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UPDATE (jun 11, 2024): I've discontinued this due to no longer being in the Hazbin Hotel fandom, and that I really couldn't come up with more chapters to write.
It's been 10 months since I've written something on this godforsaken app. The last time I've wrote a fanfic was abt my Welcome Home Oc, I might unpublish it later on, but as of Feb 18 2024, it's still up.
ANYWAYS, Disclaimers:
-I do not know how to write
-I'm terrible at grammar and punctuation shit
-There's a 80/20 chance that I would most likely not even write more than one chapter
-I have some mary sue-ish OCs, don't come after me
-Do not take anything seriously, this was all made for fun
and other basic warnings:
-Blood
-Gore
-Swearing
-Sex jokes
-Sexual shit
-Other triggering stuff
-Queer ppl (if you don't like queer ppl, leave, why are you even here)
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I am so mad that I can't find anything on Alastor that isn't an 'x fem!reader' or one that isn't romantic or sexual, so, for all my other asexual + aroace Alastor lovers, I would like to give you this little fanfic, as a late Valentine's gift.
"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.