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Sharp as a Sword

Chapter 1

During a mishap in gym class, Hazel tells Dev that she hopes he goes to hell.

As she tries to apologize for what she said, Dev wishes for himself, Hazel, and their fairy godparents to get sent to hell at that very instant.

Well, this is going to be interesting.

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Today was a weird day.

A very weird day.

Today was a weird day for Hazel, for Dev, and for everyone else involved. The day started off normal, with the kids going to school with their fairy godparents disguised as different school supplies on each of the desks: Cosmo was a pen, Wanda was an eraser, and Peri was white out- mainly due to the fact that Dev had stated that pencils were for… “poor people…?”

It was midway through the day, and the two were in gym class. The kids were instructed to work together to climb a rope- with one holding the end, keeping it sturdy as the other one used the knots tied throughout the rope to climb up.

Dev and Hazel were paired up, to Devs over exaggerated and not-actually-unhappy dismay.

He would never admit it, but he had grown rather fond of Hazel Wells during the last couple of weeks…

All started well as Dev held the bottom of the rope as Hazel climbed, keeping it as sturdy as he can. He was very focused on the task at hand until he heard a ringing from his pocket… he tried to ignore it, as he wanted to focus on the rope- but it got too loud for him to handle. He let go of the rope, his… dad…?

his dad was calling him…?

He answered the phone, smiling- not noticing Hazel starting to slip. He didn’t notice Hazel struggling as he realized that his dad hung up without saying a word… what…?

butt dial…

“DEV!” Hazels voice broke him out of his thoughts…

“Hazel..?” Hazel was on the ground now, seemingly had either jumped off or climbed down the rope without him keeping it sturdy for her. A sharp guilt buried itself within his heart as he looked at her walk towards him.

“Dev!” She yelled, “What the heck, man!”

“Hazel, I’m sorry… my dad-“

“I had to climb down, all by myself- no thanks to you… I hope you go to hell-“ she stopped herself- realizing what she has said. She looked at him, his face hung- dumbfounded.

“I-“

“DEV IM SO SORRY IM SO-“ she cried running towards him, going to envelope him into a big hug before he stops her.

“No, you’re right.”

“… what?” Hazel looked at him, genuinely confused.

“You’re right, in fact- PERI!”

The white out- turned purple headphones morphed into his fairy form, looking at dev- confused, but also knowing the kid was going to make a stupid decision.

“Peri, I wish we were all in hell. All of us. In hell. Now.” Dev said, looking at the purple fairy.

“… what?” The young fairy stutters. “Dev… I- I’m not sure that is a good-“

“Does it look like I care?” The kid yelled, starring daggers into Peri. Peri gulped and waved his wand.

“As you wish… kid…”

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Hazel opened her eyes to see red sky… what…? Where was she? She looked beside her, and saw Cosmo and Wanda… they looked- different?

Cosmo had bigger wings… they were huge. The wings were gold and white and feathery- and he had two spheres intertwined with each other that surrounded his head. The two spheres were covered in eyeballs, the same shade of green that Cosmo has been known for. A hot, golden glow radiated off of him.

Wanda looked relatively the same, but also had bigger wings: feathery and angled- the feathers looked to be as sharp as a sword. She also seemed to have an eye on her chest- a big eye, maybe the size of a baseball

What was going on?

She looked around, noticing that they looked like they were in an abandoned alleyway. She looked up and saw a poster.

It seemed to be a furry creature- it was white and fluffy, and posed in what Hazel could only imagine as underwear.

“Angel Dust- one night only… Is that like Patty Possum for grown ups?” She heard a voice ask, she looked behind her and saw Dev and Peri, Peri looked relatively the same but instead of his small fairy wings he was now sporting 6 beautiful wings- 3 on each side, colored in purple, gold, and white. He was also taller- she assumed that the 3 of them were in their human forms with these… add ons?

Her attention went back to her godparents, who were still knocked out.

“Wanda…? Cosmo…?” She softly called out. She watched as Wanda slowly opened her eyes… looking around, before her eyes went wide…

“No… no no no.”

“What?” The kids, including Peri- asked in unison.

“These forms… we’re not supposed to show these forms… we’re never supposed to show these forms…”

“What do you mean?”

“We are not supposed to-“ she is cut off by the voice of a woman.

“Oh dear! What do we have here!” A sweet voice called out, thick with a rich New York Accent.

They looked over to see the silhouette of a woman near the entrance of the alleyway- she had a big hat and an umbrella, and smelt of roses and vanilla,

“Hi Ma’am, where are we?” Hazel asked cautiously.

“Oh darling, dontcha know? You’re in hell! Seems like you’re new meat, huh?”

The woman noticed the tense vibe, and watched as the two kids just stared at each other. She sighed and then frowned sorrowfully. She always felt bad for newbies, being that they just died and must be lost and confused.

“Oh don’t be scared,�� she said sadly “the first day is tough- I know, but it will get better, I tell ya!”

“Who are you…?” Dev asked cautiously, walking towards the woman- Hazel and Peri not far behind. Wanda stays behind to take care of an almost awake Cosmo Cosma.

“I’m Rosie Darling! Oh aren’t you a sweet thing! The acid rain is about to start, why don’t you come back to the colony and I can get you guys settled.” She smiled. The two kids and Peri stared at each other, before reluctantly agreeing.

“Wonderful!” She cheered, looking genuinely happy and trustworthy, The group followed not far behind her, with Wanda carrying Cosmo bridal style with a blanket covering his head. Only god knows what is on that blanket, but at that particular moment she found it not important nor did she care.

“I have a friend that will be just dying to meet all of you when we get to my shop! He’s may seem a little stand off ish and unsettling at first, but he’s a little teddy bear once you get to know him!”

Hazel and Dev looked at each other once again.

This is going to be fun.

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I was playing around with character AI and apparently Alastor played Melchior Gabor in spring awakening at the ripe age of 16 🤭🤩🫶

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hells favorite sexual confused and exhausted duo taking a little nap because Alastor probably hadn’t slept since the stock market crash of 1929

I am in no ways an artist, so if anyone wants to redraw this feel free to do so.

Alastors new found humanness leads him to have needs and desires he didn’t feel like he needed before, and one of those new found needs is sleep. Poor guy hadn’t slept in nearly a century

But yeah I’m bored and finals are almost done so I’m gonna start pumping out human again content again, so if anyone has any questions leave them in my inbox!

