek under the bed. She spotted the curled-up, scared Alastor, his chest covered in blood that was starting to dry.

"Holy shit..Alastor!"

She reached for him, however he swatted at her hand. He didn't want anyone to see him like this, vulnerable and at her mercy.

"Get away from me!"

He yelled at her, his radio effect starting to glitch. He didn't want Vaggie, he wanted mama. He pulled his jacket over his chest.

"Goddamit, Alastor! You're covered in blood, just let me help you for once!"

"Vaggie, I am perfectly fine!"

"You are NOT fine!"

"I AM PERFECTLY FINE!"

Vaggie flinched a little but refocused herself and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him from under the bed. He made a fawn bleat, which only made her more suspicious.

"Alastor...was that a fawn bleat?"

It was starting to connect in her head, which wasn't good for Alastor. He was acting off, he was being distant and rushing out of conversations, he was now making fawn bleats and his radio effect was glitching.

"Alastor, are you-"

"I am not whatever you think I am!"

That was the final piece of confirmation she needed. She knew what was up with him now.