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Nobody's POV
He winced as he crawled back into his radio tower, holding his injured chest. Slowly sitting on his bed, he wrapped his injury in a thick layer of gauze. I'm such a failure... He thought to himself. I couldn't protect them.. and now Sir Pentious is dead, the hotel is destroyed and its all because of ME. He looked down, his ears drooping, as he struggled to hold back his tears. Worthless. He thought back to the past, hearing the voices in his head. Weak. Stupid. Mistake.
He appeared in the middle of everyone, a big fake smile plastered on his face.
'🎵And we're doing it with a smileeee!🎵'
'Alastor!' Charlie squealed. 'We thought you died!'
So they thought I died. What about me? Where's my memorial? Sir pentious got one ... But they like him better anyway...
'Afraid not, deer,' He said, involuntarily wincing as she hugged him right where his wound was.
He flinched, making Charlie jump back.
'Sorry.. '
'No problem deer'
He said barely listening, his eyes sweeping over the room. I only bring sadness and fear when I walk into the room. Why am I even here?
'Where have you been 'radio demon', huh?' Vaggie says.
'Yeah smiles, where were you?'
'...' He looked away.
'That is not your concern deers' He said.
'Uh, yes it is,' Vaggie replies, 'you abandoned us mid-battle.'
...and I hate myself for it...
'I... was helping the cannibals with their attack, they were barely holding up.' He lied.
'Oh, Al, that's so considerate of you!'
He winced. My dad always said empathy was weak... They probably think that too... I must look like a joke to them...
'anywayyy, who wants drinks?'
Husker says. 'Great idea husk...' Charlie says, rambling on and on. He zoned out as he thought about the battle.
No matter what he did, he always found myself there... reliving the moment of getting stabbed over and over again.
'AL????' I flinch.
'Yes deer?'
'We were asking if you wanted to join us for a celebratory drink for our victory?' Charlie said hopefully, her yellow eyes big.
'Ahh, sorry deer but I must decline. I am rather tired, I think I will go to bed a bit early.'
He turns and walks fast up the stairs. Bleh. I could not imagine eating or drinking right now... My stomach has a literal hole in it. Hey, at least now I'm more hole-y than before. He laughs at the terrible pun. He really is going insane.
'You really are.'
'Oh shut up.'
'Al?' He heard a familiar voice say from the hallway. 'What is it Lucifer.'
'Who are you talking to?'
'None of your concern.'
'Ok fine, whatever, not like I care..'
Alastor rolled his eyes.
'You good bro?'
'You worry too much.'
'Yeah, but it's my job to comfort you before you kill yourself. You know, opening up doesn't make you weak.'
'...'
He paused.
'Yes it does'
He stands up from his bed.
'Where are you going?'
'Bathroom'
He says. He doesn't lie, He goes to his bathroom. Alastor studies his reflection, leaning on the counter. Ugly.
'Get the fuck out of my head'
I say as he hears the voices ring throughout his mind.
He took out his knife, slicing a thick line through his wrist, watching the blood drip onto the cold tiled floor. That's for abandoning them. Another thick line, just below the first. That's for being selfish. A final line. And that's for wanting to cry. He took out his bottle of pills and swallowed double the recommended dose, sighing as the familiar sense of false happiness runs through him. He smiles, making sure it's convincing.
'See? I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.'
After cleaning up his blood and bandaging the cuts, he steps back into his room.
'You did it again, didn't you...'
'Yup!'
'You really need help...'
'Really I'm fine!'
'Can't you just talk to someone..?'
'I said I'm fine.' His voice starting to glitch out from annoyance.
'I'm going to bed.'
'Oh please, you haven't really slept in years. Max 1 or 2 hours.'
'Shut up.' I'm happy, I'm fine. 'It passes the time.'
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Nightmare lol
Nobody's POV
'I thought I told you not to tell anyone.'
'F-father I'm s-sorry I can explain-' Alastor was cut off as he slapped him.
'No. It's time for your punishment.'
'No, p-please-' Alastor yelped as he slammed him into the ground, hitting him over and over.
'It's not like they would believe you anyway.'
He said, standing up. 'Worthless piece of shit.'
Alastor screamed as he kicked him. Several snapping sounds followed.
'I hate you. I've always hated you.' He snarled at him. He lay on the floor, sobbing.
'Stop crying and smile, you weak mistake.'
He bolted upright, drenched in cold sweat.
'J-just a nightmare...'
He glanced at the clock on his wall. 2:30AM. Great. Now I have to wait for a decent time to 'wake up.'