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More human again AU bs

(the two are sitting at the bar at the hotel)

Angel: Hey smiles, I have a quick question

Alastor: hm…?

Angel: well… you look pretty young… and I was just wondering… how old were you when you died…? IMSORRYIKNOWIDIED10YEARSAFTERYOUBUTINEVERKNEWHOWOLDYOUACTUALLYWEREWHENYOUDIEDPLEASEDONTKILLMEWHENYOUGETYOURPOWERSBACK

Alastor: … I don’t see why this is important, angel dust

Angel: I’m sorry, I was just curious

Alastor: I was 37

Angel: …

Angel: THERES NO FUCKING WAY… THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL THAT YOU ARE 2 YEARS OLDER THAN ME.

Alastor: I have been around longer then you have, angel

Angel: I DIED AT 35! THERES NO WAY YOU DIED WHEN YOU WERE TWO YEARS OLDER THAN ME!

Alastor: I am still older than you, dear

Angel: STILL!

Husk: I need a fucking drink and a balcony

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I was thinking about how the residents of the hotel would had reacted to Alastor’s human form in my human again AU LOL

Angel: So… Al… what’s with the hair?

Alastor: What do you mean, dear?

Angel: like no offense, but like it’s so curly- and when you were a demon it was always straight and in that fuck ass bob so like do you like-

Alastor: I straightened it.

Angel: … what?

Alastor: Every morning I straightened it.

Angel: I… okay-

Alastor: what..? why are you looking at me like that?

Angel: no reason… it’s just…

Alastor: hm…?

Angel: … KEEP THE CURLY HAIR PLEASE

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Human Again

Chapter 7

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Alastor and Angel continue to talk about their lives, Alastor makes a discovery and Angel thinks he could get used to this new version of the former demon

AN: I’m sorry this is so late I’ve been busy but here is an update!

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Shit.

There was no way... Right?

“Well, Angel Dust-” the man started speaking again- quiet and more composed than before, as if the idea of changing the subject was appealing to him. This broke Angel out of his train of thought, which he was thankful for.

“Since we are on the topic of sharing life stories, why don't you tell me about yourself?”

“Me...? I-” The spider stuttered through his words, unsure of what to say. “Well, there's not really much that is interesting about me if i am be-”

“Nonsense!” the curly haired man replied, his smile bright as he sat up from his seat, resting his arms on his knees- leaning towards the demon who was standing in front of him. “I bet there is a lot worth mentioning my dear, tell me about your life!” Alastor explained enthusiastically, patting the cushion next to him, inviting Angel to sit next to him on the couch.

“Well, I was born in Brooklyn, that part of New York City that everyone is afraid of- and my family was poor… like- poor poor, so we had resulted in gang activity by joining the Italian mob to try to make a living because for people like us at that time, it wasn't easy for us to find jobs…”

“Really?” Alastor questioned, shocked.

“Yeah… there's a lot more behind the porn star persona toots,” Angel chuckled, resting his forearms on his knees, and looking down at the floor.

“And as we both know, being gay during the 20s and 30s was… not particularly ideal, so I needed to keep it on the downlow- not only to protect myself, but to protect my family as well. The only one that really knew and understood was my sister Molly… Oh, that girl was the embodiment of heaven if it was smushed together and placed into the body of a young girl…”

He remembered himself, Anthony, aged 20- playing with his younger sister, aged 16 on the streets of Manhattan... he smiled at the memory with teary eyes.

Alastor took note of Angels face, reminiscent and grieving. Al smiled, and grabbed the spider's face, turning his head so he would have to look him in the eye. “She seems like she would have been lovely, deary.”

“She was…” Angel sighed, putting his own hand on Alastor's, keeping it on his cheek. “I have no doubt she had made it into heaven. How could a soul like hers not?”

“I bet that my mother is taking good care of her up there.” Al smiled, rubbing his thumb against the spider cheek.

“I have no doubt about it… I just wish I would have seen her grow up…” Angel's breath hitched as his heartbeat started to race. He felt tears well up in his eyes, threatening to fall.

“Stupid drugs.”

The spider felt himself become encapsulated by warmth as he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around him. He dug his face into the other man's chest… causing a yelp of pain to come from the former demon. Angel noticed the other man wincing and backed away quickly.

“Shit, sorry Smiles.” The demon said frantically.

“It's perfectly okay my dear, it's just all these newfound emotions made me forget about this big… issue… I have going on.” Alastor reassuringly, chuckling while he looked down at himself, inspecting his chest, blushing in embarrassment.

Embarrassment… that's a new thing for the Radio Demon.

“Everything's so new to me… I feel so- different…” Alastor said, looking down at his hands. “So human, even more human than I did when I was alive.” He sighed and ran his hands through his curly brown hair.

“It's overwhelming isn't it-”

“Very much so, sweetheart.”

“You don't need to be strong all the time, Alastor.”

Once again, the former deer felt his smile tremble and threated to fall.

Suddenly, Angel placed his hand on Alastor's knee. Alastor's back straightened from a hunch as he looked Angel in the eyes. Angel remained silent, just smiling at the man, rubbing the man's knee with his thumb in circular motions.

What is this feeling? Alastor's cheeks flushed as he looked away, getting lost in his thoughts. He wasn't a fan of physical touch usually- if not ever, but this was different. This, even though he didn't want to admit it, this he liked.

Oh god, why was the physical touch so appetizing? Was he really that touch starved?

Angel noticed this, his cheeks instantly blushing as he realized that Alastor might be enjoying the physical contact, he inched closer to the man next to him.

“When was the last time you allowed someone to do this to you, Al?” Angel asked, softly but curiously. He watched Alastor stiffen at the question… Okay, maybe a little too soon for that question.

“Um... I…” Alastor became flustered, bringing his hands up to his face in embarrassment.

“Shit… I'm sorry, I know you don-” Angel began to remove his hand from Alastor's knee, but the human hand grabbed it before he was able to remove it.

“Don't stop.” The brown eyed man said, looking at the spider with watery eyes.

“I- Okay…”

“It's been… years…” Alastor looked down, his cheeks as red as a tomato. He began to feel his body and mind stirring with unfamiliar feelings.

Angel looked at the man in shock… He knows he had been absent for 7 years for only god knows what, but he had not welcomed physical touch from anyone in years? Angel shook his head, taking a moment to process- as his hand subconsciously continued to move up his leg to his thigh. He felt Alastor squirm at the touch, raising his hand to his mouth. He began to wonder if Alastor's demon form had prevented him from feeling any human needs or desires…

But God, did the curly haired human look adorable squirming from the littlest touches to his body. Alastor, the radio demon, would have never allowed this- let alone let Angel Dust survive after attempting this, but Alastor the human?

