The room fell silent for a few seconds before Angel interrupted the silence. "Heeey, tits, Smiles, y'all were the same age when you died! Cool!" He said happily.
"Nooooow, let's keep the game going!! How 'bout we reveal our sins, eeey? I'll go first! So, I was in the mob and stuff, and also I was a drug addict." You could tell he'd been stealing alcohol from Husk on his tone alone. At least, I could. Angel then reached over and poked Husk. "Your turn, grandpa."
Husk huffed at the nickname and rolled his eyes but did answer. "Major gambler and alcoholism."
"Wheeew! Who could'a guessed?" I piped up. Husk glared at me in reply.
"I invented geniusssss maccchinessss of waaaaar!" Pentious exclaimed dramatically, his smile comparable to that of Alastor's, if that was even possible.
Alastor had moved to stand behind the part of the couch I was on currently, gazing down at Niffty with a touch of fondness in his normally dark, guarded, crimson red gaze. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end on instinct. My head throbbed from the constant static he emitted. I figured after this round of questioning, I'd go back up to my room and collapse for a few... hours.
After Niffty recited her rather long list of sins and after an uncomfortably long stunned silence, Angel prompted me to go next.
"I, uh," I subconsciously glanced towards Alastor's direction. Every single thing I said in this game brought him closer and closer to the unfortunate truth I'd been hiding for 94 years. "I was a serial killer... and a necromancer." I added the necromancy part a little quieter.
"Wowzers, tits, quite the sins you've got under your belt, eh?" Angel cackled, yoinking the bottle Husk was bringing to his own lips out of his hands... paws? And bringing it to his own before he practically tossed the bottle back to Husk, who frantically caught it. Niffty would've never let him hear the end of it if he let another bottle spill on her precious carpet.
I heard a radio screech emit from Alastor's cane... or Alastor himself? I wasn't sure. It was one of them, though.
"Okay, Alastor, your turn." I mumbled.
"Whatever you say, darling. I was also a serial killer." He replied swiftly.
"Wowwwww, who could've guessed that one?" Angel said sarcastically, to which Alastor's eyes shifted to radio dials. "Jeez, calm your tits, I was jokin', I was jokin'!" He added frantically when he saw that.
"Well, I best be getting to my room now." I reached up and pried Niffty off of my shoulders, staring at the roach crown she was making for a moment before patting her head and setting her down on the couch, to where she promptly continued working. I could always appreciate some dedication from a gal. "Ta-ta, sinners." I added as I stood and stretched.
"Whaaaaat, already?? C'mon!" Angel protested, grabbing ahold of my sleeve. "The fun's just started!"
"No, sorry, Angel. I really must be going now. I've had quite the day, if I do say so myself. Maybe I can get you a day off tomorrow to make up for my absence?" I offered.
"Nooo waaay, tits, you could do that again?" His eyes practically sparkled.
"Uh, what does he mean again?" Husk asked.
"Ah, it's nothing. Just a few days ago I got Angel out of work for the day for a break for a shopping spree with Vox and I." I waved my hand.
I heard another screech from Alastor as soon as I mentioned Vox's name. No doubt he'd ask me later about it.
"I didn't know you could do that." Husk muttered, glancing at Alastor.
"Has its perks when you're friends with the same guy who fucks Angel's boss." I shrugged.
Alastor huffed softly.
"Well, goodnight for now, loves. I'm in desperate need of some rest." I waved goodbye before fusing into the shadows and teleporting into my room, sighing softly as I stumbled over to my wardrobe to change into a nightgown.
~ MEANWHILE IN ALASTOR'S POV ~
My mind was swirling with theories as I made my way up to Charlie's room. I politely knocked, to which she responded with a small 'come in.'
I opened the door, stepping in and closing it behind me. "Good evening, Charlotte." I beamed, my smile growing slightly when I witnessed her wrapped up in her blankets with an infinite amount of tissues surrounding her.
"What the fuck do you want, Alastor? I'm not in the mood for your bullshit right now." She hissed almost immediately after I spoke.
"Well, that wasn't a very nice introduction..." I mumbled. "I was wondering something, Princess."
"Urrrrrgh, what is it??"
"I'm here to inquire if you have a file or any information on Hecate?"
"Why?" She questioned.
"Simple. She reminds me of somebody I used to know and she's... alluring." I replied.
"Uuuuggggg... yeah, I do. In my office, in the third to last cabinet in a purple folder. I swear, if you use it to harm her-" I swiftly cut her off.
"I wouldn't dream of it, my dear! I doubt ole Luci would be very pleased if I damaged his favourite toy." I chuckled, waving it off and leaving on my cane.
"He doesn't think of her as a t-" Her brows furrowed in annoyance when I cut her off yet again.
"I'd best be off now! Wouldn't want to bother you, dear." I smiled and turned towards the door.
"You already have, assh-" I sighed contentedly when I closed the door in the middle of her sentence. I have a thing for cutting her off today, don't I?
I hummed to myself as I sauntered down the winding halls and seemingly repeating stairwells that led to Charlie's office, which was on the second floor right besides the elevators for more accessibility to sinners if they needed her, not that anybody really ever did.
I tried the doorknob, and to my satisfaction it was unlocked. No teleporting or magic required! I damn well giggled when I spotted the third to last cabinet and swiftly nearly threw it open, scanning the files for a moment before my gaze fell on a deep greyish-purple one.
Maybe once I read this, I would stop feeling so drawn to her.
• A/N •
whoopee i did it! it probably sucked ass but oh well. i might do more parts of it in al's perspective that was fun. also guys pls stop reading these chapters and never commenting it makes me feel awkward 💔💔💔like does that mean i did a bad job?? i'm sorry if i did i know im a horrible writer 😭😭😭 anyways no more pity party for me. 1127 words
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