||ᗷlue Տmoothie|| [2p!Alastor x Reader]

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**Um, so, I kinda made you die at the age of 32, or something like that. Hope you dont mind, you are gonna be like 120 years old or something like that in the future- so it doesn't really matter.
Hope you dont mind..heh.**

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(...Years Later...)

October 24th, 1929
3:00am

You lay there. You couldn't sleep, why?
Heh, maybe it's because of the stock market crash. This day, was the collapse of stock prices.

The stock market had lost at least the equivalent of $396 billion. I could say it was more than the total cost of World War I. It It destroyed confidence in Wall Street market. I would say, its leading to some deaths of starvation.
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(...Your POV...)

You had lost so much just to get a little amount of money. You had lost your TV, your bed stand, jewelry, etc. The only thing that you had to keep you entertained was the radio. You normally would listen to a certain radio host, since honestly- he was the only one who actually continued doing his normal radio host things.

Pointing out that other radio hosts probably sold their equipment or just simply stopped doing it to due to the lost of food.

Alastor, the radio host, was the only one who still continued being a radio host. I'm guessing he was rich or something, or he had no other family members to go back to so he just, did whatever on his freetime.

Alastor was an odd one at that, he spoke about the loss of others and how the market was losing more money by the second. Not only that, he still spoke about the mysterious murder that's been here since 1920. He always seemed so gleeful, just there was a hint of sadness behind his voice.

Maybe it was the loss for others?

As days passed, the people started calling this timeline, The Great Depression.

It was a pitiful name, but suited. You were bored as normal, and hungry. But alas, you had no food. So you stumbled over to the table and turned on the radio- to no surprise, Alastor was live.

"H-hello, ladies and gents! Al-alastor here, and today on O-october 31st, 1929, I am here to bring you more news about the m-murder case that's been going on since 1920!"
Alastors voice rang from the radio, he had a gleeful tone but charming nonetheless.

And man, did he stutter a lot. Maybe he is self conscious and the only way he could normally speak was through the radio?
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Yeah, we'll go with that.

"This murder has made at least 300 kills so far. But I mean, who's counting?!" He made an attempt to joke but failed miserably. You gave a small chuckle though, at least he tried to make the situation everyones in less tense.

You could say that, he then continued.

"Last n-night, the murder once again, strikes. Them, murdering a poor male named 'John William', his family was devastated by the news of their son being slaughtered. Hope they are doing w-well!"