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The next day
Nobody's POV
He gave himself a once-over in the mirror. Shit. The blood from his wrists and torso leaked through the bandages, staining his PJs. He stripped them off, quickly changing the bandages and putting his clothes on before heading downstairs.
He stepped into the main lobby, a fake smile plastered on his face like always. He looked around and sat in an armchair, waiting for Charlie to come down and tell them what activity she wants them to do today.
She's decided that the hotel will keep working, hopeful that new sinners will come soon. They haven't.
'Good mornin' Al, Lucifer made breakfast by the way.'
He cringed at the thought of consuming anything. He's already fat as is. Not to mention the giant stab wound in his torso, just a lil side note amirite.
'Thanks for the information, Husker dear, but I am quite alright.'
'You sure boss? You haven't eaten since before the battle 3 days ago-'
'I said I'm fine.'
'He's lying-'
'Shut up.'
'Did your staff just talk???' Said Husker.
Angel and Lucifer looked up with interest.
'Yeah, but it has no idea what it's yapping about.'
'Yes I do-'
'CAN YOU STFU? NO ONE ORDERED A YAPPACHINO' Alastor said calmly.
They were interrupted by Vaggie and Charlie coming down the stairs.
'Hey guys! How is everyone feeling today!'
Charlie says.
'Good'
'Pretty good'
'...'
'Well as always, my deer.'
Came the monotone reply.
Charlie runs up to Alastor, grabbing his arm right where he cut himself. He winced, pain shooting through him.
'So Al, I had this great idea for the hotel-'
'DONT TOUCH HIM-' His staff said, worried.( gives: '₴łⱠɆ₦₵Ɇ!!' said Dumbledore calmly' vibes fr)
'Shut up.'
'Did your staff just talk??' Says Charlie.
'Yes, but don't take it seriously, it has no idea what it's saying.'
It sighed.
Vaggie came up to us.
'What are you planning. That staff hasn't talked before. Are you planning to trick us or something? Cause it's not going to work.'
He flinched as she stepped closer. He pulled out of Charlie's grip painfully.
'It just hasn't spoken in front of others yet.'
He said as calmly and with as much of a smile He could force while trying to hold back tears. Vaggie... She reminds me of them, the look in her eyes, how she threatens me, it's... not fair for her... but I can't help it.
Just then, the door of the hotel was opened. 'Hey guys..... I was wondering if I could stay here.....?'
Everybody's heads snap (crack)up as a too-skinny female figure stands in the doorway. 'Cherri?' Charlie and Angel say simultaneously.
'Uhm-'
She is cut off as Angel tackles her with a hug.
'Where have you been? Of course you can stay here!'
Angel bombards her with questions as Alastor sips from his 'Oh deer' mug that he conjured up a few moments ago.
Alastor looks down. Shit. There were faint blood stains on his torso, the blood having leaked through the bandages. Hopefully no one will notice. His suit is already red, right?
'So you've met Alastor, Right Cherri?' Charlie chirps.
'Y-Yeah. Hi.'
Cherri stutters. Alastors eyes narrow. Is she ok? She's too skinny, I can see her bones... and she keeps stuttering... What am I thinking? I'm going soft. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
'Ah yes, Angel's friend. Nice to see you again, my deer.' Alastor says out loud.
His chest is kinda red... Is he ok? Cherri thinks.
'Your chest is kinda red Al, you good?'
'Well if you haven't noticed deer I am wearing a red suit, hahaha!'
'Watch out, she's onto us.'
'Shut up.'
'Did your cane just-'
'Yes.'
'...'
'Anyway, Al, can you show Cherri to her room?' Charlie asks, batting her eyes.
'Sure. Follow me, deer.'
Al leads Cherri up to her room, right next to Angels. Fuck it. Cherri needs help.
'...hey Cherri...'
'Yeah?'
'I noticed that you've been... stuttering a lot... and I don't think you've been eating properly...'
Al hesitated. 'Are you ok?'
Cherri looked up at him, eye wide.
'I don't think I've ever heard you be compassionate before... the thing is, I... miss him-m...'
Cherri says, looking down, eye welling with tears. Sir Pentious...shit. What do I do she's crying do I hug her or something? Al awkwardly wraps his arms around her, wincing as she hugs him back.
'Now you've seen your room, you should eat something.'
'But what about you? You're much skinnier than when I saw you last...'
'Yeah, he hasn't eaten in-'
'OMG CAN YOU STFU YOU DUMB BITCH???'Alastor says calmly.
'Anyway, let's go to the kitchen!' He says, a big smile on his face.
'Now darling, what would you like to eat?'
'Maybe pancakes?'
'Of course deer!'