Angel thinks he could get used to this.

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Human Again

Chapter 6

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Angel and Alastor talk, and Alastor Opens Up.

Angel makes a discovery.

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Alastor looked around his new radio tower. It had the same spark and feel as his older one, but seemed to be a lot more modernized. Gold accents littered the walls, red vines hung from the ceiling. On the far right side of the studio was a huge console, perfect for broadcasting his radio shows, and on the far left was a comfy couch stained blood red, modernized but also still retro, just the way Alastor liked it. Alastor stood and took in everything he was seeing. Even though they didn’t know that he was alive, they still took the time to rebuild his precious tower.

Even though he could have been dead, they still made it for him regardless.

Why?

“Hey, smiles..?” Angel asked, tapping on the man’s shoulder. “You okay? You’ve been kind of.. standing there for a hot moment.”

Alastor sighed, then smiled, wiping the now dried tears off of his cheek. The walk to the tower had been relatively silent, besides the occasional sniffles and hiccups from the former deer man. Alastor ran his hand through his curly locks and turned his head to face the spider, who was directly next to him.

“Why?”

Angel paused.

“What do you mean Al?”

“Why did you do this?” Alastor asked softly, he turned away from Angel and looked down at the ground, his hands started fidgeting.

His hands hadn’t done that in nearly 90 years.

“I mean, I could of been dead… I should have been dead- I… I…” the man stuttered, he dropped the smile once more as he began to scratch his arms in attempt to ground himself- to gain control once more. “You guys didn’t know that I was alive, and you still rebuilt this for me… why?”

Angels breath hitched at the vulnerability that was radiating from the former demon, no one knows what truly happened to him- but one thing is for sure, his stubborn ass has suddenly become capable of ‘human emotions.’

or as close to human emotions as a psychopath could have.

“Huh,” Angel softly chuckled, “seems like the stick has finally shot out your ass, huh smiles?”

Alastor shot him a glance, tears in his eyes.

“You know I don’t understand your… millennial, gen.. f y z- whatever it is terminology, Angel Dust.”

“Al, we lived around the same time, I died like 10 years after you-“ Angel looked down to see the man’s hands scraping away at the skin on his already scared forearms- each scratch leaving a new red mark on his tanned skin.

How did he get those scars? He has always been covered up, showing even the slightest amount of skin is seen as scandalous on him.

But that isn’t important, the important thing right now is comforting his… friend…?

Angel moved to stand in front of Alastor, and softly grazed his hand on top of the others. The man’s hands were warm and clammy- yet soft and strong. He grabbed the man’s hand, preventing it from doing any more damage to his forearm, and squeezed it tight, he could feel the man’s hands shake in his grip, so he began to attempt to soothe him by running his thumb up and down across the soft skin of his outer hand. This seemed to work well enough, as he was able to see the man in front of him begin to relax.

God, he looks actually… really adorable…? Angel thought to himself as he used his other hand to grab Alastors other hand, holding them in front of him, between the two men. He squeezed both of the man’s hands.

“I know you’re scared Smiles, and that is okay. If any of us were in your situation, we would be scared too.” His glance moved from the hands that separated the two, to the man in front of him- making eye contact with Alastors brown eyes.

“And we rebuilt your tower because we care about you, and we wanted to you have something familiar to come back to when you came back to the hotel, whether that had to take weeks, months, or even years. We did it not because we felt bad, but because we care about you. We want you to feel comfortable and we all knew deep down that even if you didn’t show it, or even think about it directly- we knew, and I think you know too, that you do deeply care about this hotel, whether you believe in Charlie’s dream of redeeming sinners or not. We know deep down you wouldn’t give up on us, so we will never give up on you- whether your the radio demon, or your true self.”

Angel moved his left hand from Alastors, and placed it on his chest.

“And I believe that this experience has allowed you to finally figure out who you are again, rather than the image of what you want people to think you are.”

Alastor stared at Angel, mouth wide open and glistening with tears, he looked away from the spider.

“My mother always used to tell me “We just gotta think good thoughts and hope that everything passes. A smile is a valuable tool, it assures that through anything that comes our way- we will always be the ones in control,” My mother was my best friend. You know, people like me weren’t treated very well during my time of living, dear. It was really her and me against the world.”

Alastor sighed, and used his newly free hand to wipe some stray tears that had escaped.

“When she died, I promised her that I would never let me feel inferior ever again. And that’s exactly what happened, in life- and in death. I became a smiling psychopath in life, just like many of the people that were brought down here, but down here I had become a monster, and there’s no redeeming that.”

Alastor sadly chuckled, as Angel listened, watching his face as he opened up. He was nearly unrecognizable.

“Even though I don’t want to admit it, occasionally I do think about what she would think of me… heh, she would probably think I was a monster, which is reasonable. She would probably be pissed off at the fact that I have used the radio accent for nearly 90 years.”

“Radio accent?” Angel asked, was the transatlantic accent not his actually accent? What?

“Yes, this is not my original accent- I have just spoke long enough with this one that I had practically forgotten how to speak in my natural voice. I grew up in a Creole family in Louisiana, which is surprising considering how I looked as a demon. I tried so hard to… as kids these days would say, “white wash” myself in order to fit in more with the people around us, which I seemed to be eternally cursed with once I got to hell… the white wash, the smile, the accent, the works.” Alastor chuckled, running his hands, once again through his curly locks.

“Being back in this body brings back some… conflicting feelings, especially when it comes to my life and death. It feels like reverse puberty.” Alastor sighed, finally escaping the grip of Angel Dust- finding the nearest chair to him- which happened to be the blood red couch, and practically fell into it.

Angel watched as the man’s hair bounced with the movement with his head, how his smile began to slightly resurface- showcasing his pink lips. He watched as the man’s eyes fluttered closed as he sighed, finally relaxing after a while. He took note of the man’s shirt, half undone- and his sleeves rolled up half wa-

Oh no.

No. No. No.

Angel can’t.

Or maybe, just possibly he has changed enough.

