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INTRODUCTION
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Y/N'S POV
You were currently being suffocated.
Not by anything fatal—at least not in the traditional sense.
No, this time, you were caught in the middle of an emotional dog pile. Charlie had you wrapped in a tight hug, Vaggie practically latched onto your shoulder, and Angel Dust had an arm slung around your waist like he was anchoring you to the floor. Even Husk, Sir Pentious and Niffty hovered nearby, their concerned gazes layering on the pressure.
It was overwhelming in the most sincere, frantic way.
Two days ago, Alastor had finally brought up returning to the hotel. He hadn't looked thrilled about it, but once he said it aloud, he was too prideful to walk it back. You’d gently offered to postpone it one more day—and he’d eagerly agreed.
Probably more for your comfort than his own.
Now that you were here, though… it was hard to feel at ease with your ribs slowly being crushed by affection.
You turned your head toward Alastor, who was standing leisurely by the wall, arms folded behind his back, his grin was smug and full of amusement.
His red eyes sparkled like polished rubies, clearly enjoying the spectacle.
You quickly gave him a look. Help me.
He raised a brow. You got yourself into this.
Your eyes widen a fraction and you gave him a slight disbelieving look, expression as if wounded by betrayal. It was utterly dramatic that even Alastor knew you were faking it, and he only chuckled and avoided your gaze, intent on not helping at all.
Your attention was quickly diverted to the Hotel Crew as their voices all blurred into a chaotic buzz.
“Where the hell have you been?!”
“Why didn’t you call?!”
“Do you know how worried we were?!”
“Do you need water Missss Y/N?!”
“We thought you got snatched or something!” Well, not that you didn't..
“Who do we gotta kill?!”
“Did you eat today?!”
“Y/N, your laundry’s still in the dryer!”
Your head spun.
“Okay, okay!” you finally managed, raising your voice just enough to part the noise. “Can we please talk one at a time?! I didn’t catch anything just now!”
The crowd pulled back a little—but not much. Charlie clutched your hands in both of hers, eyes wide and glossy. “Y/N, we heard something really serious… someone tried to kill you.”
You hesitated, then nodded. “Well, Little Darling Charlie, It’s true. The I.M.P. tried to kill me.” You gave them a sheepish smile, “But it was a mistake.”
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PSYCHOPATHIC || ALASTOR x FEM READER
FanfictionYou were pretty hopeless as you lay on the dark green grass, as you see your own blood probably pooling beneath your body.. Pretty much deserved all of this, since you just tried to mimic that one TV show character you were so onto about and got sec...
