"You look unwell, my dear. What's bothering you..?"
"I think I'd rather have a heart attack.. than to talk about this.."
A small smile curled up on her lips, as a warm tear rolled down on her cheeks. The tall male wiped them away, his smile fading.
"Who expected you to be perfect.."
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An Alastor x Reader story.
Warnings: Blood, Gore, Mature Content (or fluff) , Profanity, Angst, Depression
If you are not fine with these, DON'T read. I know about Alastor's Asexuality, but in this story, I (might, just might.) change about that. Again
If you are not fine with the things mentioned above DO NOT READ.
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.