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Human Again

Chapter 5

A/N: I was asked if art could be made of this story, and the answer is of course! Just tag me lol, thank you all for the support <3

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The Cat, Spider, Fallen Angel, Princess, and Radio Demon- turned human sat in silence within the midsts of Alastors room. Alastor sat on the bed, dumbfounded by what just happened. I am the radio demon, he thought to himself. There is no way I just made a deal with the Princess of hell. He ran a hand through his curly locks before he felt a pinch in his chest.

Fuck, he thought to himself, leaning over in pain, clutching his chest as some sort of support and stability. The 4 demons looked his way, concern plastered all over their faces. Well what was he going to do about it now? He was injured, and he was human, and he was bound to Charlie Morningstar- what was there for him to do but sit and pray that he morphs back into his old self soon.

“Al, you gotta be careful,” Charlie states, walking over to where the brown eyed man is sitting. “You’re not a demon anymore, it’s gonna take more time to heal. You have to rest.”

“yeah, yeah- I kn-“ Alastor tried to get up, but felt the chain around his neck tighten, making his breath hitch.

“Rest.”

“Okay, fine.” The man obeyed, throwing his hands up in surrender- taking a seat back on the bed. He brought his hands up to his neck as if the force had caused him to choke. Everyone watched in shock as the mans smile began to falter, before placing itself back on his sweaty face. They noticed the tear stains that dragged down his face, dried up- but still there.

What the hell happened?

I need to get out, Alastor thought to himself. He needs to get to his radio tower. His radio tower is safe, and he guesses that even Charlie Morningstar is …relatively safe. But he doesn’t want to be bombarded with questions about his change in appearance, or god forbid his lack of powers.

And if in all holy hell if some delinquent decides to mention his scrawny-

“So…” Angel starts, “this has been a very interesting day- huh Smiles?”

“Very much so, Angel Dust.” Alastor replied, pulling himself out of deep thought- rolling his eyes. His hands stay on and massage on his neck wide eyed at the fact that Charlie had, and was capable of using such power.

“So do you still have your powers?”

“I don’t know, Angel Dust.”

“Are you like… fully human now?”

“Seems so, Angel Dust.” Alastors grin turned into a scowl.

“Can I see your-“

“OKAYYYY-“ Vaggie interrupts, sighing and bringing her hand up to her forehead, massaging her temples, noticing Alastor become increasingly uncomfortable.

Human Alastor seemed to be way more predictable. Maybe even more emotional- which was weird to think about considering how cold hearted he had seemed to be.

“Boss, what the fuck?” Husk cried out, walking closer to the bed- examining every inch of the overlords new body. He still felt the chains around his neck, so he obviously still had some sort of power- or maybe it was similar to how humans sell their souls to the devil? He had no fucking clue.

“Yeah Smiles, you were an injured human in the midst of hell for three days, your vulnerable state could have gotten you killed.” Angel crossed both sets of his arms. His brows furrowed.

“I can assure you both, I am perfectly fine. As soon as I get back to normal I will be ruling my territory in no time.” Alastor smile returned to its normal sharp toothy grin, yellow sharp teeth replaced with white polished ones. It looked so wrong- seeing the radio demon look so… clean?

“Yeah Yeah, sure you will.” Vaggie intruded. “Listen, it’s not safe out there- I’m assuming that’s why you and… Charlie… made that deal.” Vaggie walked closer to the bed, to stand next to Husk. “So we will be watching over you for the time being, making sure no one tries to do any… funny business.”

“Such as the Vees?” Husk asked.

“Exactly. Vox has already broadcasted the fight all over the news-”

“He what?” Alastor looked up, his eyes staring daggers into Vaggie.

Vox did… what? How many people knew? … who knew. Is this why Charlie wanted to own his soul? To protect him from… him.

Alastor sighed, not listening anymore- noticeably pissed off at the fact that he most likely needed, and would be… forced… to accept this help. Especially if he wanted to hide himself from… unwanted interactions.

“Well what are we gonna do? Keep him indoors like a caged dog?” Angel added, finding his way next to Alastor on the bed- who seemed to be deep in thought.

He examined the overlord. His brown hair was so bouncy, each curl so perfect and defined. His face was tan and seemingly soft with blushed cheeks and little freckles… Alastor stared forward at the wall, seeming disassociated- staring into nothingness- but maintaining a small, quivering smirk. He looked at the man’s pink lips, glossy from sweat and possibly tears from before. The man’s white dress shirt was 3/4 of the way buttoned, showing a little bit of his skin underneath. The shirt was a little see through, so he was able to see the bandages underneath. He looked so normal. So… enticing. So-

No he can’t. This is the Radio Demon, having thoughts like that would be absolutely foolish.

He was deep in his thoughts until he heard the sounds of deep breathing from the man, taking him away from his thoughts and onto the face of the radio host- he seemed to be deep in thought, but whatever he was thinking about seemed to not be very great by the way that his brows furrowed, and how his smirk tensed- as if it was ready to fall any moment. The man’s eyes seemed glossy.

Well, this is new.

“Smiles, Hey Smiles- you okay?” Angel asked, inching his way closer to the man. He knew that Alastor didn’t like to be touched, but he took it upon himself to take a leap of faith and place his hand on the man’s shoulder. The man was sweating, and with the sudden contact his breath hitched.

“Alastor?”

If he was still a demon, there would be radio dials in the man’s eyes, but when his eyes met the eyes of Angels, all Angel saw was big, brown eyes staring back at him. Angry, Scared, Weak.

The man’s smile trembled, then fell.

This whole scene looked wrong.

He took his eyes off of Alastor to see if anyone else was paying attention, if anyone else had seen what he had just witnessed, but they were too busy trying to figure out what to do with the former Radio Demon. Alastor looked like he was about to lose it.

“What’s going on Al?” Angel asked softly.

Alastor looked away, tightening his fists until they turned red. He looked like he was about to cry. He looked like he was going to either start puking, or hyperventilating- and Angel did not know which one it would be.

“I need my powers… I need something… I can’t… I need to get the fuck out of here.” The man said quietly- his voice breaking. The spider knew that if the man did have his powers, he would be ripping the room apart right now.

“Do you want me to take you to your new tower?”

Alastor hesitated for a moment, before responding- staring into angels eyes as a noticeably unwanted tear rolled down his cheek.

“If that’s okay dear, yes.”

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Human Again

Chapter 4

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Alastor felt the needle repeatedly pierce into his skin, he winced at the pain initially- but then allowed himself to relax and allow Charlie to do her work. Charlie seemed to know what she was doing, and from what he was seeing- she looked fairly experienced in the field.

