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

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**Heres (TAP TAP) the mother fucking (TAP TAP) TEA! So, some crazy shit is about to go down. Also, SLIGHT GORE WARNING! Enjoy~!
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"So I wear glasses-"

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Beverly had already finished her cup of tea when you set yours down. "So, (Y/n). I am about this close to finding out who the murderer is! Aka; your murderer, darling!" She said, excitment lingering in her voice. You couldn't help but smile, just not really believing that she would do this all for you.

"Randomly, Mr.Murderer started his killing spree in 1920-" Beverly stated, "and it ended in 1933! It just happened all so randomly, like he died or something!" She then threw her arms in the air, acting all dramatic like. "But, I do have a hypothesis. And Alastor has something to do with it."

At that moment, you litterly almost choked on your empty tea cup. "P-pardon?" You said, looking at your bestfriend with wide eyes.

"Look, I know it seems crazy. But just listen." She reassured you, then continued. "Alastor died in 1933, as well as the killer had stopped, you know..killing." She then took a deep breath, "I think Alastor..well there's two options. One I'm not exactly sure of, the other- is just a possibility." She then stood and walked over to one of the walls, ripping off a piece of paper in the process.

She then came back and handed me the paper. "1.) The killer had killed Alastor and Alastor had fought back, killing him in the process...or 2.)" She took a deep breath. Before she said anything, you took a look at the paper she had given you. It was a piece of an old newspaper article, stating about Alastors death and such. The title read, 'Alastor The Famous Radio Host, Found Dead!'

"Or 2.).......Alastor was the murde-" Before Beverly could finish that sentence, you jumped up, "WHAT?!" You yelled. "That can't be possible! H-how?!"

"I know, but it just makes sense! The clues are all put in place. Alastor was shot in the head, and the killer just so happened to only use knives for his victims!" Beverly stated, her pointing at the small picture of Alastors lifeless body on the newspaper article.

You shook your head, "That can't be true! He would never!" You protested, but Beverly wouldn't listen.

"(Y/n), tell me this then. Why did Alastor know all the names of the victims the murderer had hunted down?!" She asked, "What I'm saying is that, how did he gather all this information the day after the murderer committed the crime?" She stated, her hands behind her back, but her expression full of worry.

"That..does make sense. But, I don't think he would do that. I mean, he said he has killed a few people, but not 800 innocent civilians!" You protested, tears began to form in the corner of your eyes. You just couldn't believe it, how could he do this to you?! He wouldn't, right?!

Before you could say anything else, Beverly smacked you on the side of your head, "(Y/N)! Get a hold of yourself! Alastor is the murderer, whether you like it or not! It all leads up!"

"NO!" You snapped, then without thinking, you grabbed Beverly by the wrist and kneed her right in the stomach. She yelped, the wind being knocked out of her. You gasped, "O-oh! Beverly, I didnt mean to!"

*Smack*

Beverly had smacked you right across your face. She fucking Bitch Slapped you. "You need to listen to me-!" Beverly started, you punched her. With her stumbling back, you pushed her down onto the ground. She fought back, trying to reason with you but you wouldn't listen. The smell of blood started to linger in the air. Punching your friend over and over in the face, you lost it.