Al started taking pans down and pouring ingredients in bowls, whisking.
To and fro,
to and fro,
to and fro.
In no time, the pancakes were on the stove, delicious scents filling the air.
'Wow Al! I didn't know you could cook! It smells awesome mate!'
'Thank you my deer.'
A few minutes later, they were finished. Al placed a large stack of fresh pancakes in front of her.
'Now eat your pancakes missy.' (bluds not funny lol)
Al joked, ruffling her hair. Cherri was halfway through her pancakes when Charlie and Vaggie walked into the kitchen.
'Hello my deers, what can I do for you?'
'Hey Al! What are you and Cherri doing?' Charlie says. (you dumb bitch wtf do you think Alastor has a fucking pan on the fucking stove and Cherri is eating fucking pancakes)
'Oh yes. Cherri here was hungry, so I made her some food.'
Charlie was ecstatic. Maybe I can redeem him after all! But after a moment she frowned.
'Are you going to have some?'
'Oh no deer, I'm not hungry.'
'...ok...'
Said Charlie hesitantly. Alastor is getting pretty thin. And were those faint shadows under his eyes? Aww hell nah.
'Well, I'm going to the lobby. Just leave your plate in the sink when you're done, Cherri deer.'
'Ok Al, thanks for the pancakes!'
]Al quickly walked outside the overpopulated room, letting out a deep sigh, and immediately regretting it. He clutched his chest, gasping in pain, hand coming away coated in red. Shit shit shit shit.
'Ok, we need to get help.'
'No, I'm fine.'
'Uhh, your literally bleeding...'
'That is... Irrelevant.'
'Irrelevant my ass.'
'You don't have an ass your a flat ass cane with no bbl lmao.'
'Go change your bandages bro.'
'Fine.'
Al heads upstairs to his room and undoes his bandages. He walks in front of the mirror, and his mouth fell open in shock. His wound had reopened and was gushing out blood. I'm not going to last a day like this...
'You need stitches.'
'Good idea...'
He gets out some string and a needle. He's no expert at this, despite having done it multiple times before. He winces as he plunges the needle into his chest. In and out. In and out.
to and fro,
to and fro,
to and fro.
He looks in the mirror, his furry chest pulled together with irregular threads.
'It'll do for now.' He says to himself.
He was about to walk outside when something caught his eye. His pill bottle. Fuck it. He grabs it and swallows some, not bothering to read the directions. Suddenly, his cut didn't seem so bad anymore. He smiled wider, relaxed with this new sense of false happiness.
Alastor exited his room, smiling widely, and headed downstairs, only to be greeted by Angel Dust.
'Hey Smiles... I noticed that your chest was red... Like blood... are you ok?'
Alastors eyebrows shot off his head.
'Your... asking me.. if I'm ok?'
'Yeah?' Angel said, looking down into the shocked overlord's eyes. Alastor smiled, more genuine this time, and answered,
'I'm ok. Thank you.'
'Course my guy.'
Alastor watched as Angel slauntered down the hall. Maybe he does care... He thought. Who was he kidding? Probably not... Al sighed and followed him, entering the lobby and joining Niffty on the ground next to the fire.
'Hello Niffty, how are you on this fine day?'
'Oh so good alastor, they're letting me put on a roach puppet show tonight!'
'Is that so darling? Well I'll be sure to show up.'
'Oh thank you sir!'
Alastor smiled fondly.
They sat side by side for a while, until Niffty decided to climb on Alastors head.
'You can stay up there niff, but I have to do some things, so don't fall off.'
'Yes sir!
They walked into the kitchen, where Alastor started cleaning the dishes from yesterday.
He scrubbed them methodically. Round and round round and round, like he had been taught to, or forced to, as a child.
To and fro,
to and fro,
to and fro.
He was about to put a plate down when his stomach spasmed, taking all of his willpower to keep a straight face as all his senses kept screaming pain pain pain.
'Is sir ok?' Niffty said from his head.
'O-of course darling.' What could have happened? Was it something he ate- oh.
The pills... I took too many. Fucking worth it. He felt emotions for a short while, mainly happy, instead of the numb pain he normally felt. A small price to pay...
'Ouch...'
'What happened Mr Alastor's Cane?'
'My-'
'Stfu' Alastor said quickly.
Alastor sighed, finishing putting the dishes on the drying rack, when suddenly he felt a familiar sensation. He couldn't help it anymore, he needed to-to...
No no no not now
'Niffty, I'm going to my room, you have to get off now.'
'Yes sir! See you at the puppet show!'
Alastor walked away quickly, just making it to his room before it came out completely.