“Alright Al, I’m done.” Charlie said, as she finished stitching up the last piece of skin. “I will warn you though, this injury was caused by angelic steel- so it may take a while to heal.” Alastor sighed at this, lifting an arm to run it through his hair as comfort.

“I don’t know if it holds true for humans though- which begs me to ask…”

“You’re gonna ask why I’m human again.” Alastor sighed, removing his hand from his hair and resting it in his lap.

“Uh… yeah.” Charlie said as she began to gather the supplies in order to put them back in the first aid kit.

“Honestly dear, I have no idea- one thing led to another, leading Adam to send a beam of light towards me, breaking my microphone. The rest is history sweetheart.” Alastor looked away for a moment, then back at Charlie. “Don’t worry about me, darling.”

“So… he struck you with angelic light, broke your microphone, and then by then you were already human?”

“Yes.” He replied. Charlie looked shocked, this was unheard of in both heaven and hell. It was unheard of for a winner, or sinner to transform back into their human state after their death.

“Charlie, sweetheart- you don’t need to-“

“What? Worry about you?” Charlie yelled, Alastor leaned back in shock, the smile awkwardly creeping its way back onto his face as a sign of discomfort at the sudden outburst, Charlie’s eyes turned a shade of red, with red horns sticking out of her temples behind her bangs.

“You go off to face Adam- one of the greatest forces in heaven alone, you go missing for days without any word, and you come back as a fucking human with a huge gash on your chest- and you expect us not to be worried about you?” Charlie yelled, her eyes welling up with tears- tears of anger.

“So sorry if we seem a little worried, what the FUCK were you thinking Al?” She screamed in his face. “Now you’re a human here in hell…”

The look in her eyes made the radio hosts skin crawl. the venom. the pain.

He didn’t want to admit it, but it made him feel bad. It made him feel bad for making her feel like that, the girl that she saw as his own daughter. He felt bad for making her think she had lost him.

“I’m sorry Charlie…” Alastor looked down into his lap. He felt Charlie use her hand to raise his head again, to make him look at her. He watched as Charlie’s eyes went back to normal, and her horns shrink- still visible, but less prominent.

“It’s fine.”

“I really am- I’m sorry I hid away for so long.”

“It’s fine, Alastor.”

“Dear I-“

“Let’s make a deal.” Charlie said plainly. Alastor looked at her with wide eyes as she reached out her hand, a red glow surrounding it.

“You will allow us to help you, and you won’t do any of that stupid shit again. In return, you give me your soul so I can protect you while you are a human here in hell, until we are able to get you to your former state.”

“… Charlie, I don’t know if I can do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m the one that collects souls, remember?” He smiled nervously. Charlie stepped forward again, her horns becoming more prominent as her hand remains outstretched in front of her, omitting a red glow.

“What’s the true reason, alastor?”

“Because I-“ wait, Alastor thought to himself. If he sold his soul to Charlie, would his other contract become nullified due to her being the princess of hell- and being a hellborn? He doubts that the sweet princess Morningstar would do anything to harm him, she wasn’t the type to do that. Maybe she will be his chance to escape the hands of the woman that owns him.

“Deal.” Alastor takes the hand, and shakes it- feeling a pulse of energy pulse through his veins as he watches the walls of the room become incapsulated with red veins, looking like a poisonous plant.

He felt a chain be wrapped around his neck, not too tight- not too loose. He looked down to see a red chain, a red chain that connected his neck to the wrist of Charlie Morningstar.

——————

“Come on man, you have to admit- he is a little bi-“ Angel teased, gesturing at the cat next to him.

“No.” Husk stated firmly. “He’s not hot, he’s not cute, he’s my boss and that’s it.”

“Guys please-“ Vaggie states before she gets interrupted by a burst of red energy blasting its way throughout the room. The residents of the hotel watch as red veins creep their ways up the wall, they all knew what this meant.

“Shit- Charlie!” Vaggie says as she begins to sprint up the stairs leading to the hallway the radio demons room resided in, the rest were soon to follow.

————

The red veins begin to settle down as they begin to hear knocking at the door. Alastor lets go of Charlie’s hand. He is sweating- his whole body is hot.

A contract appears infront of Alastor with a quill, a contract stating that his soul will be under the ownership of Princess Charlie Morningstar until the day comes that he is back to his normal self.

He signs. He signs his full name.

Alastor Anderson.

“Charlie? Charlie! Alastor? Open the fucking door!” They heard a voice call out. It was Vaggie. Charlie’s horns shrank to become non existent as she looked up at alastor in fear. The man in front of her looked beat up and tired, his face tear stained and his curly hair all messy- yet his infamous smile remained.

“Al, go sit down, rest. Please.” The former deer mumbled in protest, before accepting his fate and going to sit on his bed. Charlie went to go open the door. When she opened the door, she was met with 3 familiar faces.

The concerned faces of Vaggie, Husk, and Angel Dust.

“Babe, what the fuck happened? What was with the red veins?” Vaggie questioned her girlfriend.

“Yeah, that was creepy as fuck.” Angel added

“Seemed like someone made a deal.” Husk stated. Charlie sighed, before explaining what happened.

“Alastor and I made a-“

“Babe, you made a deal with him 4 days ago!” Vaggie exclaimed, putting a hand on her girlfriends shoulder.

“I know. But this is different, something that has never happened to me before.” Charlie looked down, putting a hand on vaggies hand that currently resided on her shoulder.

“I own Alastors soul.”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” The angel, cat and spider exclaimed at the same time. Charlie looked back at the man sitting on the bed, looking down at his hands- fidgeting.

Alastor was usually very still, he must have been very nervous.

“I promised to protect him- but to do that he needed to give me his soul since he is currently a human. It’s not safe for humans to wonder around hell by themselves…” Charlie sighed.

“I suppose you’re right… but you remember who were talking about right?” Vaggie put her other hand on Charlie’s other shoulder. “This is the radio demon. The most powerful overlord on this side of the pentagram.”

“Vaggie.” Charlie sighed, “something about him has changed… I don’t know what it is, but I see something in him- something, redeemable.”

“something… almost human?” Angel interrupts.

“Yes exactly.”

“Huh, I didn’t know he was capable of that.” Husk chuckles. “Boss has always had a stick up his ass, you know.”

“Well it seems like Alastor’s fight with Adam has pulled it a little further out of his ass.”

This is the radio demon we’re talking about. Vaggie thought to herself as she eyed the curly haired figure sitting on the bed.

