Nightmare {Hazbin hotel Fanfic}

Chapter four...

Alastor's pov
(I promise I'll switch soon, it's just kinda important to the story!)

I stared at the dead body of my friend. 
I felt sick to my stomach. 
Closing my eyes, I shakily turned back to normal, walking blankly back to Vagatha across the hotel. "Its... she's gone." 
She pressed her lips together. "Thank you." 
I took a breath, straightening. "So Charlie's gone now, awake. And... what do we do?" 
Vagatha chewed her lip. "I don't.... kill him." 
I nodded stiffly. "Yes, find him, and kill him." 
A heavy pain hit the back of my neck, sending me tumbling across the floor. 
FUCK. 
I heard my own voice. "Vagatha! That's not me! You've been walking with the wrong me! He was just about to kill you!" 
I pushed myself back up, quickly spinning. "You again?!" 
He stood "Protectively" in front of Vaggie. "Don't you DARE pretend like I'm the one who's evil here, I'm not the one who murdered my family." 
I ground my teeth. "Vaggie! Listen, If you don't trust me, don't trust him either, get away from both of us, please?" 
She was stuttering, staring at the fake me. "Your... actually Al?" 
He nodded. "That one jumped me while I was walking back from.... well you know and locked me in a room to try to kill you." 
I stared at him. "No, No not really! I wasn't locked in a room!" 
He raised his chin, staring down at me. "Right, because you were here attempting to kill Vaggie." 
I rolled my eyes, turning back to Vagatha. "Okay REALLY! Get away from him! If you don't believe that he's actually Alastor, then... well fuck you. Anyway, how can you be absolutely sure? Get away from us both and figure it out from a good thrity foot distance! Okay?" 
Thankfully, she crept away from the fake and stood a good twenty feel away. "O-Okay, so one of you has to be the fake, how... how the fuck am I going to tell???"
I gestured to the other. "Ask us a question, any question and I promise I'll know the answer." 
She eyed us, holding her spear out in defence. "Um- Well- What day do I groom my wings?" 
I perked up. "Thursday." 
Fake me rolled his eyes. "Usually Thursday but it varies depending on what's happening around the hotel." 
She leaned more towards my twin. "Okay that doesn't help..... um.... how many times have you fucked Rosie?" 
The delusion of me shrugged. "Five." 
I was revolted. "Ew fuck! Why that?!"  
Vaggie whipped around impaling the twin through the head. "Real Alastor would NEVER answer that question. Also! It's Tuesday, so both of you were wrong."
I gagged. "WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!" 
Vaggie glared at the wall, pulling her spear out. "Oh yep. I deffinately killed the right one." 
I banged my head into the wall. "BUT WHY THAT?!" 
She shrugged. "I knew how you'd react to that, so I'd know what wasn't you and what was." 
I stared at her. "You. Are. Horrible." 
The girl shrugged. "Yeah, so anyway! We killed him, why isn't the dream crashing?" 
     "Because your dumb, that's why." 
We both whipped around, to look at the new me who was standing on the balcony. 
I raised my axe. "Again?" 
Another me appeared. "Oh yes! But worse this time." 
I grabbed Vaggie's arm. "Vagatha-" 
She cut me off. "I'm sorry, I-I can't." 
I cocked my head. "Can't wha-" 
She whipped around, impaling me. "I'm really REALLY sorry! I can't handle more than one again." 
I couldn't even speak. 
The world faded as I fell to the floor and I sat bold upright in bed. 
FUCK!
She couldn't stay in there! She'd fucking die!
I stumbled, throwing my coat back on and running down the hall. 
I burst through Charlie's door, finding the girl in tears shaking Vaggie. "WAKE UP!!" 
I ran to her side. "Charlie Charlie CHARLIE!" 
She looked up. "W-what?" 
I set a hand on her shoulder. "Hush, she'll be fine, but we mustn't panic, understood?" 
Her jaw trembled. "O-okay." 
I looked back to Vagatha, who's expression was twisted in pain. "But we need to wake her up, NOW." 




Vaggie's Pov
I couldn't look as I lowered his body to the ground. "I'm so sorry.." I whispered. 
A moment passed and I stood, turning to the evil copys. "Alright! I'm here! What do you want!" 
The one on the balcony shrugged with a grin. "Oh me? I'm just here to kill you that's all!" 
I raised my spear. "Good fucking luck bitch." 
The copy looked so much like Alastor it hurt. 
It was hard not to see my friend in him. 
A hand settled on my shoulder. "There's really no place to run Vag-" 
I whipped around, stabbing it till it was dead. "No." 
Another appeared on the stairs. "Ah yes! Always the one to fight first, always the one never to trust, always the reckless and first to jump to conclusioins. Dumb as hell too." 
I spun, pointing my spear at him. "Why? I still don't understand!" 
He rolled his eyes, walking in circles around me. "Well, for one your little princess is gullable and its just absolute fun to watch the pain and betrayal spread in her eyes! Second, this whole thing never meant anything to me. It was a busyness that I've always dreamed of killing, and every single residence inside it." He scoffed. "What an idiotic dream! Dreaming to heal those who have already been cursed and enslaved by themselfs. It's not worth anything, other than the joy of watching it burn to the ground of course!" 
I growled. "IT'S NOT A JOKE-" 
He waved a hand, cutting me off. "Oh yes it is, just like you and Just like Charlie. None of you ever meant anything to me, which makes it OH so easier to kill you and make it painful." 
I backed up. "Call Charlie a name one more time and I'll slaughter you again." 
He was silent. 
I turned. "Where'd you-"
Cold fingers wrapped around my shoulders. "You really think that?" 
I yelped, realizing my spear was no longer in my hand. 
OH FU-
My spear reappeared. 
Um....
Through me. 
Alastor laughed. "This is so deliciously easy! Just one thrust, and your dead!" 
I bit back my scream, letting tears fall as I was dropped to the floor. 
He smiled. "Oh so easy. Pathetic really." 
I sucked in a haggard breath, trying to crawl away. 
He stepped on my  hand. "Ah... now now now! I can't let you leave, can I?" 
I bit the inside of my check physically to stop my groans. "L-let me G-go.." 
Alastor grinned digging his heal harder into my hand. "Ha!" 
He leaned down. "No." 
His voice turned demonic, barely recognizable at all through the static.
My spear dug into my spine. 
This time I couldn't hold back the agonized scream that left my body.
   "Goodbye Vagatha! It's been a pleasure, but I will see you again soon! Don't you worry..." 

I sat up, grabbing the bedside knife and stabbing him with it. 
   "FUCK! VAGATHA!" 
My eyes flew open, and I realized I'd stabbed the actual Alastor, in actual life. "Oh- I'm so sorry." 
He stumbled, red blood dripping down from his gut. "shit- agh- Vagatha- Your... bleeding." 
I shook my head. "NO! You are!" 
Alastor pointed. "No i'm not kidding! Your actually bleeding." 
Charlie gasped next to me, looking at the in fact, bleeding hole in me. "Oh- VAGGIE!" 
How...? 
How had the dream... hurt me in real life?

Another short chapter, but hey!
I'm getting there. 
So! I kinda won't have it done today, but probably over the weekend! So not to far after my deadline!
I hope yall are enjoying and thanks for reading!
And happy Halloween!