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It had been a few days since the little thing with Angel, so you signed yourself up to be a bit more efficient in fixing up the hotel. The chairs were a bit more stable now, and you were starting to get the hang of it. Everyone was grateful, but they also made sure to remind you to be careful. If you ever needed anything, they'd be there—but only if you asked.
Right now, you were in the middle of tidying up the bedroom you'd claimed for yourself, picking up after the chaos. You'd started testing out some star-speckled drawings you'd made when you were alive, your memories of the night sky still vivid in your mind.
Alastor suddenly appeared behind you, his wide grin almost glowing in the dim room. "What a darling portrait you've made," he said, his voice dripping with that signature charm.
You smiled back at him, tapping the portrait with a claw. "Yeah, it's a piece I made back home, before..." You trailed off, the memories of your old life a strange mix of clarity and fog. "I used to spend hours staring up at the stars. Felt like they understood me, you know?"
Alastor raised an eyebrow, looking at the sketch thoughtfully. "I can certainly see the beauty in that. You've captured the feeling of it perfectly. Such delicate work for someone with such sharp claws." He chuckled softly, and you couldn't help but join him.
He then raised his hand. "Well, why don't you and I go to Cannibal Town? There's a friend I'd like you to meet," he said, his voice smooth as always.
You stepped back from the wall and smiled. "Sure." You took his hand, and in the blink of an eye, you were standing in a completely different town.
The place had an eerie atmosphere, with pale-skinned people everywhere. A woman with wide hips approached you, her pale gray skin striking against her dark features. She had black lips and sharp, light pink teeth that seemed to glisten. Dusty-pink cheeks stood out on her face, and her white-and-gray hair had soft pink streaks running through it. Like all the residents of Cannibal Town, her eyes were completely black, with no irises or pupils. She had no visible nose, which made her face look even stranger.
She walked right up to you, smiling brightly, and tilted her head. "Well, Alastor, tell me it isn't you," she beamed.
Alastor's smile widened, his eyes sparkling. "It is, indeed. Darling, this is Y/N. They've been helping out at the hotel," he said with a smooth nod. "Y/N, meet Rosie. She's... well, she's familiar with the area."
You offered your hand to Rosie, and she eagerly took it. "Well, well," she said with a teasing smile, her voice playful, "I thought Alastor would never find himself someone, but I guess even I can be wrong." She chuckled, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