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Human Again

Chapter 3

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Charlie watched the man infront of her practically internally fall apart with a matter of seconds, she noticed his breathing beginning to become heavy as he started to chuckle to himself, looking down as he started muttering words she couldn’t quite understand. The former radio demon moved his arms close to his chest, as if he was trying to hide himself from the world- but yet that signature smile was still plastered on his face.

“Al….” She spoke his name softly, with no response from the other.

“Alastor.” She spoke louder, still soft but with a stern underwater that showed that she was being serious. Alastor looked up with teary eyes.

“I’m sorry dear, a little hiccup- that’s all!” the man spoke, stretching out his smile more in an attempt to hide his panic.

“Okay, this looks pretty bad- but I’m going to stitch you up, is that okay?” Charlie asked, Alastor started at her with wide eyes for a moment, before sighing and reluctantly agreeing.

“Alright, I have supplies in the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” She got up from the floor turning her back to the injured radio host, before turning her head back towards him.

“Dont. Move.”

“I-“

“Don’t. Move.” She spoke again, stern enough to even make the radio demon feel taken back. “Rest, lay back and relax. We both know you need it.” She spoke before walking out the door, closing it behind her leaving the man alone with his thoughts. His terribly human thoughts.”

Alastor hated looking pathetic- and weak. He had built up this whole persona, being one of the strongest and most feared overlords in all of hell, and now all of that power he has acquired over nearly 90 years had gone away within an instant- leaving him as an empty shell of what he once was and what he was once capable of.

And now he’s left in this body- this body he had hated the entirety of his human existence.

Alastor had always been a scrawny kid, even in life he had always been thin- too thin for his liking. He had never been one to have much of an appetite in life. Yes, he was stocky- and had muscles from years of digging holes on his family’s farm- and he had caught the eyes of many girls, and boys throughout the years due to his magnificent looks (not like he would be interested in either, like Rosie said he is an ‘ace in the hole’.)

To others, he was beauty, but to him, he had always been a kid who was skin and bones. A broken skeleton.

He hated this, he hated looking weak, and he especially hated feeling bare and exposed.

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“Calm down, Carl. Please.” A woman spoke from the other side of the table, begging her husband to calm down. The man got up abruptly.

“I’m going outside.” the man spoke, kicking his chair, heading out of the dining room- but not without forgetting his bottle. The woman sighed sadly before putting her focus back on her distraught son. She watched him tremble as tears welled in his eyes.

“Bambi- you gotta eat something, you’re skin and bones honey.” The woman spoke softly, gesturing towards the bowl of jambalaya infront of hun. The woman wore a beautiful gown, and sported beautiful brown curly hair that rode its way down her back, close to her waist.

“I’m not hungry.” The boy whimpered, he looked down at his trembling palms, which now resides in his lap.

“Al, honey- look at me” she spoke as she lifted up his chin. The boy was dressed in a white dress shirt, brown dress pants- and a red apron. The boy looked up at his mother with big brown doe eyes and brown curly hair, a couple of strands being stuck behind his round framed glasses.

“In situations like this, we gotta keep our hopes up- okay?” She spoke softly, moving her hand from his chin to his cheek, caressing it softly. “We just gotta think good thoughts and hope that everything passes, a smile is a valuable tool my dear, it assures that through anything that comes our way- we will always be the ones in control”

“now smile for me honey, it will be okay. You’re never fully dressed without one.” She said as she got up from the table, heading outside to chase after her husband- leaving her son at the table, alone.

the boy looked down at his arms- pale, ragety and scarred. He put on his best smile- grabbed the knife he used to make his family’s meal, and headed to the bathroom.

——————

Alastor sighed as he relaxed his arms into his lap, waiting for Charlie to return with the medical supplies. Even though he knew he was technically in his own body, it still felt foreign. He felt powerless. He felt… human.

And that feeling is both a blessing, and a curse. A curse, especially for the radio demon.

He looked down at his bare arms, the formally black claws that faded to grey skin- now a tan, flesh tone, his arms, specifically his lower arms littered in the scars that reminded him both of his physical, and emotional battles. The battles that he had nearly forgotten about, the emotions that he claimed made him weaker. made him prey. And prey is exactly what Alastor, the all mighty radio demon, became.

“Al, I’m back!…Al?” He heard, he looked up and saw Charlie, looking concerned, standing in front of him with a first aid kit. He hadn’t even noticed that she had walked in.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Al spoke softly, his smile on the brink of breaking. He had also nearly forgotten about the big laceration across his chest.

“Honestly dear, I had nearly forgotten about the injury.” he chuckled, glancing down at his chest. Charlie noticed his brown doe eyes, big and glistening with tears threatening to fall. He looked so… innocent? She sighed as she knelt down in front of him, placing the first aid kit next to her- and places her hand on his cheek.

“Alastor, it’s okay to be vulnerable…” she preached quietly, rubbing her finger over his soft cheek, she felt him trembling- he was scared. He was scared, and he still felt the need to keep the mask up. “It’s okay to let it all out, you don’t need to be happy- let alone smile all the time. Not smiling doesn’t make you weak, it makes you strong.”

And for the first time in almost a century, the radio demon let go.

She watched as his smile dropped as his breath hitched… the man’s eyes flooded with tears, which began to leak down his cheeks as he began to sob hysterically- as if he hadn’t cried since he was living on earth. The princess got up from her place on the floor and took a seat next to the hysterical man on her bed. She wrapped her arms around him, being careful of not irritating his injury even more. She felt the radio demon put his weight on her as he cried, gripping onto the arms that are wrapped around him, as if they were keeping him afloat.

he needed this, and she was going to help him through it.

15 minutes later, Alastor, the Radio Demon is laying in the lap of Charlie Morningstar, the Princess of hell. Charlie played with the mans hair, soothing his scalp as sniffles and hiccups echoed throughout the room.

“Al?” She spoke, breaking the silence.

“Yes?”

“We still should take care of that wound.” She chuckled, as she ran her rand from her hair to the man’s cheek, wiping away the dried tear stains. The man sat up with a sigh, looking down at himself.

“Yeah, i would assume that would be a rather smart idea.”

[peachycrisis]

this is shit but this is how I feel Alastor would look in human again- which is my little story which y’all should totally read because it’s cool and he becomes… human again :D

[peachycrisis]

Human Again

chapter 2

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The princess helped the former demon up the stairs as the rest of the residents watched in awe and utter confusion. How could this had happened? How could an angelic weapon cause all of this change? How is the infamous radio demon now a scrawny human?

