Spider Dance A RadioDust Story

Totally not a date

Alastor POV 

I was very uncomfortable sitting at the bar. I decided to break the silence with an even more awkard question. "Well, since were getting to know eachother...how did you die?" The spider gazed at me and changed the subject," Why are you in hell?" I laughed and responded," Im a pyscho path, a murder, cannibal, and I didn't worship god." The spider seemed a little susprised so I filled the silence," Why would an angel like yourself go to hell?" That was way more flirty then I wanted it to be, but he answered," I take drugs, I was in a mafia family, and y'know a...w-w-whore. He seemed to gulp the last word as his face was almost in tears. I felt some sort of pity for the spider even though I hate him. He squeaked," I'll be right back!" as he fled to the bathroom, tears dripping down his face. I used my shadow to follow him...

Angel's POV 

Why did I have to breakdown?? I look so weak! I am weak...I need to make this pain go away. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my box-cutter. I took off my pink glove revealing several  cuts and scars from the past. I was careful not to hit any vains as I put the box-cutter down the back of my hand. Slicing the white skin, blood pouring out. It hurt, but it released the emotional agony. I wiped away my tears with my gloved hands and slid the pink glove over the cut.

Alastor's POV 

Angel reaches into his pocket and fumbles for something. He found it and he took out a box-cutter? What is he going to do with that? He slides off his pink glove to reveal cuts and scars. I gasped quietly as he puts the cutter into skin! I have to help him, I don't care if I hate him, I can't see someone hurt themselves. I call my shadow back and quickly get up and run into the bathroom. "Hey, Al what ar-" I run up to him and pull off his glove, revealing a freshly opened wound. "What the hell is wrong with y-" I cut him off again as I hug him. He was sobbing into my shoulder as he wrapped four arms around me. I felt...warm? I look to see where I buried my face and...Oh fuck. Its none other then his chest fluff. I pull my face out and release the spider. He said," Thanks, Al." He slid his glove onto his hand and said," I'm going to go back to the hotel, see ya Bambi! I slightly flinched, but not as much as last time. He left the bathroom as I stood there, releazing what I just did. I hugged that porn-star and it didn't feel awful...it actually  felt nice. What is wrong with me? I left the bathroom with confusion not sure if I was ready to go back to the hotel.

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