"I need to find him" Hazbin Hotel (Alastor X Reader/OC)

~The Third~

My father is drinking. Again. I tremble as he looks at me. My mother is in the kitchen, grabbing a knife. The things they say are lost to me, but a mumble to my ears. The fear is real. I hear myself mumbling along with them, but I don't know what I'm saying. It's so frustrating! I feel a wave of sadness crash over me at some the mumbles. I start crying. My father doesn't like that one bit. He goes ballistic, and it's like someone just lifted off earmuffs that were muffling the words.

"USELESS, WEAK PEICE OF SHIT!" He screamed at me. "WHY ARE YOU SO PATHETIC? YOU KILLED HIM!"

"I-i d-didn't!," I cry. "H-he o-only h-h-h-helped m-me!"

"BY HELPING A WORTHLESS PEICE OF WHORE LIKE YOU, HE THREW AWAWY HIS LIFE! YOU DID THAT TO HIM!" He roared. I knew it wasn't my fault. He didn't die because of me.....right?

"Honey," My mother chirped, still holding that knife, but now from behind me. "You took my baby away from me. My only true child."

My mothers words lashed me more than any knife could. But she wasn't finished. "You're father and I gave you life. Why did you take ours away from us?"

And that's when a sharp pain sliced through my abdomen as my mother stabbed me from behind. I snapped. I took out His old blade that I had kept hidden and sliced at her. She dropped the knife as both of her hands flew up, trying to staunch the blood that was gushing from the neat slice on her neck. I swung around, full of fear and adrenalin. I charged my father in his moment of shock and forced the blade deep into his stomach, leaving it there. And then I ran.

Tears blocking my vision, I scrambled out of my home and into the surrounding forests. I herd my fathers thumping boots hit the ground, but I was faster than him. And he was injured. I had the upper hand. I quickly changed direction and headed towards the freeway. Someone there had to help! Scared out of my mind, I through myself through the trees and onto the road. Dread filled me and my stomach was suddenly made of lead. No one was here....

I whirled around in time to see my father holding his pistol. I was petrified. I backed up until I hit the edge of the bridge, glancing over at the on coming traffic six feet below me. I turned my attention back to my father. He took aim. I wanted to die the same way He did. So I made a split second decision. I jumped.

A scream clawed its way from my raw throat as I fell. There was darkness. But it wouldn't let me be. Strawberries. The smell of strawberries overcame my senses. I felt like I was being shaken. Strawberries. I cracked open my eyes. Strawberries. It wasn't all that dark, so I could clearly see the figure bent over me, lightly shaking me. "A-Alastor?"

I hate myself for speaking. I sound so gruff and..... not myself. I could feel my face wet from tears, and I hate that I was showing weakness. Last time I did, He.....He d-died......My frame was wracked with sudden sobs. "A-A-A-Alastor," I cried. He was here, he was real. Not some sort of phantom or lost memory of hope.

"Oh, what's wrong my darling?" He asked softly petting my ears and pulling me close as I cried into his shoulder. Calm, yes. But crying none the less. "You were crying and screaming, I thought it better if you woke up."

Strawberries. Strawberries and the worry in his voice soothed me. "S-s-sorry, Alastor. I had a.....a nightmare I s-suppose."

"You suppose?"

"W-well it was more of a memory than anything," as I say it, I sigh with calm, tears subsided. All my senses were filled with the sickly sweet smell of strawberries and Alastor petting my ears. Soothing. "Thank you for waking me up."

"You're welcome darling," He paused before adding: "You gave me quite the fright."

That piqued my interest. "How so?"

"Well you passed out in the elevator after I barely touched the slice on your arm. Too much blood loss I think," He's smile faltering as he hugged you closer. I smile softly. "After that, I brought you to your room, but before I could leave you muttered something about berries and grabbed my arm." I feel myself flush. I didn't realise I spoke in my sleep. "So I stayed here. Not long after that, however, you started crying and screaming that it wasn't your fault."

Alastor's unspoken question forced me to wilt. It WAS my fault. I knew that. I was just in denial. "Darling, I'm sure whatever happened wasn't your fault."

I shook my head. "It was," I whisper. I've come to terms with that

"Darling? What happened, if I might ask?" Alastor's normally murderous grin was settled in a worried, small smile.

"I...uh," I don't want to tell him. He would know I'm deranged and leave. He'd think I'm crazy and hate me.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to Darling," He hastily added.

"No...." I thought quickly. "You stayed with me when I was hurt, I owe you now. If you want to waste that on a question, be my guest."

Note to self: Trying to make it a joke doesn't really work when their shirt is soaked with your tears, I scold myself.

"Yes please, my dear," Alastor whispered into my ear. "Tell me darling, what happened in your dream?"