“There we go, yep- one more step-“ Charlie muttered as she helped the injured man up the final stair, the man grunting in pain with each step. Charlie looked down at the man, who seemed to now be looking at her as well, the man’s eyes were dull- but alert. The man’s eyes were brown, with a little bit of green mixed in as well. It was very weird to look at the man who used to be feared all throughout hell as a helpless, injured human. The sharp red orbs on the man’s face were now replaced with big brown doe eyes- looking.. embarrassed? She sighed, stopping at the top of the stairs- feeling the man try to take his weight off of her and failing miserably.

“Woah- Al, are you okay?” the princess of hell asked as she felt the former radio demon place more of his weight onto her, the brown eyed radio host felt lightheaded and exhausted. His head fell into the crook of her neck, feeling his newly found curly hair brush up against her face and shoulders.

“It hurts a lot, you know.” he spoke into her neck, lacking the usual radio filter.

“I know, I know-“ she says, gripping onto the man, still allowing him to use her shoulders as something to balance on. Alastor winced, putting pressure back onto his own feet. “We’re almost there.” She said as they continued down the hallway slowly.

—————

The residents watched as the duo made their way up the stairs, confused as all hell.

“what the fuck just happened.” Angel spoke, breaking the awkward silence between them.

“I had never heard of such a thing, a sinner turning back into a human after being strikes by an angelic weapon..?” Vaggie questioned, dumbfounded at the events that just took place.

“That is unheard of, even in Heaven..”

“Well, I just gotta say- I would hi-“ Angel spoke seductively before being cut off by husk.

“If you hit on him I swear to fucking god.” Husk grumbled, everyone looked at him- surprised by his sudden outburst.

“I was just gonna say, he is kinda hot.” Angel confessed as he shrugged, everyone’s glance moved from husk to Angel within a second.

“Fuck no.”

—————

Once they got to Alastor’s room, Charlie helped him to the bed, before going back and closing the door for more privacy- she didn’t know the overlord very well, mainly do to him being a very private person- but one thing she did know, he would not want the entire hotel knowing about what is going on- or at least what is going on with his injury at this very moment.

“Okay, Alastor.” She started, “I’m not sure if you remember- I’m Charlie, but I think you know that already though-“

“yes dear, I know who you are.” Alastor spoke weakly. That’s right, he just mentioned the deal. Charlie internally envisioned herself smacking her own forehead. His smile continued to strain, the sharp teeth gone- replaced by a more human set. He cannot lose control. Not now, not ever. His smile strained even more as he watched the blonde woman in front of him, she looked so worried. He gripped tighter onto his coat, hugging his chest where his wound is, trying to hide it from view. He felt his breath hitch as his heart started to race… why was he panicking?

stay. in. control.

“okay, yes- um..” Charlie stuttered, looking at the man in-front of her- shock still coursing through her veins as she examined every nook and cranny- her eyes focusing down at the blood stained marks on his clothing. The clothing looked to be a little tight, possibly from the transition from a cannibal demon to a human being. She looked up and into his eyes, the man’s brown eyes looked tired and glassy as they also stared deep into hers. They stayed like that for a solid 30 seconds before the princess broke the silence.

“um…” she hesitated, looking at the arm encased in the bloody sleeve of his coat that was covering up the bloody angelic wound. She got on one knee in-front of the man and put her hand softly on Alastor’s arm, she felt him tense up, before watching him take a deep breathe and attempt to compose himself from the sudden touch. He allowed himself to loosen up, closing his eyes, putting his head down, and sighing.

“Can I see it?” She asked, gently rubbing his arm with her thumb. His breathe hitched again,

“uh- dear, i-“ his head shot up, his eyes opening- confused, scared, every emotion at once. Some strands of the overlords hair was sticking to his forehead from how much he has been sweating.

“I just want to see the damage.” She spoke reassuringly, “i won’t judge you, I promise..” the man noticeably tensed up even more, his eyes widened- his smile sharpening. His heart rate got even faster, Charlie noticed this, quickly getting up from her place on the floor, and opting to take a place beside him on the side of the bed.

“I just want to see how I can help you, is that okay?” She asked softly. The radio host finally agreed.

Charlie watched as Alastor- or the human version of who she knew to be alastor, took off his gloves, revealing flesh toned hands. She watched as his hands traveled to the buttons on his shirt, and how his hands shook with each button he needed to undo.

“Do you need he-“

“no.”

The man finally unbuttoned the last of the series of buttons, and slid the shirt off of his shoulders, revealing his chest and arms, all the same flesh color as his hands. Besides the obvious injury that stretched from the man’s hip to his shoulder, she noticed many scars littering his body, specifically his arms- she wanted to run her hands over the man’s scars, she wanted to tell him that everything will be alright… but she knows that the overlord would not want to hear any of it.

The man was stocky- thin, but built, a lot more built then his demon counterpart. His chest also contained the slightest amount of chest hair near his peck area.

“can we just.. get this over with?” Alastor spoke, his voice trembled and weak as his smile visibly starts to shake, on the verge of breaking. She took too much time examining and… exploring… the former demons body, she had barely payed attention to him himself. She watched as the mans body shivered, his eyes were wide with a mixture of what seemed to be fear and embarrassment.. the brown eyes started to well up with tears, as if he was going to break down at any moment. She watched him sniff, seeming either holding back a sob or a scream.

He could be self-conscious, she thought to herself before she looked at him, looking for a sign of reassurance that she could get closer. The curly haired hesitated, but then reluctantly agreed by giving her a nod.

She knelt down in-front of him again, taking a good look at the wound. It seemed to be starting to heal at the ends, but it was still very much inflamed and festering in the middle, with the outside skin looking red and raw.

“Alastor, you waited three days to take care of this?” She spoke… her voice shaking at the observation of how bad it truly was.

“yes…”

“Alastor-“

“I know.” he softly cried, letting a tear fall down his cheek, using one of his hands as stabilization on the bed, while the other found its way making it up to the man’s face and hair while the princess examined his bare, injured, and scarred skin.

he hated that she had to look at his body for that long.

[peachycrisis]

Human Again

chapter 1

instead of just losing the his microphone and his power when Adam strikes him, Alastor becomes human again. He has never felt so helpless, especially when Adam slices him nearly in half. Alastor has self esteem issues when it comes to becoming human again and the residents of the hotel need to help him.

