Human Alastor x Reader/ The Rose of New Orleans

Chapter 3

Your entire body was sore, your face crusted with dry tears. You uncurled and curled your fingers, attempting to wake up from your statue-like sleep. You wobbled up, your joints cracking and popping. How long was I sleeping here? You wondered, still having more questions running through your head.

You looked around, quickly realizing you were just in your living room. Oh. I must have fallen asleep on the floor. You saw the knife from last night, sending a shiver down your spine. You brushed the thought off. You picked the knife up, returning it to its original place. Am I late for work? What time is it even? You checked the clock on the wall; it read 6:36 A.M. Good, I still have enough time to get dressed for work, maybe breakfast if I'm quick enough.

You went to your room, got dressed, and brushed your hair. You looked at the clock again. 6:40... I won't have time to do anything else, at least look-wise. You thought.

You walked out of your room and into the kitchen, grabbing the cereal on the counter. You opened the fridge. It was almost empty, a few things being scattered around the fridge. I'll have to go shopping soon. You finished it quickly and put the bowl into the full sink. I'll do the dishes when I get home. You thought as you grabbed your jacket and walked out the door.

You rushed to your job, a cool wind blowing through the city. You took a deep breath of the air, wondering if today anything interesting would happen. Likely not. Even if something interesting happened, after last night, you didn't think it would be good. You got to your job, unlocked the door, and walked in. The door made a small ding, a signal to your boss you were here. You flipped over the sign from 'closed' to 'open.' You sat in your regular seat, getting to work.

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Work was not exciting at all. The usual customers stopped by, so you ended up daydreaming most of the time while sewing. I should put on some music... You thought. Instead of your usual records, you tried the radio for today. You turned on the radio and changed it to a station you would like. Here, station 221. I'll listen to that one. A familiar voice was broadcasting. "Hello, dear ladies and gentlemen! I hope you're tuning in!~"

"How's your day? You're all doing well, I suppose. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but there's been a new report of yet another awful murder! Police say it was quite the gruesome scene; the victim's face was practically unrecognizable through her blood and missing skin! The victim has, however, been identified as Annise Watson." Oh lord, that sounds horrible... Her poor family... I wonder if they're okay. You felt your face scrunch up out of disgust; the thought of the scene made you want to puke. Who could do such a thing?

"Y/N?" You heard your boss's groggy voice say, bringing you out of your thoughts. You got up from your seat and walked into his office.

"Yes, sir?" You said as you walked in, stopping in front of his desk. The room was dull, with a gray wall and a diploma on the wall. On the desk, there was a half-drunk cup of coffee, scattered papers, and a phone.

"One customer asked to have a suit fixed earlier, so I need you to work on that," He said as you just nodded.

"Who is the customer, sir?" You asked, wanting to start on the person's suit as soon as possible.

He looked at his papers to double-check their name. "His name was Alastor, and there's no listed last name. He's the person on the radio station...221, I believe?" He said, questioning himself.

You thought for a moment to remember. Your brain quickly put the pieces together: the man you met yesterday. The thought of his smile, which now seemed eerie for some reason, sent a shiver down your spine. "Oh, I know who you're talking about. When does he want it done?"

"He said he would like it done by today, if not he will come back tomorrow morning for it." He answered. "Now get to work," He spoke, waving you off with his hand.

"Yes, sir," you said as you turned around on the heels of your feet and left the room, closing the door behind you. You walked back to all the clothes and searched for the name Alastor. Archie... Alexander... Aha! Alastor. You thought as you quickly grabbed his suit and rushed over to your seat. You took a quick look at the time,7:58... I have about half an hour to finish before he's here... I'll have to be quick so no one will have to wait longer than needed. You thought as you looked at the suit.

The suit was dark red, with a black lining. You looked at the suit; it had a tear in the left arm. It was most likely from being caught on something, or maybe accidentally cut. You grabbed the sewing needle, grabbed the correct thread color, and sewed the tear shut, making it almost unnoticeable. You sighed, relieved, and looked at the suit. It looked brand new.

You set the suit back down and grabbed the iron on the shelf, plugging it in. You smoothed the suit out, waiting for the iron to heat. Once it was ready, you carefully ironed it.

You sighed, finally finished with the suit. You looked at the time, 8:35. Just on time too, as you heard the bell on the door ring with a tall, slim man walking in. He had his normal cheerful, but eerie, smile.

"Am I Late?"