His little fox ||Reader x Alastor!||

Messed up...

"Angel!" You ran upstairs, charlie had to tell you his room number. "ANGEL!!" You made your way to his room and burst the door open.

"OH MY GOD, TOOTS!" He jumped like a cat. This gay spider is also gonna get it. "What do you want? What's so important that you had to barge into my room for? Hm?"

"Well," you started to explain, "i need to know where Alastor's office or- room. Because when we came back today, that bitch scratched me behind my ears!" You pouted

"Did you like it?" He smirked at you, wanting to get under your skin a little.

"I-i mean.. Uhm.. Maybe a little.." Your tail wrapped around you gently.

"Of course you did. Anyways. It's not the office, it's his radio tower. I can show you both, his room and the radio tower." He said as he slowly got out of bed.

"YES PLEASE!" You were basically desperate to do your plan. Angel let out a chuckle and led you out of his room, into the hallway. He led you to a door that has a "DO NOT ENTER" sign on it. Womp womp.

"So.. What plan is this of yours?" And said, raising a brow.

"I'm gonna trash his fucking stuff!" I said with a smirk. I looked up at Angel and he was just staring at me weirdly. Okay..?

"So.. This is his radio tower.." He slowly opened the door. Good lord. I just wanna spill coffee on that. How do it trash it up? Oh yeah.. I can put his papers everywhere. Fun! You entered his room, going up to the papers on the thing. (forgot what it's called) as you reached the papers, you grabbed them and scattered them across the floor and desk. This bitch deserves it. You walked out of the radio tower, angel was just there standing, looking at you with worry. Oh well.

"His room next?" You asked kindly.

"Hell no, toots. You really do have a death wish if you're acting like this! Once he sees this, he'll know who to go after! Toots, i love you but.. You're a dead one." He said as he grabbed my shoulder.

"This dude. Nah. He won't kill me. I don't even think he has that much power anyways. It's kinda sad he has that much pride. Like. I can almost laugh. Should i laugh or cry at the dude?" You said, slightly giggling.

"Oh girl.. Girl girl girly.. No. Just.. Go to your room right now. Everyone is about to be in bed right now." Angel said, still a little worried for you.

"Fine. Alright." You stepped from beside him and made your way to your room. You opened, stepped in and closed the door behind you. You went over to the dresser and grabbed a pair of PJs. You went to the bathroom, stripping down your clothes. You stopped when you looked in the mirror. The scares.. My dad was a monster... I can't be pretty with something so... So.. Ugly.. A mix of self harm and abuse.. You let out a deep sigh and put the PJs on. You walked out of your bathroom and over to your bed. You slowly laid down and pulled the blanket over you, getting comfortable as you drifted off to sleep.

In dream (TW warning for sh)

After mom died.. That was basically the end for you. It's like surviving hell but barely screams, just muffles. Blood Dripping from your thighs and arms. No escape. My dad. Monster. Nothing more. Nothing less.

My dad barged into my room, seeing the blood drip down. He laughs as he grabs another knife, cutting me more. And more. And more.

After all that.. Blood dripping down too bad.. I could barely see straight. Someone help me.. Someone.. Don't leave me like this.. I'm just a kid.. Please.. My dad went to get something to drink as i cleaned up all the wounds. I'm running away.. Yes.. Running away.. I quickly packed my back, putting some snacks in there too. I limped out of the back door. My memories are reliving how I used to always stand here and watch me play. FUCKING MONSTER! I walked to the small pound, looking at the different fish. Until.. I saw a fox. I gasped and fell in love. I quickly ran up to the little fox. It was hurt.. Just like me..

"oh you poor baby.." You slowly picked the hurt fox up, holding it to your chest as it nuzzled against you.

End of dream

You woke up to a strange figure, sitting in a chair.. Staring at you. Shit.. That's Alastor. "Alastor? What are you doing in my room?" You asked

"Well, for starters you trashed my radio tower up.. So i guess you should have a little pay." He summoned his tentacles, you were already close enough to crying because of your dream. He wraps the tentacle around your neck and lifts you up off of the bed, already tight enough to cut your windpipe.

"A-al!" You said in a pleading tone, but the tentacle didn't loosen, it just got tighter. "Please, Alastor.. I'm sorry.." Your ears lowered as the tentacle finally lets you go, dropping back onto the bed. It gasped for air and grabbed your throat.

"And that was only a warning, Y/n." He said, threatening me. Bitch. He disappeared into his shadows. He was gonna now. You were alone again. Your ears twitch, itching to be scratched. But you ignored the feeling and laid back down, pulling the blanket over yourself and fell back to sleep.