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"What just happened?" the deer exclaimed as he looked down at his microphone, he was taken by surprise- his voice... The radio filter was gone. He was shocked by the sound of his own voice. After processing the fact that his voice sounded oddly human, he examined his microphone- which had taken the majority of the force of the first man's attack. Alastor saw that it was broken in half, with each side of the broken staff being jagged and sharp.

"Fuck." the demon exclaimed, as he watched the man walk over to him slowly... expecting another sudden attack, he tried to gather the energy to use his tentacles, or retreat into the shadows- something. But when he tried, nothing happened. He tried snapping, he tried waving around his microphone, he tried hand gestures, even spells- all with no luck. He looked at the angel In Front of him, who seemed to be amused by the radio demons' efforts. He watched as the man erupted into laughter- even tearing up a little from how hard he was laughing.

"Oh... Oh! Oh, this is good- holy fuck!" Adam cried out, pointing at the man in front of him. "Holy fuck, I'm going to cry-" he wheezed. Alastor looked at the man confused.

"Look at yourself Bambi, see anything different about yourself? Oh... Oh, I'm going to beat your ass now you scrawny fuck-" he was cut off by the demon in front of him.

"What are you talking about-" The deer looked down... his hooves were gone, replaced by feet. what the fuck...? the demon thought to himself as he took the time to look down at his hands, which seemed to now be too small for his gloves. He removed one of the gloves, finding a tan colored hand, similar to the color of his skin from when he was alive... His breath hitched as his smile strained. His hands traveled up to his hands... where were his ears...?? Where were his antlers...? The overlord started to internally panic- his smile got wider and sharper as his hands traveled around his body, he rolled up his sleeves showing fleshed toned skin, littered in scars...

"Adam..." Alastor spoke softly... he was human again?? how was this possible...?"

"Adam, sir... what the FUCK did you DO!" He screamed, his smile starting to hurt from how much it's starting to strain.

“Oh.. i dont know to be completely fucking honest.” Adam stated with a deadpanned expression. Alastor looked at him like he had 5 heads.

“Well, time to die! bye bitch!” Adam laughed viciously as he swung his guitar, slicing the former deers body nearly in half. The man screamed- his raw vocals echoing through the air as he was slammed back against the wall by the blunt force of the angelic weapon. He fell to the ground with a thump.

Alastor’s brain went foggy as he felt his throat close up- his newly human body ached from the gushing wound stretching from his hip to his shoulder- he was no stranger to obtaining injuries, but this was nothing like he had ever experienced. His eyes welled up with tears as his smile strained. He had to keep control, he had to keep the facade up. He struggled to sit up, groaning at every movement until he was able to sit up- his signature red suit, now feeling a little tight from his newly human form, became stained with his own blood. If he had his powers, he would have been able to fix this already. He would have been able to kill the Angel. But now, for the first time in nearly a century, he felt helpless.

“I’m gonna have to disagree with you there,” the man exclaimed through groans and winces, lacking his usual static and charm. “Radio is not dead, but it seems like this broadcast had to end a little too early.” He looked down at his hands, seeing his blood gush out of the wound that the angelic weapon caused. By now he would have fled through shadows, but he was left there to sit. Without his demon form, and his microphone- he realized that he stood no chance.

“Well that was solemn, well bye ya red fuck!” Adam exclaimed, waving and spreading his wings- flying away, leaving the former demon on the top of the roof.

As he watched the Angel fly away, he felt his mind scatter- he felt himself lose control, he dug his fingers into his coat, gripping it with all of his might as he felt his tears fall- his smile starting to fade. He was scared. He was the most powerful overlord in all of hell, and now he’s just a useless, injured human in the midst of demons. What was he going to do. He let out a painful sob.

What was he going to do? He looked down, letting his tears fall onto his tan, scar littered skin.

—————

*three days later*

The extermination was over, the loss of sir Pentious and the disappearance of the radio demon weighed heavily on the residents of the hotel. The residents were discussing future plans involving the hotel and their new involvement with sera and her council in Heaven in the lobby when they heard a knock at the door.

“it’s literally midnight, who the fuck would be knocking at this hour” husk sighed.

“Well, husk! Any time is a good time to seek redemption!” The princess exclaimed enthusiastically, heading to the front door. She opened the door with excitement, not even taking the time to observe who was at the door.

“Welcome to the Haz- huh?” she stopped dead in her tracks, observing the man in front of her.

The man looked very human.. a little too human to be in hell. He had a strained smile, sharp and trembling. He had tan skin and curly brown hair, slightly covering his eyes. He wore a white dress shirt with dress pants in a shade of maroon. The man wasn’t wearing shoes. She looked down, seeing the blood that was staining the front of his shirt. He was clutching his chest, and his eyes looked foggy. All the residents observed the man, looking concerned… and confused?

They sat like that for about 45 seconds until husk broke the silence

“Um… is no one gonna talk about how there is a fucking BLEEDING HUMAN at our front door?” Husk exclaimed, gesturing towards the man.

“I don’t appreciate the yelling, Husker.” The man stated, his smile straining as he stared at husk, clutching his chest.

“How do you know my name?” Husk said, defensively.

The man’s smile sharpened, before he fell into the princesses arms- lightheaded and dizzy from the wound.

“Charlie, for my first favor, I need you to help me to my room.” The man said.

“What..?” Charlie said, looking at the man in her arms. She examined him further. She examined his facial features, his stature, his eyes, all very familiar to her- just, more.. human?

“We made a deal remember?” The man gripped on to her tighter, staring into her eyes with what seemed to be fear and pain.

“Alastor?” She said, looking down at the man in shock.

“Yes, dear.” The man’s strained smile relaxed as his body relaxed.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” the cat and the spider both exclaimed at the exact same time.

Well, this is going to be interesting.

[peachycrisis]

Au where

this bitches conscience

is stuck in the same endo as this bitches conscience

because bonnie’s endoskeleton was sold to and repurposed by a crappy Chuck e Cheese restaurant after he was decommissioned

Do with this as you want-

[peachycrisis]

I’m writing another depressing fic for the first time in a long while

get ready.

[peachycrisis]

Ight I have some singing voice head canons for the main animatronics in security breach

Freddy

Chica

Roxanne

Monty

Bonnie (because I can)

[peachycrisis]

Whenever I hear something about Jack Kennedy from DSAF all I can think about is

Him.